About

I'm Patrick, an Art Director, Designer, Educator, and unapologetic Dunkin' loyalist.

Over the last decade, I’ve helped brands, campaigns, and creative teams find the thing that makes people feel something.

Sometimes that’s strategy. Sometimes it’s a line of copy. And Sometimes it’s just knowing that the pixel-perfect design is emotionally dead.

I care a lot about craft and detail, more than anyone should, but I believe the best work usually has a little tension in it. A wiggle. A wobble. A dent in just the right place. A bit of dirt under the nails. Stuff that makes the work feel alive.

What I love most is helping ideas get sharper. Where my creative instincts, cultural relevancy, and strong point of view can thrive.

A huge part of that is mentorship. Helping younger creatives develop taste, trust their gut, and realize that weird voice in their head is usually right.

Teaching at Boston University keeps me close to the next generation of creatives but living life takes care of the rest. Stickers on a mailbox, Graffiti on a rooftop, ads on the Orange Line, record stores, coffee shops, and all the weird stuff in between.

I’ve always believed my work should carry some of that same attitude. Smart, scrappy, and hard to ignore.

Resume

Recognition

A few things my mom put on the fridge:

  • 3x Gold Winner, 2025

    NHsaves, Thrival Guide

  • Merit Award

    WGBH, Understand All

  • Feature, Issue #230

    Seybert’s Billiards Supply, Love Your Shaft

  • Highlighted Feature

    Dan Goldberg Films, Made with Passion
    Seybert’s Billiards Supply, Love Your Shaft

  • 1994
    Hand Turkey

    1997
    Popsicle Stick Pilgrim

    1999
    Limp Bizkit Tour Poster

Off the Clock

The key to life is too many hobbies and the occasional side quest.

When I'm off the clock you can find me somewhere in the woods of Franklin Park with my dog Blue, aimlessly walking through the city with an iced Dunkin' in hand because it's always iced coffee season, chopping up samples from vintage Japanese jazz records for lofi beats nobody asked for, watching pro wrestling with the kind of emotional investment that's hard to explain to people who don't get it, doodling half-formed ideas on whatever surface is nearby, tagging a made up name in the margins of the city (allegedly), taking something apart only to put it back together again in my overpriced Boston condo, and eventually ending up at my favorite Mexican spot watching bad TV movies and drinking cheap beers.