Yeah, I was that kid…

You know, that kid in your fourth grade class who could DRAW.
The kid who got special treatment from the art teacher. The kid who could then make you laugh by drawing an unflattering caricature of that same art teacher.

By the time I reached high school I had considered my drawing ability just a silly hobby.
A hobby that would usually get me in trouble during my academic classes(teachers hate unflattering caricatures of themselves). It also got me in trouble during my art classes. I wanted to be Frank Frazetta. While the rest of the art kids were doing their assignments and making their color wheels, I was drawing barbarians and half-dressed woman. Luckily I had one fantastic art teacher who suggested I go to art school upon graduation. It had never occurred to me that art could be a career.

I attended Ray Vogue College of Design in Chicago and studied in their illustration program. I then got a job at a major Chicago advertising agency working in the mount room. It was there that I was introduced to the art of the storyboard. I then knew what I wanted to be. I eventually worked my way into this elite group of artists and began my real art education. The time spent in that department was invaluable. It was there I put together all my influences and found my own style. I worked on numerous accounts, and had the pleasure of seeing what was once on my drawing table come to life in print and on television.

There. Now that the standard “bio” thing is done, I would like to give you a more precise picture of who I am as a person…

I play the bass guitar. I don’t know how to play cards. I am a singer. I have never golfed. I have studied martial arts. I have never broken a board. I also box. I am horrible at wrapping gifts. I usually hit the cut-off man. My handwritting is atrocious. I play guitar. There is a statue of me at Soldier Field. I don’t watch NASCAR. I know all the names of The Cosby Kids. I have a crush on Elastigirl from The Incredibles. I coach my son’s football team. I own an overweight Shih-Tzu. I bat lead-off. I am getting better at playing the drums. I own a jump rope. I drive slow. I married my high school sweetheart. I can play the middle guitar solo from Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb”. My kids’ math homework confuses me. I am still wicked fast for a middle-aged man. I met Muhammad Ali. I fell off my roof once hanging Christmas lights. I have a decent vertical leap. I played in a rock band that once opened for hardcore midget wrestling…

My goal in life? To actually be as cool as my kids think I am. (So let’s not tell them about the midget wrestling thing, OK?)

© 2012 David M. Hernandez