Or any kind of commotion. Which is why I like the Mac Lab so much. Because the clamor in here is mostly controlled and the conversations are educated…
for the most part. In the other classrooms in public schools, there are kids lighting perfume on fire (you know who you are) and yelling various racist comments across the room. I know this because I am the person who sits there quietly observing. I like to people watch because the way people act gives me an insight about who they are as a person. I learn how to block out the noise and just listen to someone’s conversation and omit the various obscenities. I’m not lurking (or in layman’s terms, creeping) around the corner of a dark building trying to snatch little bits of conversation. I just sit there and I listen.
This might be why I get so involved in my work. I put in my earphones and I listen to controlled, organized music that was put together by producers and singers because it makes sense. Because it is pleasing to the ear. I can stare at a computer screen for hours if I love what I’m doing, be it on Facebook or in Illustrator (of which I have yet to get my own copy). My sisters don’t get how I can sit in one place and stare at a poster because they only see what is on the surface and they move on after a few seconds. I took after my father in the way that I dissect something and I take it apart until it is nothing but words and paper. I don’t spend much time around my father because he does this to people too.
I try not to dissect people as much, because then it gets too complicated and you really mess around with what was put there in the first place. Art is easier because it came from someone’s mind, their hand, their eyes. You gain an insight into what they were feeling and what they were thinking in the first place. Sometimes you can read their whole life in one single picture. But that’s very rare, because those things, like fingerprints, are only put here on this earth once and there’s nothing exactly the same after it’s gone.
So if you can, don’t take my art at face value. It may seem simple and ridiculous at first, but there’s something underneath the typography and vectors. Some things actually don’t seem to have anything underneath them because they are words on paper. But if you break down a word, you see that it came from Latin roots or Greek roots meaning something similar. And then in the same word, there’s another root meaning something different. So think of all the different parts of the art. The thought that comes first and the rough sketching that comes next. The execution and the fixing. And then, in between all of those, the mistakes – the mistakes that make it what it is in the end.