To find the truth, and tell it
My mom was a photographer. My dad literally wrote the book on digital typography. (Darkroom was catty-corner to the letterpress.)
First I was a poet. My poems needed books, so I became a book designer. But books are dying, and I didn’t want to go with them. I became a corporate marketing designer. A high-end ad designer. Even a Creative Director for a few years. It was, at times, fun.
But other than books, I didn’t feel like I could express myself in design. I had preferences, but they weren’t a point of view. Photography feels much more embodied to me, a deeper well. More like the poetry that brought me to design in the first place.
So for 20 years I followed my father’s path. Now I honor my mom.
Since 2004, I have…
- toured North America as a one-time slam poet; founded a small press; organized and photographed seven National Poetry Slams
- cofounded and creative directed a legendary underground guide to Albuquerque (New Mexico)
- directed design for two organic farms, a vegan restaurant, and a feminist porn festival
- moved across the US five times
- taught myself bookbinding and woodworking
- given up my son for adoption and stayed deeply in his life
- never given up my sense of play
For a few years I hosted hundreds of couchsurfers from around the world. Danes are the best. Sorry, Swedes.