I combined the two things in my pocket to reflect how I found them in my pocket.
Jif Peanut Butter says…
Finally getting serious about some next steps in my life. This is a clip from a much larger two page spread of a brainstorming session I’m having with myself. I’m examining everything.
Two years ago I was living in New York City, on a bit of a quixotic journey of self-discovery. I learned many things pinned against the trying life of a freshly-minted New Yorker from the South.
I had a great relationship, and some cool jobs, but realized my efforts at being a communicator (poet, illustrator) needed time and space to be truly developed. So I went to school for graphic design (huh?), back in Atlanta.
Since graduating, and returning to New York, life has moved rapidly. I have met new people, wonderful people with heads full of great ideas and hearts full of passion. I have worked in capacity with some of the most weathered and talented designers in my field; and recently my portfolio was featured in PRINT magazine.
Accomplishments are what they are, but I’m not sure I started any of this for the march of traditional success. I believe this began as a hope to move from places of unknowing to knowing and back again to unknowing. I started this in hopes of collaborating with people who are very much alive and wanting—reaching and never settling for the lowest common denominator.
So in terms of design-speak, I believe I’m undergoing a rebranding. I want to reconfigure what my business being a creative sort is all about. I want to create more possibilities, form more bridges. I want to forget about form and really find the function. I want to pull the labels off of things and let them find new territories, new identities. Things are starting to look the same to me of late.
I want to be naked before the issues of our day. I don’t seek an ascription and I don’t want to contribute to the dialogue for the sake of contribution. It isn’t about getting hired for me any longer, nor is it about asking permission.
I think it’s about growing up, finding a voice (or multiple voices) and then sequentially sharing of that.
In the coming months I’m initiating projects I believe in, because I feel moved and called to initiate them. They could completely suck. They could also be legitimate educators in a time when everything is seeming dictated (dull). Change is good and resting on our laurels is fine for a day, but….
I want to keep looking.
Mr. Balls is a Brazilian mascot aiming to raise awareness of testicular cancer.
Balls out and those knee-high leather boots…I thought he was the new mascot for The Eagle. Oh well. One of them should be lower anyway so they don’t smush together when you walk. And your balls should never look liked a baked potato. Get it together, Brazil.
Lucky Peach (San Francisco, CA, USA)
me flirting: *breathes heavily and favorites your tweet*