That's right, I draw stuff. I doodle and dabble in the visual realm that surrounds us all - the intricate and infinite combination of colours and shapes that plaster every inch of your very world. I draw majestic unicorns galloping forth across bloodstained fields, projecting laser beams from their heaving nostrils and skewering anyone that dares glance their way. Also, financial infographics and icons.

I have a penchant for branding, assembling luminous empires out of thin air, paired with the most immaculately kerned typefaces to ever exist. Branding that boggles the mind, leaving consumers hell-bent on throwing their hard earned cash at you and snatching up whatever trinkets you deem fit to offer in return. Business cards worth their weight in diamonds. Banners you could lead an army into battle with, riding on the back of one of those murderous unicorns I just mentioned. 

I eat poster art for breakfast and wash it down with a frosty bad boy, one with a shimmering label of gold-foiled perfection. Whiskey packaging is also agreeable. I even design for non-alcoholic products if you could possibly wrap your squishy pink skull-meat around such a notion. The list goes on, but I have not the time nor the patience nor the confidence nor the audacity to continue with this. So I shall simply bid you good day.