I have (excluding a handful of misguided, short-lived phases) always known that I would be an artist. Exactly what kind—actress, poet, musician, painter— was less clear. It was my grandmother who finally set the bulb alight above my head. Grasping for something to shake me out of my delusions of high school education grandeur, she asked, "What about graphic design?"
What about graphic design? What about it, indeed.
I realize, now, that graphic design is the path I've been on all along. When I thought myself an actress, I continued to design. When I fancied myself a poet, I designed. When I imagined myself a singer-songwriter, I designed covers for EPs. Whether web pages or desktop backgrounds; blogs, books, or birthday cards; I've never gone long without designing.
My formal education in design is the last piece of the puzzle. Right now, my mind is awash in images I want to create— but I lack the vocabulary and tools to describe and refine them. Inspired, but undisciplined. I am excited to learn about color, typography, layout, texture; and to learn to use them to make meaning. As I learn more, I will be better able to describe and refine myself, too. So, please, check back and see how the art— and the artist— is evolving.
