Hate

Vengeful at 4

A good friend and professor at ArtCenter , Cheri Grey sent me a kind note today. “you’re a compassionate and good Chair,'“ she said. First, I was nicely surprised to read something so kind. Second, it was high praise from someone I admire for being such a good human being. Third, her note made me think, am I compassionate? Of course, one likes to think of oneself as saintly and kind. But, on reflection, was I?

Let’s start with the first time I felt hate. I was about four and we lived in the Haight Ashbury district of San Francisco (1967-69 summer of love). A friend from my experimental co-op pre-school (no Auntie Mame fish mating class) punched me in the stomach. Yes, I was probably overbearing and bossy, but I was four. He immediately ran away and I began crying. In 2020, just before my mother passed away, she told me how proud she was at that moment, that I didn’t strike back, but cried because this friend was so damaged and in pain.

WTF? No. I cried because I was furious and wanted to hit back, but he ran away. I recall falling to sleep for months thinking about ways to hurt him. So much for childhood saintly demonstrations.

Move along to middle school when being called a homophobic slur was common. Yes, I had an Australian accent from grammar school in Melbourne that didn’t play well in Reno, Nevada. But, ignored the whole thing. Always best to submerge anything negative, and made sure I was at the popular table in high school.

One of my parents’ friends, a noted medium in Cambridge, met me when I was visiting for a college interview and said, “You have an enormous amount of anger and hate.” Really? I was seventeen, terrified, denying my sexuality, and convinced that one small mistake would be the first thread to pull apart an entire sweater. At seventeen, isn’t everyone kind of angry?

Professionally, we’ve all had clients who were less than pleasant. I found that I was the person that typically said, “oh, they’re not bad. they probably have good ideas but don’t know how to express them.” And I still believe that. I think everyone wants to do their best and have a successful outcome.

In the 35 years that I’ve worked professionally, I think I only hated one client. As the editor of a magazine, she would remain silent through all presentations. Then, at the end, she would wave her hand and say, “No. Don’t like.” and walk away. Ok, poor communication skills. Then she called and demand that I fire one of my staff because she didn’t like her, “I just don’t like her. Of course, I would like to give you more work. But…”. Yes, I hated her. No, it was not Vogue. Yes, I ended the relationship.

I’ve worked with many remarkable people including, April Greiman, and then my business partner of 20+ years, Noreen Morioka. I am inspired by the kindness and true generosity of my friends Michael Vanderbyl, Paula Scher, Michael Beirut, Dana Arnett, Jennifer Morla, Jessica Helfand, and Debbie Millman. It is from them that I stop when seriously pissed off about someone, and think, always err on the side of kindness. The problem that keeps popping up is being a human. I really do think everyone is dealing with their own issues and sometime ass-holey behavior leaks in. But…

My mother looked remarkably like Audrey Hepburn and when I was a child I didn’t know they were two different people. There is a scene is the Steven Spielberg movie, Always, with Audrey Hepburn as a sort of after-life intermediary. At one point, Audrey Hepburn says to Richard Dreyfus, “Pete, you’re such a good man.” When I’m angry, those words pop into my head in a sort of combo Audrey Hepburn and my mother. And I stop and think, am I good?

FYI: being kind does not equate to being soft.

Good times at middle school: I was sleeping on a cot at my grandmother’s house. My mother was in-between husbands. Someone was leaving anonymous homophobic notes in my locker that threatened to kill me. I was just trying to lay low, seem normal, and pretend that I was just like everyone else and had a bedroom.

Sylvia Flint

Sean Adams

Sean Adams is the Dean of Visual Art and Communication at ArtCenter, founder of Burning Settlers Cabin studio, and on-screen author for LinkedIn Learning/Lynda.com He is the only two term AIGA national president in AIGA’s 100 year history. In 2014, Adams was awarded the AIGA Medal, the highest honor in the profession. He is an AIGA Fellow, and Aspen Design Fellow. He has been recognized by every major competition and publication including; How, Print, Step, Communication Arts, Graphis, AIGA, The Type Directors Club, The British Art Director’s Club, and the Art Director’s Club. Adams has been exhibited often, including a solo exhibition at The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art.

Adams is an author of multiple magazine columns, and several best-selling books. He has been cited as one of the forty most important people shaping design internationally, and one of the top ten influential designers in the United States. Previously, Adams was a founding partner at AdamsMorioka, whose clients included The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, Disney, Mohawk Fine Papers, The Metropolitan Opera, Los Angeles County Museum of Natural History, Richard Meier & Partners, Sundance, and the University of Southern California.

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