i've never really found myself to be exceptionally good at something, at least until this.
it all started when i switched one of my classes my sophomore year from an unbelievably boring business management class with the nasally voiced mrs. haga to commercial arts two, even though i hadn't met the prerequisite. i went into the class got my first assignment, the project from hell, to create a digital portrait of somebody. i spent weeks slaving over it, complaining about it. changing one tiny point at a time, trying to create something amazing. did it turn out amazing? not quite, but this was just the start for me.
from there i practiced. i did more projects, learned how to work illustrator, and created. i couldn't get enough of the multitudes of things the computer could do that i was not capable doing with a pencil and paper. so, i kept pushing myself to do more projects.
over the past two years i have seen myself grow as an artist. experimenting with different techniques and styles. design has landed me an internship at a design firm and an editor position on my school's yearbook. i do not know where else design can take me, but i know the possibilities are endless.
i have yet to find a method to the madness that is design. i have tried countless amount of things, a million different processes to find one i can settle into, but i can't. all the work i do is sporadic and even i don't know what it's going to look like finished until i click print. in the end i just want to create something i am proud of. i want to be able to hang up pieces, stand next to them, and smile.
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