Graphics

I remember sitting in my tiny Seattle apartment, surrounded by stacks of brutalist architecture books, trying to figure out why my digital layouts felt so empty while my physical desk …

I was sitting in my studio last week, staring at a client’s Instagram feed that looked like a junk drawer exploded. It was a chaotic mess of neon gradients, mismatched …

I still remember sitting on the floor of my parents’ cramped Seattle apartment, surrounded by stacks of heavy, tactile art books that smelled like old glue and possibility. Back then, …

I remember sitting in my parents’ cramped Seattle apartment, surrounded by stacks of heavy art books, trying to figure out why some layouts felt like a breath of fresh air …

I remember sitting in my parents’ cramped Seattle apartment, staring at a stack of old tech magazines and trying to figure out why some layouts felt like an open sky …

I spent most of my early twenties hunched over a glowing monitor in a cramped Seattle studio, obsessing over how a single stray shadow could ruin the entire “vibe” of …

I remember sitting on the floor of my childhood apartment in Seattle, surrounded by stacks of old tech magazines and discarded art books, obsessing over how a single well-placed graphic …

I remember sitting on the floor of my parents’ cramped Seattle apartment, surrounded by dog-eared typography books and half-finished sketches, trying to figure out why certain spaces just felt right …

I remember sitting on the floor of my parents’ Seattle apartment, surrounded by stacks of heavy art books and dog-eared tech magazines, trying to figure out why some walls felt …

I remember sitting in my cramped Seattle apartment years ago, staring at a digital mockup that felt completely “off.” I had this beautiful, high-contrast layout, but the icons I’d pulled …