On Fridays, a group joins together to write for five minutes flat – no editing, no backtracking, just raw words. Here are mine:
I went through the mail yesterday and there was a letter addressed to me. It was for an advanced degree at a local university for their interior design program. I don’t think I qualified for it, but it really got me thinking.
I thought about all the hours and late nights and money spent on project after project in design school. There were codes to learn, software to learn, tools to learn, theories to learn. Let’s not even get into art history and design history. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done, and I loved almost every minute of it – see previous sentence. I learned rendering and perspective drawing.
|Lunch with fabulous co-workers|
Perspective. That was what I had. I’d loved the small firm I worked at after finishing my degree. I was shocked at how physical the job was, not just stretching my creativity. I adored the people I worked with and the opportunities I had. But that is gone.
T-squares and carpet squares are replaced by wooden trains and Legos. Do I miss it? Absolutely, but would I trade for it? Absolutely not. That is what I call perspective.