I drive an ice-cream truck and steal little children.
Those i don't fuck; I eat.
I'm on the family farm, paying for my sins (love it tho, but insatially bored).
I get to keep my gun with me all the time, and seldom wear shoes.
I liked the silence, but it screams at me lately. Ugh.
in spite of my personal demons, I'm shockingly functional (ocd workaholic :: nightmare to work with I'm sure!) Production Design.
Working remotely as a Digital Project Manager. Freelance. But contracted to monster agency.
:: miss manic agency world, until I don't.
I've been self-employed forever, can't imagine working for a boss.
Have an International certification in graphic design :: print web multimedia photography illustration animation etc & design awards (meaningless)...
some of my 'How do I feel today' design shite is in my profile :: my version of psychotic tarot cards! boredom more than beauty, sadly.
...when constant upgrades and scripting variables no longer exited me and the farm needed stewardship, I volunteered (thats a lie, it feels more like I was fkg conscripted.... - & they call me manipulative!)
travelled internationally teaching well known design software upgrades to agencies / companies
:: It was fun, until it wasn't.
have a pretty awesome portfolio (from coca-cola to porn video editing) & am lucky/ wealthy enough to have what was my criminal record expunged (my reputation is another thing!)
got involved doing stage / screen design shit for big concerts / circuit.
until lockdown killed that, and most of me.
I'm an apex predator when it comes to securing work and keeping clients happy.
Take that how u want.
Apparently I'm reliable; talented & fast, so people like me.
Take that how u want.
I'm devoted and I deliver.
Take that how u want.
We are all design whores in this industry.
The sooner you learn that, the more lucrative the sale of your soul becomes.