design inspo: text free fun

symbol-centric logos.   s’ccuute… and then you realize it’s a comb and you go mental. it’s not just a g… it’s a bear! mother and child bread+bottle negative space... read more

being an artist means

i love creative people. i love all types of people, but creative people are amazing, i like to keep them around. all of that “follow your passion” is easier for a lot of us. it’s the part after that’s a struggle. we know what we love and can make a living off of it, and being creative also lends to unusual ways of working, of creating. artists become freelancers, paths parallel, never crossing, lone stars of brilliance, working project to project. how does an artist and the art ever improve, evolve? become better? client feedback doesn’t count. getting feedback from other writers and designers is like taking the driest sponge and dropping it into a bucket of water. we ingest content like maniacs. most of this new media has initiated a weird trend with already new digital journalism and literature, with a common goal: traffic. thoughtful memoirs are now lists of lessons learned in someone’s twenties or thirties. gifs have basically become a literary device and we don’t even bother with headlines anymore. it’s all about the clicks, not the impact and takeaway. not good writing, and not good editing for that matter. i feel like, at least in the digital writing world, we’re missing the opportunity. a good piece gets a set of eyes on it. and then another. accept feedback, be patient. then be thoughtful and use feedback wisely. and then a rewrite. and then maybe the same and a few more sets of eyes, over coffee. and then it may need to sit in the desk drawer for a week or a few. and then magic... read more

this is about resolutions

>> via the lemonade magazine This year, I’ve learned an important lesson. It’s easy to say I am only on this earth for a short while; the challenge I face is what I should make of that time. What I’ve learned: look forward and not be the same person I was the year before. And this is about simple choices. This is not to say I will change my values or what defines my personality and character—unless those things have a negative affect on my happiness and ability to live my life sincerely. Some people call these resolutions. But these resolutions, to me, are means to a personal evolution. I’ve often bargained with myself about what I have the courage and ability to achieve. What if the answer is anything? I made a deal with myself that if I wanted something, I needed to be the force that mobilized my future so I could have it. If I wasn’t busy living, I was just busy dying, I believe, is the expression. And, so. I will let go of the ambiguous, loose ends in my life. These are the people who do not understand compassion and reliability. These are people that impose shame and negativity. If these people cannot be helped or learned from, then they need more time (see below). And these are also the projects or people that deplete me.  The ones I said yes to just because I didn’t say no. I will learn to say no. Saying yes doesn’t always make people happy if it is in haste and is said without faith. I will be... read more

i am from spaghetti dinners and disaster

I’ve written this before. When I was in college, I took a Food Writing class. After we’d familiarized ourselves with every verb in food preparation and how to poetically review a restaurant, we were given an assignment on food Subcultures. Obvious examples included: You grew up playing soccer, what did that soccer subculture eat? If you grew up in a Korean family, what was that like and how did food play a role? I had plenty of access to my Brazilian culture for this assignment; I’d only just been back there the year before, and Brazilian food is really easy to write about–because everything is meat, fried and delicious. And I grew up on the swim team, which has it’s own subculture of Chick-fil-A sandwiches, Fun Dips and Pixie Sticks, but I wasn’t feeling particularly connected to either topic. So, no. What really defined my Subculture was my insane family. And spaghetti. I come from a family of six. And even though I like to think that my parents were pretty deliberate in having all four of us, I’m pretty sure my youngest brother was a mistake (sorry, Nick). We are all about two years apart: my sister, Kelly, is 27, I am 25, George is 21 and Nicholas is 19. And though it’s been years since we all sat down together to have dinner as a family, the trauma–induced by hormones, mood swings and probably a little disrespect– endured during moments we sat around a table together cannot–and should not–be forgotten. You couldn’t take the Terrell family anywhere. You still can’t. But when we were kids, this was an... read more

open to grace

I was raised Christian, as Christian as any of my other friends growing up. My family attended church on some holidays; we’d say grace at the dinner table. We said our prayers at night. My father was the religious building block that kept us saying our prayers as a family, and once he suddenly passed away about a month after my 19th birthday, the tower of blocks fell. Each of the remaining five in my family gathered our fallen blocks, without certainty how to reassemble. It was me who had the hardest time reassembling. I won’t go into detail, but both of my brothers found God—each in very special, memoir-worthy kind of ways. My mother and sister also found solace in my father’s passing in their relationship with God. I found I could move forward with my friends’ support, and even though none of them had a personal connection with God, I wasn’t sure that was what I was even looking for. People in my life outside my family seemed to compartmentalize religion, something I think more people do than they realize. Compartmentalization, to get technical, is “the unconscious psychological defense mechanism used to avoid the mental discomfort caused by a person’s having conflicting values or beliefs”. This seems right. We’ve allowed religious beliefs to live in protected compartments, keeping them from interacting with conflicting ideals. No one ever wants to talk about religion—it’s “inappropriate”. “I was raised Christian” was the most I ever got from anyone. Without any real dialogue that I could use to understand religion, I was left desensitized to my spirituality. Until I met my... read more

i am a denver-based creative director and ux designer with 5+ years of experience creating visual identities for global brands. i build community while using human centered design to create better experiences.