sometimes just a random google search will leave me overwhelmed (and thoroughly discouraged) by the creativity of all these designers around the world. sometimes it feels like i can’t open my eyes wide enough to take everything in. i wish i could take a mental picture of everything i’ve ever thought was amazing (design-wise) and keep it in my head to pull out whenever i wanted to help inspire me.
amazing information design:
i want this poster:
sometimes it’s such a relief to see design that sucks
Along with the many boring folders I have in my sjsla mailbox, my favorite is named “happy things”. It mostly consists of e-mails people have sent saying they like my work. I’m starting to think I should have a “happy things” folder for every part of my life. Happy things are easy to forget.
I heart this. I think it perfectly explains the frustrations of any kind of career as an artist. People assume that if you’re having fun, it must be easy. Or, if you make it look easy, people assume they can do it just as well.
I find it incredibly difficult to construct any of these posts around a theme. Maybe it’s because my life is lacking in themes? It’s too sporadic and, in terms of the bigger picture of life, not all that important. I remember those funnel brainstorms we used to have to do when we’d begin an essay in middle school. This blog would not have funnels. It would have puddles.
Today the viewbook/curriculum guide and outer folder I designed arrived from the printer. For the first time in a long time I feel like people kind of understand what I do and why I’m there. I think the first reaction I get from anyone asking what I do is, “Really? An elementary school needs a graphic designer?” I said the same thing when applying for the job. I keep thinking back to all the various schools I attended- I can’t really remember there being any designers. Publications were either outsourced to random design agencies or the pet projects of too many stay-at-home moms.
I shouldn’t complain, and I won’t. It’s a good first job. I’ve gotten to rebrand the entire school. I got multiple phone calls today congratulating me on my work and how I’ve “inspired the school.” Not bad.
I do appreciate that because for a year (1 full year as of tomorrow) I’ve been wandering around the hallways taking pictures, sitting at my computer day after day, and my work has been kind of anonymous. Because it took a lot of convincing to get to use more colors than navy blue (that was the most amazing victory), for a while I just had to repeat what was already there. But now, finally, I’m able to create something that really reflects me.
I’m gonna take some pictures of my stuff and hopefully put it up here soon. If I’m not too lazy…
Oh, and here’s some vandalism from this weekend (please ignore my face):
I find it increasingly weird that it’s no longer weird for people my age to really grow up. I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere between wikipediaing my art history papers in college and wallowing in my temporary(?) reverting back to teenage-hood living situation, people I know have been taking The Big Steps.
I remember when the next step was college. Actually, I remember when the next step was getting your driver’s license. Or starting high school. Or growing boobs.
Why is it that I can say (without any sarcastic undertones whatsoever) “oh, she’s still in college. So she’s pretty young.”
When did THAT happen?
Being the youngest (literally the youngest) person at work keeps me perfectly aware of the fact that I am not old. Yet, I am old enough to have enough “remember when’s” to fill a book, and to get almost every single reference on any I Love the 90s (and sometimes even 80s) show. When I was growing up, plastic-gnawing suicidal toddlers be damned, Polly Pocket was actually pocket-sized.
So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that every so often “Random Acquaintance from General Ed Class is Engaged to Snaggletoothed High School Boyfriend” shows up on my facebook newsfeed. Except, lately things are hitting more closely to home. People I’ve spent more time with are quick to kneel, ring-in-hand. I even saw pictures from someone I knew (however briefly) in college with a baby. A freaking baby! All 3 steps taken care of so quickly- engagement, marriage, kids. Truthfully she was super religious (one of those Interest: Jesus, the Lord, His Kingdom facebook profiles) so I guess it was to be expected. But still- I don’t like that this is normal.
Soon it will be my close friends. And then we’ll really have to grow up. And then I’ll have to grow up.
thoughts that have been rattling around in my brain:
1. Where the hell did the word “unsightly” come from? Obviously it’s the opposite of “sightly” but “sightly” is such a freaking lazy word. It’s like that Mitch Hedberg joke about naming things after what they do, like toaster.
2. How weird is it that we see a continuous scene even though our nose is in the way? Yes, I know WHY it happens, the “filling in” that our brain does to compensate, blah blah blah. But really- how weird is that? Our entire lives there is a big nose in the way of everything we’re seeing. What if that in between area that our brain makes up is where all the weird stuff is happening? We’d never know…
3. When you read something, who’s voice do you hear it in? Maybe everyone else hears their own voice, but I don’t. It’s like- not a voice at all. If I try to “listen” (and, to sidetrack- that is an even WEIRDER thing- how do we listen to things in our head? How do we see things in our head? What do blind people “see” when they think? Or do they only think in sounds?)…anyway, if I try to “listen” it’s as if it’s too quick for my own ears- it’s so fast I can’t recognize the tone of the sound… so what the hell is it? Am I even thinking in language?