So, every chore I did around the house – from washing the dishes to cutting the grass and especially cleaning my football boots – I approached with a fastidious work ethic. I would focus on the end result, not the time it takes. Today, quality and rigour are central to my design work. When I’m working on a project, I ask myself, “What would Bobby say?” … and more importantly, “Would dad say it’s a job well done?”
“I caught my first tube today… Sir”
I may not be very good but I truly love surfing. There’s nothing quite like it. For those precious few hours the minutiae of life gently slide away and my mind becomes cystal clear, leaving nothing but the art of catching waves and a profound sense of joy.
Much like surfing, the creative process can induce me into a state of flow. But it’s not the fear of sharks I have to overcome to reach nirvana. Like a dorsal fin slicing through water, the buzz of a silenced iPhone or the ding of a new email always snare my attention and rail bang me right back into reality.
To bring a little oceanic solitude to the studio, and help me find flow, I use the act of surfing to carve out my day. Whenever possible, I shape my time around two, three hour creative sessions where the iPhone and email get switched off. This not only creates the conditions that allow me to go deep and do my best work but improves my productivity immeasurably. Your messages will never go unanswered, but for those two sessions, I’ll be staying in the pocket.