graphic design class paper
Mr. Figueroa, this is my submission for your class...wow. I've never done this before. Education has come a long way. Anyway...
Paolo Lorenzana
Please Good Sir, don’t make me Define It
I HAD been doing it all day, I suppose. Thinking about what to do, how to do things, where to go, and when I would. It was all part of this perpetual plan that I was both consciously and unconsciously aware of-an intricate design that intertwined with everyone else’s and encompassing a massive plethora of countless others. From Warhol’s paintings to Winnebago tribal etchings and everything in between, design had begun, developed, and enveloped the universe, and considering there’s an idea to and about all that surrounds us, everything overlapped: concept, creation, and inadvertently, design itself.
So we come back to whether the chicken or the egg came first and when conundrums like this are encountered, what is sought is religion. There must have been a higher power that created the chicken or egg, yet whichever came first never really mattered to me. And because of the universality of the word’s definition, I’d like to think design came from me-wholly from me-because I could be a vegetable laying in a hospital bed designing this entire world in my head. I could be typing this paper out and later printing my words on a piece of paper that my mind has designed me to think was invented (or designed) by the ancient Egyptians. I could be banking on the fact that I’m doing all this because of a conjured image of God wanting me to be a trusty little steward by doing what I’ve got to do in the world He designed.
I guess this is an opportune time to cut the meta-meta crap and insert a little definition of what design is, according to Wikipedia. “Design, usually considered in the context of the applied arts, engineering, architecture, and other such creative endeavours, is used as both a noun and a verb. "Design" as a verb refers to the process of originating and developing a plan for a new object (machine, building, product, etc.). As a noun, "design" is used both for the final plan or proposal (a drawing, model, or other description), or the result of implementing that plan or proposal (the object produced)…In philosophy, the abstract noun "design" refers to pattern, or to purpose/purposefulness (or teleology). Design is thus contrasted with purposelessness, randomness, or lack of complexity”.
So maybe my train of thought wasn’t too off-track, after all. Purposelessness. Complexity. Randomness. Although I’m not too sure about the first word, I do have an affinity with the two others. You can put one totally random design and another totally complex one together and become a millionaire, as what I had gathered from a book entitled The Medici Effect. While people think you’re crazy, you could be making something absolutely brilliant;innovation being boundless. There’s also comfort in the fact that design isn’t burdened by the ‘good’ aesthetics of bystanders. Well, not as defined, anyway. Then again there is such a thing as good design, which is totally relative to whoever views it.
I’d like to think everything in this world has some element of good design-even the abstract pieces of dog doo-doo you see on Manila’s most downtrodden streets. I’d like to think that my concept of design is pretty damn beautiful, especially since I believe I was created by God, who is purportedly thought of as Creator of heaven, earth, Warhol, and Winnebagos. Then again, maybe He’s a design of my mind Himself.
Paolo Lorenzana
Please Good Sir, don’t make me Define It
I HAD been doing it all day, I suppose. Thinking about what to do, how to do things, where to go, and when I would. It was all part of this perpetual plan that I was both consciously and unconsciously aware of-an intricate design that intertwined with everyone else’s and encompassing a massive plethora of countless others. From Warhol’s paintings to Winnebago tribal etchings and everything in between, design had begun, developed, and enveloped the universe, and considering there’s an idea to and about all that surrounds us, everything overlapped: concept, creation, and inadvertently, design itself.
So we come back to whether the chicken or the egg came first and when conundrums like this are encountered, what is sought is religion. There must have been a higher power that created the chicken or egg, yet whichever came first never really mattered to me. And because of the universality of the word’s definition, I’d like to think design came from me-wholly from me-because I could be a vegetable laying in a hospital bed designing this entire world in my head. I could be typing this paper out and later printing my words on a piece of paper that my mind has designed me to think was invented (or designed) by the ancient Egyptians. I could be banking on the fact that I’m doing all this because of a conjured image of God wanting me to be a trusty little steward by doing what I’ve got to do in the world He designed.
I guess this is an opportune time to cut the meta-meta crap and insert a little definition of what design is, according to Wikipedia. “Design, usually considered in the context of the applied arts, engineering, architecture, and other such creative endeavours, is used as both a noun and a verb. "Design" as a verb refers to the process of originating and developing a plan for a new object (machine, building, product, etc.). As a noun, "design" is used both for the final plan or proposal (a drawing, model, or other description), or the result of implementing that plan or proposal (the object produced)…In philosophy, the abstract noun "design" refers to pattern, or to purpose/purposefulness (or teleology). Design is thus contrasted with purposelessness, randomness, or lack of complexity”.
So maybe my train of thought wasn’t too off-track, after all. Purposelessness. Complexity. Randomness. Although I’m not too sure about the first word, I do have an affinity with the two others. You can put one totally random design and another totally complex one together and become a millionaire, as what I had gathered from a book entitled The Medici Effect. While people think you’re crazy, you could be making something absolutely brilliant;innovation being boundless. There’s also comfort in the fact that design isn’t burdened by the ‘good’ aesthetics of bystanders. Well, not as defined, anyway. Then again there is such a thing as good design, which is totally relative to whoever views it.
I’d like to think everything in this world has some element of good design-even the abstract pieces of dog doo-doo you see on Manila’s most downtrodden streets. I’d like to think that my concept of design is pretty damn beautiful, especially since I believe I was created by God, who is purportedly thought of as Creator of heaven, earth, Warhol, and Winnebagos. Then again, maybe He’s a design of my mind Himself.