working on a project for my portfolio and thought I'd spice it up with a little Moroccan flair. Love the romantic lines and the vivid colors. My color pallet won't be as bold, but the lines...oh, the pretty, pretty lines.
if you haven't already noticed, blogging has been one of the things I've had to scale back on while I work on my portfolio. Graduation for design students means a giant {behemoth} portfolio review the week before we actually walk across that stage to get that rolled up piece of paper. That little paper doesn't seem to signify as much to me as the event. Where is the accomplishment in that compared to the portfolio event?
I mean, it's only a visual representation of everything I've learned. What is the big deal right? So wrong. If I've discovered anything about myself going to school this time around it's that my 'critical designer eye' is razor sharp and doesn't give much room to wiggle around in a comfortable half baked way of approaching something. It's all or nothing baby. Portfolio has been a murmured word among my design friends for nearly as long as we've been friends. Just saying it makes us tense up and ask all kinds of questions about ourselves. It has even been banned from conversation at times so that it can recede to the corners of our minds to skitter around as we try to ignore it and have a real life.
breathe. At times I really do have to sit quietly and just breathe. Yoga is still one of my dearest friends and I try to keep a check on reality.
Quite honestly, I enjoy the pressure. It is a great kind of stress. I revel in it. I worry about what I'll do without it keeping me company day and night.
Isn't this the prettiest plate? If I could, I'd stop eating lunch out of the container it came in right this second. I might put a dab of the hummus right next to the cracked pepper and olive oil triscuits and have a meal like a grown up.
Nope, gotta run!
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