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I maneuver words into rhythm around grammar’s shrill hiss. I design thoughts into images that others might miss. The whimsy of creation and its mysterious gifts have long held me captive; since I was a child, I guess. And I always had pencils and crayons, or better, a stack of dot matrix paper, some paint, and a … Read More
I maneuver words into rhythm around grammar’s shrill hiss. I design thoughts into images that others might miss. The whimsy of creation and its mysterious gifts have long held me captive; since I was a child, I guess. And I always had pencils and crayons, or better, a stack of dot matrix paper, some paint, and a feather. No matter the weather. No matter the kind. When I hear the wash of life against time, I can always seek answers to the riddles and rhymes in the subtle communication of visual design.

Thank you for joining me on this wildest of rides.

~ Michael Thomas Read Less
Member Since: Feb 18, 2013