If anyone is here to say hello, hey there!
This semester, the last one in my college career, I’ve decided to undertake something ambitious.
In just a few short months (actually only about two), I am making a full-on concept art book for MIND.
Am I really doing this? I am. Somehow, I’m going to get it done. I will work like a dog to get it done, because I want to make something that I am proud of. I want to bring these somewhat beloved characters to life, and set out to fulfill the mission I have set for myself: to help others in the way I wish that I was helped.
Just yesterday in Senior Portfolio, we were working on brand identity. There’s all sorts of fun bells and whistles that come with that, with palettes and moodboards and whatnot, but there is also a brand statement. A personal identity. What do I want to accomplish?
Going around the table, we said strengths and weaknesses about each other. Mine were known to me: I am too quiet. I don’t get out there, even if I have art and ideas to share.
So, here I am.
Here’s the thing: I’ve learned that I am very much not good at writing in a journal. But, this has been such a long process/project in coming, that I felt I needed to document it. As we say in Graphic Design, we ALWAYS need the process. We get points off if we don’t have process. There is nothing without it.
So, as I undertake this project, I will be posting updates. Most of them will be frantic. Some will devolve into squibbling panic, but that’s just good old Floxy demanding his story be told. But I have no doubts that it will mean something at the end.
Now wait, you say. Who’s Floxy? What is this? I’ve never heard of MIND. What is that supposed to mean? Why don’t I know?
Well, my friend, you don’t know because I never told you.
Only a select few people know. My family. About two of my friends. My counselor. The voices in my head.
MIND is the selective name I gave to, well, my mind.
I told myself I was going to use proper and not blasphemous language here, so let’s just say that high school…it was rough. I didn’t know what I was doing. I thought I was just a lonely small girl who wasn’t quite in tune with her emotions. But here’s the thing, my mind was sick. When your heart is sick, you get that checked out. What do you do when your mind is sick? Go to hell/high school everyday for four years.
Nobody talks about depression. It’s taboo, it’s gross. It’s cringey. It’s not allowed. A hush falls over the room when the word is spoken. You’ve seen those TED talks right? As soon as the ‘d’ word is spoken, the room is silent.
I’m here to speak about it. I haven’t. As far as most people know, I’m fine. And, I was fine throughout high school too. They didn’t know that I was sobbing in the guidance office hour after hour, because I didn’t want anyone to know. But now, I think I do.
I’ll post a meet the characters soon. After all, you need to know the main players.
Keep in touch,