Multimedia Professional

I’m a Dallas based driven creative graphic designer, web developer, and multimedia professional that can be your full service creative agency one stop shop.

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About Zach Jenkins

My studios worldwide
Brand Identity

Brand Identity is important so when working with existing brands, it's vital to pay attention to existing brand and influences to match new content. I have experience working with brands and using it as inspiration to create new content.

Web Development

I have experience with CSS3, HTML5, Javascript, PHP, and more to design and fix various websites and optimize them to run at their most efficient.

Multimedia

I love media. Voice-over is my passion but I have extensive experience in various forms of media from writing, radio, video production, audio production, graphic and web design and more.

Visual Arts

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.

Pwhen Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. Hebelay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able.

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