Vacation
I worked on writing up designs for about 6 or 7 hours today. Seems a strange thing to do on your vacation.
This next year is very likely to have creative burdens that I struggle to completely fathom. After a big sack of effort and a mountain of luck, the world has giving me a stage, an instrument and a big fucking spotlight. I have this opportunity to be avant garde, to provoke, to inspire, to surprise people, to give them a taste of my design aesthetic...or to be arrogant, overly-ambitious, enchanted with bad ideas, or complacent.
I only imagine that life only gives you so many opportunities to make a statement with your work that matters to people. Pretty soon you're middle-aged, up to your neck in banal tedium and you can hardly bat the wings of a metaphorical fly with your strongest work. Of course, social attention of your work is a secondary end of creative pursuits and doesn't have much intrinsic value, but the right kind of social attention is a large window to being able to have a larger canvas for them.
I've got this strange sickness about me now. I don't get care about getting a girlfriend, I don't care about driving a nice car, I don't care about wearing nice clothes or buying new toys or living in a nicer place or even making significantly more money; I just want my designs to be bad ass. That's it...if that's all I do next year, i'll consider it a great year. I want to be able to look back at next year and say,"Oh, ya, 2011...that's when I designed *this*." If that means crazy hours, little sleep and lots of pain, I welcome it.
This next year is very likely to have creative burdens that I struggle to completely fathom. After a big sack of effort and a mountain of luck, the world has giving me a stage, an instrument and a big fucking spotlight. I have this opportunity to be avant garde, to provoke, to inspire, to surprise people, to give them a taste of my design aesthetic...or to be arrogant, overly-ambitious, enchanted with bad ideas, or complacent.
I only imagine that life only gives you so many opportunities to make a statement with your work that matters to people. Pretty soon you're middle-aged, up to your neck in banal tedium and you can hardly bat the wings of a metaphorical fly with your strongest work. Of course, social attention of your work is a secondary end of creative pursuits and doesn't have much intrinsic value, but the right kind of social attention is a large window to being able to have a larger canvas for them.
I've got this strange sickness about me now. I don't get care about getting a girlfriend, I don't care about driving a nice car, I don't care about wearing nice clothes or buying new toys or living in a nicer place or even making significantly more money; I just want my designs to be bad ass. That's it...if that's all I do next year, i'll consider it a great year. I want to be able to look back at next year and say,"Oh, ya, 2011...that's when I designed *this*." If that means crazy hours, little sleep and lots of pain, I welcome it.