Can you tell us a bit about you—where you come from and how you got here?
My parents left England in their twenties, which I suppose makes me a first generation American “Freimuth.” We grew up in the suburbs of Chicago, but stayed in close touch with my family in Europe.
It turns out both of my grandfathers were creative in different ways, and though my parents had a touch of it, I’m the one that got to take more advantage of our recessive creative genes. My dad’s father inherited the family business in Czechoslovakia as a textile maker before World War II—however after the war became an entrepreneur out of necessity and a fashion-designer out of curiosity, from what I can tell. I’ve actually been collecting garments from his brand on ebay (from the 1940’s to the 1970’s) as a way to stay in touch with what he built—interestingly his logomark still looks hot and about 30 years ahead of its time. On the other side, my mom’s father worked for the British government and was a codebreaker during the War, but also managed to draw beautiful and charming children’s books on the side. I still have two that he made for me, and they are absolute treasures.
I like to think I inherited a touch of the left and right brain from each of them, but being a creative person is in my family.
How did you discover art? Was there a moment or event that set you on this path?
I doodled as a kid, more or less constantly. One of my first early “art” memories is drawing the cover for a phone book (if you can remember those!) in sixth grade for a grade-school contest. The book was a tiny little printed and stapled booklet with a rendering I made of the front of our school. Besides drawing the school itself in as much detail as I could, I also hid the initials of all my friends in the drawing. I still remember being proud of it, and unbeknownst to even me I’d just created my first piece of graphic design.
I wouldn’t actually hear the term graphic design until I was in college, but I kept drawing throughout school. There wasn’t a class notebook that didn’t get something (or rather, many things) scrawled in the margins. How I maintained a decent grade point average continues to mystify me.
Interestingly (at least for me), when I look back at those comics, cartoons and doodles I actually see graphic design in it’s obscure infancy. My illustrated superheroes always had logos or weird alien languages on them. Alien typography at age 14, who knew? I would often spend more time on the comic book ‘headline’ than on the drawing itself and my cars (or robots) looked ever so slightly branded. I was mildly-unconsciously obsessed with that type of detail and only realized later in college that there was a connection.