Bio & Information
I’m an American art director, photographer, producer and artist utilizing analog and digital processes. Currently working in art direction, brand design and content creation.
In 2015, I purchased my first camera inspired by moving and still images I saw online. After becoming enamored by the world of W Eugene Smith, I began to study journalism. I approached the subject diligently and discovered a cacophony of outlooks and visions. But I needed more. I wanted to editorialize. I explored photography further, venturing into different camps of styles, disciplines and appreciations.
Soon after began my curiosity into brand identity, recognition, championing, and consumerism. I picked up the practice of design, focusing on such directions as product and branding. Advertising became a rational next step. I walked into a school of thinking with openness. Learning of new and old, big and small, right and wrong wasn’t far from what I gained with journalism. A field of matryoshka dolls, all lining up in an array of regiment and uniform.
An ever-woven thread began to pinch me little by little. Storytelling is rooted in my initial curiosities. Whether it be about why a discipline caught my attention or how I can tell a story via a discipline. The more I pick up the more life seems to overlap. Perhaps this is why I’m in search for something that doesn’t exist yet. A something that isn’t easily overlapped. Joining me on this search is the content I’m making along the way. Aiming to give people a sort of freedom for their imaginations to run around in.
EducationUniversity of Florida
2014 - 2017
Miami Ad School @
The Porfolio Center
2018 - 2020
PressThe Independent Alligator
Studio Raining Sun
AwardsGraphis New Talent Annual 2019
Booklet / Short Film
67th Annual Green Eyeshade Awards
Documentary / TV
First place (WUFT-TV)
Hearst Journalism Awards
2015 & 2016
(20th & 16th Nationally)
48-Hour Film Competition
2017 Grand Winner
& 2016 Finalist
+WORK & ARCHIVES
by Robert Frost
by Robert Frost
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.