Steve
I descend from a long line of engineers — mechanical, electrical and nuclear. Being the first in my family to pursue a career in the visual arts has left a few family members scratching their heads in disbelief. I’ve had a passion for both music and art since I was a child and I am always thankful that I found a career that allows me to explore those interests without having to immerse myself in the engineering world.
In addition to photography, print and web design, my passion for creativity doesn’t stop there. Whether it be landscaping, a deck design, a kitchen remodel, a theatrical costume — any opportunity to design and create is always a welcome one.
UNKNOWN FACT:
Drums, drums, drums, since I was 12. Guitar since 17. Co-written and recorded two full-length albums with my bandmates — while NOT killing each other during the process.
Steve “Sharkbait” Matthews graduated from university, diploma in hand, and felt a deep, primal calling — Piracy.
So he joined The Salty Barnacle, a ship with a fearsome reputation and an even more fearsome smell. The crew welcomed him warmly.
“Welcome aboard!”
“Hope you can swab better than Carl!” “Has anyone seen Carl?”
The moment the ship left port, Steve discovered a problem — he was catastrophically seasick.
Every wave folded him like a lawn chair. The crew started timing him. Twelve seconds was the record.
Still, Steve persevered. Piracy required grit. Toughness. Rum. So one night, he took a heroic swig from the communal barrel. It tasted like a sock steeped in regret.
“Ye don’t like rum?” the captain roared, nearly dropping his parrot. The crew gasped. Someone fainted. The first mate slid down a mast for no clear reason.
Word spread quickly. The new guy didn’t like rum. It was the worst scandal since Carl vanished.
Humiliated, nauseated, and damp in ways no coat should be, Steve made a decision; piracy was not for him.
He returned to land, where two kindly old graphic designers took him in. Their shop smelled of ink, paper, and missed deadlines—far safer than the sea. Steve learned typography, color theory, and how to confidently call version twelve “final.”
Today, Steve thrives there on creative work and coffee strong enough to violate several treaties.
And sometimes he mutters: “At least on land…nothing moves….and who was Carl?”