Visual Venting

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[bra_dropcaps style=”dropcap1″]O[/bra_dropcaps] Over the last week, I have hit a bit of a stumbling block with design. I just can’t seem to come up with anything worth using. In a way, I have hit the proverbial “brick wall” and have since been repeatedly banging my head upon it’s stony surface.

I have tried many tactics to overcome the feeling. You know, the usual list of quick fixes to start feeling creative again.

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1. Look for inspiration – haunting my favorite designer’s blogs and creative websites, browsing magazines with great layout ideas, skimming through some typography books.

2. Motivation – good music, adequate room lighting, tea/diet coke in hand, a nice smelling candle

3. Start sketching ideas

4. Try new techniques – Then, try old techniques, try alternate techniques, look at old work, new work, unused but potential work, ask Jason for help (it sure is nice to live with a great designer!), try new techniques some more….start new project (x20).

5. Start praying

6. Clean – Everything. The kitchen, the living room, do laundry…you get the idea.

7. Repeat. (Steps 1 – 5)

8. Sigh – for a verrrrrrrry long time.

9. Go rampaging – across a digital countryside (Halo or Skyrim fans?)

And if none of the above works…

10. Have a visual venting session —- See below:

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Frustrating, isn’t it?

I had gotten to the point where everything I made hurt my eyes to look at. So, I decided to just go with it. Instead of coming up with one more idea I would probably scrap in about an hour, I intentionally made something that makes my eyes bleed if I look at it for more than, oh, 5 seconds.

I unleashed all of my pent up emotions, like an ALL CAPS shout via the interwebs, I made a poster that was as frustrating as I felt. With the fonts not lined up, the blinding cmyk color scheme, the words plastered in places that takes the viewer on an unpleasant quest of illegibility, and a little bit of comic sans thrown in – I feel this design was a visual venting success. I hate it already (just kidding).

Honestly, I feel a lot better. Like punching pillow or a squeezing a stress ball, this was a much needed release of all of my pent up frustrations.

What about you? Have you ever felt the need for a visual venting session?