For creative direction, meet me at the good kids
for Visual Art. You’re in the right spot.
As a kid, adventure came easily. One I remember was out in a wheat field with the old farmer I called grandpa. I was eight, and we were miles from home on a 1960s swather sunrise. Around dinner time, the swather gave out.
The old man set me on a hay bale, pulled out a red box and got to work. After about ten minutes, the wrench slipped and Blood poured down his knuckle, mixing with the oil of the machine. The Dakota horizon stretched for five miles in any direction, no phone, no food, no cartoons. There is a feeling in this memory that I can’t put my finger on. But it has something to do with getting our heads out of the smoke, Leaving distraction and choosing boredom.
It’s perfectly fine to be alone. To be bored. To admit you don’t know. That’s where growth begins—not with answers, but with the courage to sit in silence and ask better questions.
The world is loud. But the best parts of life? They can be quiet. I hope my work lifts heads from the smoke and finds the romance in life once more.
