I love to make fun of the name — slap-smack, punch-crunch, kick-splat, tap-thud, bang-clank, pull-snap, sip-slurp — but perhaps it’s just jealousy. Because those bad boys over at Click-Boom really got it goin’ on. And I’m honored to have been asked to design the inaugural anniversary poster to the theme of teamwork, benefiting FirstWorks and silk screened by Booth Sartain. Here’s a sneak peak.
Congratulations Click-Boom!
Posted: July 30th, 2010 | Author: Frankendesign | 1 Comment »
Finally pulled together this raw footage. This was the bicycle ride, 2x/day, 5 days/week, 52 weeks/year, rain or shine, snow or wind, while living in Chicago. Awesome bike lanes. Suspicious pedestrians. Questionable drivers. Horrible roads. Invigorating ride.
Posted: March 29th, 2010 | Author: Frankendesign | 1 Comment »
I talked to Irwin Sheft a few days ago about bringing the Jazz Foundation of Memphis to life again. It was great to hear from him. But then I went back and checked out the website I had built in frames back in 1996, still alive and somewhat kicking, restlessly, in it’s grave. I’ve since moved it to Wordpress where I’ll be loading content and customizing CSS for a while (www.memphisjazz.org). I’ve also been digging through some old rubble and am able to verify that the last time I used Gill Sans Extra Bold was 1994. I’ve been clean ever since.
Posted: February 24th, 2010 | Author: Frankendesign | No Comments »
The subject of multi-tasking has been showing up in pop-psychology circuits for a decade now. The dialog is perpetuated by a growing arsenal of gadgetry and software that make our lives better through increased efficiency. But is efficiency being misconstrued? Efficiency is a process, not a result. And it appears that efficiency is experiencing a mid-life crisis, having a sultry closet affair with multi-tasking and breeding a love child called mediocrity.
Posted: February 9th, 2010 | Author: Frankendesign | No Comments »
Funny! Postal, friendly, all-American — pic is missing about 15 miniature American flags poked in the ground surrounding the parking lot — there’s a lot of brand all up in that signage. I’d love to ask a few questions, but I’m not going in without backup.
Posted: February 4th, 2010 | Author: Frankendesign | No Comments »
Sitting in my dad's Union 76 gas station, I would draw his race car (number 76) parked in the farthest stall. This was 1973, and I was in kindergarten. Being an artist at age 5 is cute, but at age 15 it became the antithesis of high school football running back soon to be cop, pastor, community patriot. The last straw for my dad came when he grounded me through almost an entire year after I quit the Vikings football team to devote all my time to the art club. At that time I knew there was no turning back. Concluded…
