Thursday, February 26, 2015

editing your story

For years (8 of them, to be exact) I have been wanting to pick up some kind of graphic design. When I was in college, I made a horribly brave decision to take some pre-requisite art classes so I could try to get into the only design program UMD had. Sadly, ART100 scarred every creative being that I had available in my soul at the time. By the time I finally ended that semester with a passing grade, I thought that was the last I'd think about doing anything creative with my life.

If you know me, you might say I'm a quitter. I'm not [that] ashamed to admit that you're probably a little right. I'm the least competitive person that I know, so when something isn't working out for me... well... I tend to quit (if only that applied in my relationships, but I guess that's another post). According to my track record, my failure in art should've been the end of my dream of being a designer, but I'm happy to report that I'm still just as determined as I was back in my high school yearbook editor days. This must mean I'm onto something... even if it's taking a little longer than expected.

I've been really lucky to have had the opportunity to flex my creativity in my job lately (reports, infographics, what-have-you). It's been fun and it feels really good to be creative again. Better yet, I've been finding it to be a good release in this semi-muddled time in my life.

So, I've decided to make it a point to turn this design thing into a distraction from other less desirable things happening around me right now. I signed up for online Skillshare classes, hoping to get a little more formal training in things like InDesign, Illustrator, typography, and the general process of creating. I'm making it a goal to do at least two classes every week. Tonight was my first.

It was a class on creating visual narratives with designer Debbie Millman. She was explaining the process of turning written word (i.e. journal passages) into pieces of art through things like collage and other fun, simple mediums. There was a section in her class called "Editing Your Story". I was taking little notes here and there - mostly jotting down artists to look up, books to read - and I found myself surprised to just start naturally jotting down her steps to editing. As I was writing them, I was struck by how perfectly these steps to editing pieces of art fit into editing and rearranging parts of life. Maybe I sound like I've been hanging out in Portland too long... Maybe. But seriously. Check it out:

  1. "Edit out the first paragraph" - This one is my favorite step. She's talking about journaling, and how your first paragraph is honestly, probably, pretty lame. It gives the story away. If you're creating art, you want to be left with a little bit of mystery, question. By taking out the introduction, the explanation of the who/what/where/when/how, you jump into the why. I think I've been lingering in the "first paragraph" for a little too long, acknowledging what's happening, but just brushing the surface of it and making snap judgments. I think it's time to dive into those meaty middle paragraphs (I promise this is not turning into a 50 Shades of Grey scene...what?).
  2. "Don't make excuses for yourself in your writing" - I do this a lot in my journaling. It's like I have to justify my actions to the person reading it - which, fingers crossed, is just me. This shouldn't happen in life, either. You are behind every decision you make. Own up to it.
  3. "Tell the truth" - Your art should be relatable to others. You don't want a piece of art that you can't feel a connection with. I fear the truth a lot, afraid I'll hurt somebody mostly. But you can't be a real human by constantly avoiding the truth. And no one wants to be friends with a not real human.
  4. "Find humor in the absurd" - Yes. Yes yes yes.
  5. "Don't be so hard on yourself" - If you're being truthful, then you're relating to others, and chances are that your reader has gone through the same thing you're vulnerably saying in your piece. Don't be ashamed of your experiences; we're all going through it together.
Maybe this won't make sense to anyone but me, but that's alright. Maybe I'm being a little selfish here. It was something that made me smile after a long, hard day, and heyhey - that's the reason I come here. To remind myself of moments like that. And to reflect. And if all goes well, maybe make sense to one or two of you out there. Here's to design!

As promised: welp g2g



Wednesday, February 4, 2015

the power of music & good people

It's been a LONG time.

I've been thinking of this blog a lot lately, for a lot of reasons. I've had quite a few friends start up some awesome blogs recently, so that's been a great inspiration. I've also been feeling a little stuck, in a way. A big part of it, of course, is due to being far from home - and everything I'm familiar to. I'm so glad I took the risk to leave home and build a life for myself in Oregon, but it's hard. It's really freaking hard... meeting new people, finding new hobbies, feeling comfortable in your totally naked (wait, that's not how you make friends? jk metaphors of course) skin. Anyway, I decided it's time to get unstuck. It's time to start being a little more aware of how lucky I am, and the happiness that surrounds me every day (because I am really lucky, and there is a lot of things to be happy about).

And guess what! That's the whole reason I start this project in the first place. Cool right?

I've been thinking about what I wanted this first post in a long time to be about, and today I got some inspiration. As I said, I've been missing home and all those familiar, comfortable feelings it brings. It's been tough being away, especially the past couple months. As those close to me know, my cousin, Melanie - who I adore - lost her husband, Nick - who I also adore - to a long battle to cancer a few months ago. I wished more than anything that I could be home to be there for her and her precious kids, to do anything in the world they wanted me to do. But I couldn't. So, one night I was sitting at home by myself, browsing Facebook (duh), and saw that Melanie had posted something about their favorite band, Punch Brothers. I immediately knew: I had to contact them. And little did I know that it'd turn into my favorite story of the power of things I love most: music, family, good intentions, and hope.

Melanie just posted the full story on Nick's Facebook support page, A Sweet Piece of Nick, for the first time in honor of the band's new album (visit the page for the video that goes with the story - I couldn't find a way to embed it here, but I promise your heart will be touched in ways you never thought possible).

Anyway, I'll let Mel do the talking from here...