In a social setting somewhere random, Someone asked me what I do.
“umm I’m a designer” I mumbled- not quite sure if I should link a longer line with it to explain exactly what I design. Predictably the next question was, “So what kind of clothes do you design?”
Sigh. “Well it’s like brochures and logos and all” I try to sound excited but end up sounding irritated. I hate myself for making something I’m so passionate about sound as lame as past-time on the computer.
“I conceptualize ideas for products and campaigns- and then see the applications through” Great. Now I sound like I have no idea what I do, except use long words to sound important.
I struggle almost every time I’m asked this question not because I don’t know the answer but because I have yet to find the words which do justice to what I actually do. I look at things we all see everyday, and use them to grow as a person. Too pseudo. I actually design for agencies on a contract basis. Ugh. Too limiting. I believe that design is all not something that I can confine to the boundaries of human definitions. Aaaargh. Too philosophical. I search in vain for words which will encompass the excitement and thrill I feel in my work. Can words really ever make up for feeling?
“so what do you do?”
“jee I’m a teacher.”
“oh how nice beta. What do you teach?”
“oh what kind of clothes do you design?”