Well, this has been a ride.

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Over 32 years of inspiration, frustration, and creation—

From outstanding award-winning work to the “not-too-bad-but-solid” stuff;

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From standing on stage with a U.S. president and former Secretary of Labor Robert Reich (great guy) to presenting and dealing with clueless CEOs who wouldn’t know good design if it bit them in the ass.

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And always, always, competing with the kid down the street who “knows how to draw” and charges fifty bucks for a logo. You get what you pay for.

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Then there’s the joy of constantly educating clients—the ones who never question their accountant, never second-guess their plumber, but have many never-ending opinions about fonts, colors, negative space, and the myriad design processes of which they have no knowledge.

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From marvelous clients (you know who you are Marce and Steve) to the kind that make you question why you got into this business in the first place.

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What a journey! Wouldn’t trade it. It's been glorious! (Well... maybe for a few projects. And a few clients.)

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I'll still be around doing select work for special clients, friends, and family.

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FYI: this site will soon be grafted into another site that promotes my interests in upcycling, graphic design, and voiceovers. Stay tuned.

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So Long, Design — We Had a Thing

by a recovering creative

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Goodbye, old fonts I’ve come to know—

Except Papyrus and Comic Sans. You still blow.

Farewell to clients who “just had a thought…”

(That thought? A disaster. But I gave it a shot.)

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No more kerning till my eyes are red,

Or fixing logos made in Word or AI instead.

I’m done with feedback like “make it pop!”

And “just one tweak” that never stops.

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So long to deadlines pulled from space,

To Canva and AI crimes I tried to erase.

Farewell to stock art downloaded wrong—

You were “free,” but felt so wrong.

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Adieu, to color wheels spun wild,

And “Can you make it more...you know...styled?”

I’m hanging up my mouse and tablet pen—

(And charging it… just never again.)

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No more vague briefs that contradict themselves,

Or mood boards built by fevered elves.

I'm off to play and rest my weary brain—

Or maybe make sawdust. Or voice a refrain.

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But still, in dreams, I’ll likely find

A missing font. A logo ill-refined.

So raise a glass, ye weary peers:

I’ve earned this nap. It took me years.