Tyler Driscoll was a staff designer and photographer for the Obama 2012 re-election campaign, has traveled to India numerous times and is currently working as a designer for Apple in California. I, Wil Driscoll, am working part-time at a pie shop and trying to finish up school this semester.
Thoughts like these run through my mind every time my parents bring up my brother and whatever amazing thing he is doing at the moment. For instance, “Your brother’s taking photos in Africa right now” or “Did you see the Apple Watch advertisements in Target? Your brother designed those.” Eight or more of my brother’s photos are now hanging in our childhood home, while only two of mine are framed. It’s not like I haven’t given my parents loads of framed photos to be displayed, they just never found their way onto the walls.
I honestly love my brother more than words can describe and I am so proud of all he’s accomplished at such a young age, but it’s hard when my parents rarely acknowledge my accomplishments. I get that I have done a lot less because I’m only 22 and he is 30, but it would be nice to have them at least ask about what I’ve been doing.
Tyler’s photography and design is both stylized and ornate; his work appeals to a broad range of people. My work, on the other hand, is very minimal and straightforward. I like to make my photos look as natural as possible, whereas my brother might spend hours retouching his photos.
At this point, I probably sound like I’m just a jealous younger brother and, of course, I am jealous of all of the things he’s experienced and accomplished. However, this jealousy has helped to push my creativity and skill level even further. It helps motivate me to be successful by way of my own style. Escaping the “following in my brother’s footsteps” phrase is very important for me as I want to be recognized for what I have created.
I do credit my brother for inspiring me to pick up a camera in the first place. Day or night, if I need to run something by him, he will always pick up the phone. As different as we are, and as jealous as I might be sometimes, I’m grateful for him because I don’t think my life and creative direction would have turned out this way without his influence.
Story by Wil Driscoll