My wife and I were going through our back room and throwing a lot of stuff away. We found my portfolio from freshman year of art school. (We've moved it twice and just now looked through it.) Most of the contents were pretty embarrassing and it is no surprise that I was not accepted into the Graphic Design department based on its merits.
While the greater parts of the portfolio's are now residing in my garbage bin awaiting the weekly pick up on Tuesday morning, I saved this piece from the rubble.
I made it for my first design class and I remember getting a B+ for it. Everyone looked at it and said "it looks like a comic book." I denied this of course, because making comics in art school was about as cool as painting non-ironic unicorns.
But now I post it here for all to see that I was making abstract comics as long ago as 1999.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
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i love the story behind this - it's familiar: you make something and then don't know (yet) what it is or how it fits in. but when it feels right, eventually you see what you were getting at before you even knew you were getting at something. a perfect example of non-linearity.
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