I am pretty sure I was born into a design grid. A family culture where white space and color placement were no accident. Being the son of an architect father and a creative mother meant that visual opinions were part of the day. We were often prompted to just stop and notice the view.
One of our favorite games as kids was to watch dad draw and try to guess what he was drawing. The very graphic vertical line was meant to stump us but we learned that it was a record album standing on end. Not fair. Gave us something to think about as we went off to bed.
Besides an orange, nuts, a comb and black socks our Christmas stockings were also occasionally filled with new color felt pens and if we were really good....a new rapidograph pen!
Four boys. Each of us found a creative outlet ranging from writing, speaking, design, illustration and photography. In a way we all found ways to engage story by design.
The stories continue to be told.