Posts Tagged ‘passion’


Connecting to Your Community: Part Two

June 22, 2011

Reblogged from I Heart Art: Portland

This article is part of a series addressing the topics discussed during our March 30 Salon Discussion, Connecting to Your Community.

Previously in this series: Part One, Setting the Stage

Identifying Your Motives

The best way to balance our commodity-driven culture is to contribute to the community through the open exchange of knowledge, ideas and information.


Mirror fun

Before jumping into a community blind and flailing around without drive or focus, it’s important to take a step back and identify why you are doing this in the first place. And the key to doing that is knowing yourself.
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The Beginning Of It All

October 20, 2010

Design will always live in my soul. Despite abandoning a career in graphic design a few years ago, I’ve always enjoyed picking up little design projects here and there. I was at an educational crossroads back in 2004. Once I had been disenchanted by architecture and my inability to sufficiently grasp the concepts surrounding physics, my father suggested I explore something more creative—more artful. “You should explore marketing or advertising,” I can still hear him say.

Having returned home from two years in Europe and not able to afford leaving home yet, I decided against returning to University of Oregon and instead enrolled in the next best [local and affordable] thing: Portland State University. I had never really heard of graphic design before—I think I had associated it with computer generated images—but I nonetheless signed up for ART 100, Intro to Communication Design for Non-Majors.

Our instructor, Cameron Suttles, was for me the perfect balance between the logic of business and creativity of art-making. And the culmination of that introductory course, a travel poster using only the name of the assigned country and cut paper, instilled in me a passion and a curiosity about graphic design that was insatiable. That project was my first designed piece (and first typographic design), start to finish, comp to final product. I cannot describe the hours and the muscle cramps that my fingers endured, clutched around an exacto knife, cursing the shapes I had chosen. It still makes me proud.