It’s strange the things I’ve learned in a week. Like, I was meant to be a graphic designer. That the little idiosyncrasies that made my past teachers hate me, like doodling letters in my notebooks and going overboard with prep seem to be exactly what’s expected. Or maybe all my teachers hate me already and I’m just oblivious because I LOVE every class.
Last week I discovered Neville Brody. It’s ironic that the reason I discovered one of the most influential designers of this generation is because I wanted free shipping of a text book on amazon and ended up searching “Best Graphic Design Books”. Brody’s was the cheapest and was on the most lists and so I got it. HOLY MOLY. He designed album covers for bands that I love, has a punk rock philosophy towards design and creation and went from being someone who almost didn’t make it through graphic design school to being the Dean of the Royal College of Art. I’m in love with the mans interviews on educational reform in the arts, and his designs, and the fact that he’s not just an artist he also has a brain. Oh how I love those artists with brains, and oh how rare they are! Oh yeah, and Ellen Lupton. I’m in love with these people. Like, in love. I haven’t listened to real punk in quite a while but suddenly I’m throwing on X Ray Spex and dancing as I think about an assignment on fonts from the 18th century! What’s wrong with me?!?
Oh yeah… and none of this is in the course.
Then there’s Helvetica, which I hate, but the documentary is super interesting. There’s the movie The Architect and The Painter. There’s hundreds of dollars worth of supplies to buy and there’s class assignments to sketch in a book, and to take pictures of random things that might inspire. There’s a whole list of most influential designers that I can’t find in blogs but I discovered in the comments section of blogs who were missing names. See, the thing is, I’m approaching this from the perspective of a girl who started a web development company. I’m looking at school like work, where excuses don’t fly and you do your very best and three hours of sitting drawing is not hell, it’s what you finally get to do when you’re on vacation.
What do I have to say about graphic design school at Dawson? It’s given my life purpose? The things I do automatically, like take pictures of the sewer gratings in the courtyard where I hide so I don’t have to interact with other students are assignments. Painting shades of grey (not fifty, perv) is a three hour class and the teacher lives around the corner in that warehouse with a wood stove that makes me want a fireplace every time I walk the dog in the fall.
I’m just spewing excitement right now and it’s probable that no one is interested, but it’s a reminder to me that I need to write some blog entries.
#1. Publish my experiences at Wordcamp Montreal! Web Design Baby!
#2. Review of Critical Hit games, and maybe of Pixelles Montreal courses on Unity! Game Design!
#3. Graphic Design, books, classes, inspiration, everything.
I love it so much I’m going to explode, and I don’t want to press publish because I’m already looking at my sites as if they were made by an amateur who didn’t love Baskerville! So, basically, more coming soon, after I finish the two papers that aren’t due for a month and go overboard on thumbnail sketches that the teacher asked for three of and I’m doing three pages of instead.
Wish me luck!