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I was raised in a sleepy arts town called Mendocino, nestled in epic redwoods on the salty-aired, cold-watered, fog-blanketed coast of Northern California. I come from hard-working, dream-chasing stock, so I'm not sure where I get my laziness from. (But I do know where I get my hyphens from: Sam's Club. It's the only way I can afford them.) My grandfather was a fine artist who worked in watercolors, oils, serigraphs, and lost-wax bronze casting (www.williamzacha.com). He remains my greatest inspiration. My father, a graphic designer, had me cutting my teeth on Photoshop by age 8. At age 11 I wrote a 16-page tutorial on basic photo restoration. As a teenager I was less likely to spend my hookied Wednesday afternoons smoking nipped cigarettes behind the video store, more likely to be found in our town art center's drop-in figure drawing class, trying to get a handle on charcoal.

I have lived in New Orleans since 2003 (excepting a not-brief-enough Katrina interlude in Texas). I never intended to become a graphic designer but fell into it as a matter of course. My husband and I formed a small press for the publication of special editions of horror and suspense novels and collections. Somebody had to do the book layouts and cover design, and soon enough I was freelancing for other entrepreneurs, helping them to realize memorable, lasting branding.

I have been employed as a full time graphic designer since 2009. Read Less

Aesthetically, I'm most taken by the intersection of organic and geometric, so you'll see a lot of me playing with juxtaposing handmade or natural textures and mathematically pristine shapes. I'm a fool for typography, but what designer isn't? Custom lettering is my favorite thing ever, except for White Cheddar Cheez-It. (The plural of Cheez-It is Cheez-It. Respect.)

As an illustrator, I am torn between the liquid hypnotism of elaborate, frequently monochrome line work with vast empty areas (Beardsley, Warwick Goble, Harry Clarke, Sidney Sime, Klimt) and the bold brilliance of simple, colorful, hand-hewn shapes (Bass). I'm falling somewhere between the two and I have yet to land. Minding the breeze but enjoying the drop. Read Less