“So, how’s it going,” said The Senior.
“Ehhhhalrightsortof,” came my reply, “…Let me show you…”
So, I showed him…how I hadn’t taken heed of his advice ‘…yet’.
I had tried putting a glow around the chest, made the strokes thicker and just did a bunch of stuff to make me feel like I’d gotten something done and didn’t have a crisis after he’d last critiqued my work. I had the crisis anyway.
^ The glow didn’t work out and it looked weird so I considered cropping into my poster, to make it less obvious. Since I remembered him saying how I shouldn’t be so direct and try and be more metaphorical.
^ This wasn’t exactly my idea of a good metaphor, but ‘at least it was more abstract,’ I thought.
So, I showed him these ^⌄
And he didn’t seem convinced. Him and another senior read my story and went over the keypoints in the story once again. The next vital thing he did was give me artists for reference.
^ Keeping my story in mind I could even go for something as minimal as this.
^ I could keep the colours and lines simple and make something that is something also become something else. It doesn’t make sense when I say it like that, but what I mean is playing with negative and positive space and the way one thing could turn into another (like the girl’s hair turns into the trees).
After doing a good deed he left me to my own devices annnd I went and did some work for Type class…because that was due the next day. Imaging was the day after. Yes, shame on me.