Page Layout is the living death.
52 fluid ounces of pop and 1 iced starbucks coffee later that morning. My one statement of the early morn is: I would rather shoot myself in my own knee caps and eat my own eyeballs before I will "EVER" take on any design job in my life.
Page Layout Designers must be the accountants of the art world.
They do the shit that agonizes everyone else in the art world and get paid hansomely for it. Lack of creativety has rendered them partially souless, making it impossible for them to be bored. How can one be bored if one has no desire to do anything in the first place?
My design teacher, Chadwick would of course urges the painfully hackneyed pooper: "think outside of the box kiddoes" Unfortunately, it seems that any desire to be experimental has been crushed by fear or doubt. True, my motivation has dwindled so, that until now I was convinced I was in a serious crea-juice slump.
I just spent the last two full nights working on this last design.
Lovely: roughly one week to throw together a beast of a pamphlet that contains a veritable ass of copy text. which sucks.
Chad's painful acceptance of his inability to draw has given him a warped typi-hype trips and use that sexy san-serif on that coy L for some serious anal prostate nasturbations.
Leave me out of it.
Page Layout Designers must be the accountants of the art world.
They do the shit that agonizes everyone else in the art world and get paid hansomely for it. Lack of creativety has rendered them partially souless, making it impossible for them to be bored. How can one be bored if one has no desire to do anything in the first place?
My design teacher, Chadwick would of course urges the painfully hackneyed pooper: "think outside of the box kiddoes" Unfortunately, it seems that any desire to be experimental has been crushed by fear or doubt. True, my motivation has dwindled so, that until now I was convinced I was in a serious crea-juice slump.
I just spent the last two full nights working on this last design.
Lovely: roughly one week to throw together a beast of a pamphlet that contains a veritable ass of copy text. which sucks.
Chad's painful acceptance of his inability to draw has given him a warped typi-hype trips and use that sexy san-serif on that coy L for some serious anal prostate nasturbations.
Leave me out of it.