Thank you internet for being so great to me. I don't really know what people did before you could search things like, "vectorizing digital drawings," "creating a repeating pattern in illustrator," "preserving layers from illustrator to photoshop," and "how the EFF do you use transparency in illustrator?"
I'm back!!! I felt it hit me. That's all there is to it.
Thanks to some great (free) online tutorials I may actually get some sleep tonight. I'll certainly have to do a shoutout compilation once I get this blog on a roll as well. For now, back to the grind, I've got a lot more to accomplish if I'm going to get any snooze time tonight.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Monday, December 1, 2014
I used to be despise mustard. Couldn't eat it on anything and anything it touched instantly became garbage. I can now eat it now and prefer it or most condiments.
That's the opposite of how I always have felt about art and design. I've ALWAYS loved it. Mostly without recognizing it. Or at least recognizing it as a viable job option. Oh you mean you didn't take every single elective in HS as an art class and end up in a mediocre job? Oh, that's surprising. I thought maybe I was the only one.
I knew I like design, especially making things early on. I just always had this idea, an far off fantasy of how I would do art in my free time. You know, after getting home from work, not being exhausted from over eight hours of work, just in time to sit down to one of my many on-going art projects. Ooh how I wanted that to be the case. Don't get me wrong, if that's your life, I commend you. You probably aren't also facing a "milestone" birthday, single, drinking wine on a Saturday night writing your first blog. Ideally, you're here after finally getting through the last 3 years of my blog record after I became famous out of school. That's the dream anyway.
So here I go. Number one: Finish school (Again, or finally depending on how you look at it.)
And then, continue to work my ass off. Only now, for clients. Clients with money. Changing the world. Developing my voice. Bringing beauty to the world.
And also, hopefully, just more of my own art. If it all really works out, you're here for my art. The art I don't know how to make yet. They call it "finding your voice," and I agree. I can tell you from the bottom of my heart and soul, I am here to make stuff. I've never been more happy than when I'm actually making art. I can get immersed for days (and also stuck for twice as many). But what they don't tell you, is that it takes a LOT OF F*CKING TIME. Not just practicing a few hours a day. Like, see you later social life. (I'm still coming to terms with that part - clearly)
What they don't tell you either, is that just because you're killer at science and math, doesn't mean you shouldn't do art if that's what you love. That's where I missed the memo. Being a full time artist seemed harder than being a high school math teacher. After all, I did do as well in math and physics as I did in my art classes. So off I went, spending what will eventually become thousands in debt to become a math teacher, turned economics major, turned uuuhh, oh yeah, mediocre job enthusiast! (at least it makes it sound better)
Almost immediately out of my first job (internship, actually) I knew I was in the wrong field. To be fair, I am extremely thankful for the opportunity to learn that I was never meant to be an auditor. I promptly went back to what I was best at (school) and enrolled in classes at the junior college although I had just graduated. I started photography classes and an intro to graphic design class. I fell in love with the Graphic Design class and never attended the photography although that remains one of my passions. Cut ahead a few semesters and a life changing event left me deciding was the best option was to wait to enter portfolio....
7 years later: I know it was the right decision for me to wait for too many reasons to list. It's also the reason I'm back. It was only the right reason at the time. So here it goes. Nose to the grindstone. No more excuses. No more bullshit. Because the world's to great to spend your time doing anything less that what you love. So here's to Portfolio B getting my full and honest attention.
To be clear: This entire blog creation was during Portfolio Prep Procrastination. I will allow a very minimal couple of hours each week during the next 25 weeks to share my progress, my sketches and how close I am to ripping my hair out before graduation. It's only fair I record the madness somewhere. This will be my productive procrastination. And yoga. But those are all I'm allowed (it's in writing! I have to follow my own rules. )
I've you're here in 2015, you're early. Come back when I've found my voice. Save this first post for the memoir.
That's the opposite of how I always have felt about art and design. I've ALWAYS loved it. Mostly without recognizing it. Or at least recognizing it as a viable job option. Oh you mean you didn't take every single elective in HS as an art class and end up in a mediocre job? Oh, that's surprising. I thought maybe I was the only one.
I knew I like design, especially making things early on. I just always had this idea, an far off fantasy of how I would do art in my free time. You know, after getting home from work, not being exhausted from over eight hours of work, just in time to sit down to one of my many on-going art projects. Ooh how I wanted that to be the case. Don't get me wrong, if that's your life, I commend you. You probably aren't also facing a "milestone" birthday, single, drinking wine on a Saturday night writing your first blog. Ideally, you're here after finally getting through the last 3 years of my blog record after I became famous out of school. That's the dream anyway.
So here I go. Number one: Finish school (Again, or finally depending on how you look at it.)
And then, continue to work my ass off. Only now, for clients. Clients with money. Changing the world. Developing my voice. Bringing beauty to the world.
And also, hopefully, just more of my own art. If it all really works out, you're here for my art. The art I don't know how to make yet. They call it "finding your voice," and I agree. I can tell you from the bottom of my heart and soul, I am here to make stuff. I've never been more happy than when I'm actually making art. I can get immersed for days (and also stuck for twice as many). But what they don't tell you, is that it takes a LOT OF F*CKING TIME. Not just practicing a few hours a day. Like, see you later social life. (I'm still coming to terms with that part - clearly)
What they don't tell you either, is that just because you're killer at science and math, doesn't mean you shouldn't do art if that's what you love. That's where I missed the memo. Being a full time artist seemed harder than being a high school math teacher. After all, I did do as well in math and physics as I did in my art classes. So off I went, spending what will eventually become thousands in debt to become a math teacher, turned economics major, turned uuuhh, oh yeah, mediocre job enthusiast! (at least it makes it sound better)
Almost immediately out of my first job (internship, actually) I knew I was in the wrong field. To be fair, I am extremely thankful for the opportunity to learn that I was never meant to be an auditor. I promptly went back to what I was best at (school) and enrolled in classes at the junior college although I had just graduated. I started photography classes and an intro to graphic design class. I fell in love with the Graphic Design class and never attended the photography although that remains one of my passions. Cut ahead a few semesters and a life changing event left me deciding was the best option was to wait to enter portfolio....
7 years later: I know it was the right decision for me to wait for too many reasons to list. It's also the reason I'm back. It was only the right reason at the time. So here it goes. Nose to the grindstone. No more excuses. No more bullshit. Because the world's to great to spend your time doing anything less that what you love. So here's to Portfolio B getting my full and honest attention.
To be clear: This entire blog creation was during Portfolio Prep Procrastination. I will allow a very minimal couple of hours each week during the next 25 weeks to share my progress, my sketches and how close I am to ripping my hair out before graduation. It's only fair I record the madness somewhere. This will be my productive procrastination. And yoga. But those are all I'm allowed (it's in writing! I have to follow my own rules. )
I've you're here in 2015, you're early. Come back when I've found my voice. Save this first post for the memoir.
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