My dad was one of those people who could do anything he could think of, first try, with expert approach and precision. He could rebuild a car from the ground up, he could paint you a beautiful portrait, he could scientifically mix a custom blend of soil for your garden to thrive in, he could design and fabricate anything you could dream up, he could engineer a solve (genius and jerryrigged) for a really specific problem you keep running into. And he’d make sure to learn anything he didn’t yet already know in order to help you with whatever it was you needed. He was everyone’s hero.
My very first teacher was my dad. In the obvious ways that your dad shows you the ropes of the world, how to walk and talk, how to drive, yes – but more specifically (oddly specifically) my dad taught me the foundations of being the designer I am today. He taught me how to hold a paintbrush. He taught me how use the pen tool to recreate logos for walk-ins who wanted decals. He showed me how to match a Pantone. How to burn my vector masterpieces to a CD-R. And I was met with encouragement in every iteration of myself to chase creativity, in whatever way I wanted to pursue it. Since I can remember – I was his biggest fan, and he was mine.
He showed me what it meant to be a trustworthy and reliable friend to everyone. (Our ‘Old Pals’ sentiment was inspired by him and how he treated his clients who always turned into friends) He showed me that I could build a career for myself doing what I truly love. He taught me to cherish the process, to always be curious, to enjoy the figuring-out.
There are an incalculable amount of things I loved and admired about my dad, and I’m honored to possess even a few of them in myself. I’m so lucky to have had him, to be his shadow. Our continual bond will never leave me, I carry him in every little thing that I do –especially this.
I do this because of him, and I do this for him. Take it easy.