I’m probably the best planner I know. I think I’d be a really great wedding planner, next to Jennifer Lopez. I should’ve planned out this blog post at the least, but I didn’t. Hence, why I’m sitting here and typing it out.
I have always a hard time with time management. I have had many conversations with my mom, and many teachers about this. Specifically the issue, of me racing 95 meters during a 100 meter dash. I have always left things to being almost done. It ‘s the bane of my existence, really.
If you read my last blog, you’d understand a few of my word choices and phrases. I’m working slowly towards a better managed life. I’m insanely organized, most of the time, and I always plan way more steps than I’ll need to take.
I suck at writing these things, sorry. Guess my lesson is learned, as I should have planned out my first blog and I never would have had to do this in the first place.
My project was originally a 9 piece portfolio for Red River’s Graphic Design program. The pieces included a food packaging label redesign, a self-portrait, a typographic composition, a photographic collage. There are also personal works to be included. They suggest a range of 4-5 pieces which can include sketches, finished drawings, paintings, etc. I am no longer following through with this, which is typical of me, but I made the right choice. For my project pivot, as we like to call it here at Propel, I will be using the ideas for a few of my personal works from the past portfolio and create three designs of my own artwork to be put transferred to physical forms of my choice. I have created a finalized poster for Artist’s 2b Charity Art Auction, and will be creating in cohorts with Thea her book cover and spine design. I also have finished a doodle for the Doodle 4 Google Canada competition, which has already been submitted! I’m very excited looking forward.
All I was thinking about was the eighty kids sitting in one room. I couldn’t help but feel anxious. I felt overdressed, and stressed. I didn’t want anything to do with this, it was called Tiger’s Den. Continue reading
We all sat in the classroom. No one was agreeing on anything. We had been given the task to plan our first excursion to The Forks. Continue reading