For about a decade, I was a designer. In some ways you’re never not a designer, once you start, but for this ten-year period graphic design paid a lot of my bills.
It began in the 90s with real estate flyers for my real estate agent father. Page layouts sculpted in WordPerfect (Microsoft’s four Office horsemen had yet to crush WordPerfect) trumpeting square footage and lavishing praise on the most mundane attributes.
This turned into a cottage industry as I dressed up flirty clipart and wrote brash headlines for realtors throughout my dad’s office. Around the same time I found myself in Seattle’s primordial rave scene, and segued into rave flyers and CD artwork.
That led to websites, hand-coded with HTML and CSS1 of course, and expanded my reach into graphic design for other businesses and artists. Eventually I was joined by Chris Tabor, and together we were an automatic shotgun, blasting out designs and websites in every direction and market, for as long as we could stay awake.
When Chris had had his fill and moved on to greener pastures, I recalibrated to my original passion, live video, and Punch Drunk has been on that path ever since.
