Here's the thing. I felt pretty good about today. I am still not caught up, but I am surviving. I felt competent today, and motivated. But it is like no matter what I do I leave my design classes upset, resigned, and frustrated. And I don't relate to a personal thing, I am pretty good at separating myself from my work. I know when something is truly weak, and 95% of the time I really do want someone to tell me what I can do to make it better. So why do I leave feeling so tightly wound?
I don't feel like I am getting what I need for this being my last semester. Which is kind of a contradiction because I want to be art directed. I know I am not a pro, but I feel like I am past being lectured to about principles and fundamentals. I want to be put on the spot and asked, "Why did you choose that color?" But the flip of that is, I have my own style, my own way, my own process. It's mine, it works for me, and I am tired of being told (in not these exact words) that I am wrong. Because I am not. My methodology works for me. I feel torn that I am being asked to cultivate my way, and then being torn down for not seeing it the same way someone else does.
So can I take this as any other project: I am being giving a massive amount of information and I have to wade through to decide what is relevant and/or pertinent and toss the rest out?
Maybe I am not as good at separating myself as think...today I did feel a little, not attacked, but looked down upon for believing something that didn't jive with his perspective. Perhaps I do feel a little to defensive about all this.
That being said I will leave with another Einstein quote: " A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?"
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