I’ve always been told I thrive on chaos—that I wait until the last second to pull off the impossible.

Maybe they’re right.

I never plan to be the last-minute genius, but somehow, the best ideas crash into me when the deadline is staring me down.

My desk is where good trees go to die—buried under sketches, half-baked headlines, and doodles that made sense at 2 a.m.

I’m the kind of art director who quietly listens, nods, then drops something unexpected on the table—usually just in time to save everyone’s day…

…Speaking of which—oops, another deadline just cleared its throat.

Guess it’s showtime.