I am a self-confessed weirdo and I adore design. I'm ok with being a weirdo.
Hey, you there! No, I don't know you, but that's where you are! You're there! [loose quote from the great Austin Powers himself]
You came to find out about me, so I daren't disappoint. Okay, so I'm like this super amazing and interesting person who's a total design prodigy and what-not, like, I'm a bird-whisperer or whatever—at least that's what my mother tells me. But on the real, I'm really a laid-back sort of thing. I'm weird, I kind of love the whole art of macabre thing, you know, taxidermy and black stuff. I really, really love run-on sentences, and yet I was told by different folks that I have a knack for copy. So and then of course I love art and have curated quite a little collection of my own that I'm quite proud of; and hoarding, and the art of hoarding. I also love music immensely. On my "down time", I can be found pounding away on the piano to the tunes of Chopin to the likes of Muse or making homemade videos of myself singing cheesy karaoke, even with Chupacabra-like 4 inch talons. I also have that neat trick with Asian genes, in that, I pass for a teenager, but I'm supremely past the quarter century mark #30s_is_the_new_20s. I'll just leave that there. Oh, and cats. Inserting a super kawaii emoticon here, MEOW! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
School of learning: I have a piece of paper covered in holographic and fuzzy stickers that says I completed a 4-year education in graphic design. I might've gifted it to a hobo whom I thought might brighten up their day, or it might be on the mantle of some distant uncle or aunt. It's kind of neat. I gave a high-five to my academic director after he presented it to me. Felt like I was on Star Search or something. It was through school, that this temptuous love affair with art began. And I never looked back.
Experience: I've been around the beat—done the freelance, worked at tech companies, startups, and big corpo doing in-house design. I know all about that charm and compromise to get those business partners on your side. I can clap my hands and dance the dance. I know the life of break-neck design deadlines with not-so-great (read: ugly) briefs. I know about the tears when someone at the final hour (I suspect the janitor), wants to change the ever-lovin' promo AFTER the final design has been submitted. I KNOW. I KNOW. I know the shoot-me-in-the-brains hectic-ness of the heinous thing that is Q4, and yet, I'm still not jaded. COME AT ME, BRO. I love design. MOOD BOARDS, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?? ಥ_ಥ
Fun fact: I have spawned a rambunctious boy-child, that keeps me on my toes. Always asking that pivotal question. Why? I'm an adult, but eff, I don't know why the caged bird sings. And so so cynical, already his most used phrases are, "Really? What the heck? Are you kidding me?" Maybe it's my own fault, but he's my mini-me, so I can't complain. Anyway, he keeps my mind young, and is helping me re-learn the world through his eyes, but also, he tests the limits of sanity. But forrealzies, he helps me to remember to never stop believing in magic.
With that said, you can buzz about the works I've done. This is me in a nutshell. If you read through all that, kudos, you should know me more. And cats.
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