About Carla Sinclair and how Sinclair Design Studio began...
I come from a family of teachers and artists and relatives that are proficient in both areas. My mother and father retired from teaching after many years and were instumental in developing my creativity. I remember distinctly the day my mother said, “Carla, you know people make a living out of designing typefaces, logos and laying out magazines, newspapers and everything we read.” That notion must have stuck...
I began my formal studies at Southwestern College in Winfield, KS and then completed my Bachelor of Fine Arts (B.F.A.) degree at Fort Hays State University in Hays, KS. My first job was as an airbrush artist with Art Carved Class Rings in Austin, TX. After several moves, jobs, and life-altering events, I resigned from the Art Director position in 1990 at the Orlando Naval Training Station (M.W.R. Dept.) to begin freelancing.
This career move was primarily due to my “other job” - becoming a mother of my third child. Yet, opening my own graphic design studio was one of the best decisions I have ever made. I've been truly blessed to be able to work in my field, and at the same time, raise my children – Daniel (27), Matthew (23) and Sierra (21). The time has flown by...my children and business have grown!
I still attend continuing education courses, seminars and on-line tutorials when possible. My industry has changed dramatically since the introduction of desktop computers, however, I still like to pick up a paint brush every now and then. That is, when I'm not fishing, reading, gardening or simply enjoying my Creator's artwork. Read more about my current activities on Facebook.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow...Dreams Really Do Come True!
Feel like singing? Go ahead, here are the lyrics...
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little blue birds fly beyond the rainbow why oh why can't I?
