My “career” in design didn't start at design school. It didn't start with computers. It started with pen and ink
This must make me old.
I didn't get into graphic art (as it was called when I left school) because of some slick tertiary marketing campaign. Or because of advice received from a well-meaning school guidance counselor.
I've never really known why I do what I do or why I might be good enough at it that people pay me money for it, until today.
When I got my first job as a newspaper designer, the bromide room was a refuge from the non-stop sausage factory that the art department often was. This blog is a nod to the value of taking some time away from the drawing board to just take a breather. True, the air was full of toxic fumes, but the conversation was usually good.