I am … currently piecing together a concept for a project.
It is a painful (or what constitutes as painful in my line of work – most of the time it’s just highly uncomfortable), slow process – like glueing together lego pieces on a football field. It looks like something, and it looks like there’s going to be potential, but nothing coherent is forming yet.
So I’m taking a break, because I’ve been at it for the last … 12 hours.
To be fair, I had to come up with two concepts, so the first one was arduously (again, what I perceive to be arduous when it isn’t that difficult) pieced together in six hours, maybe. And I started on my second concept a couple of hours ago. Halfway through though, I re-looked at it, and figured that it didn’t quite gel with the client’s projection. So I changed course.
And that can be discomforting, because it means scraping quite a bit, and starting with a semi-empty canvas.
Gah!
So now I’m just slowly stringing it together, trying to fit the small, minute pieces to form a bigger picture.
It’s really isn’t all terrible, though. At least I have a direction. It sucks when there’s no direction, or more like when I can’t figure out a direction, and stick to it. So I spend hours going around in circles, throwing proverbial idea doughs at the wall to see what sticks.
Mostly the idea doughs bounce off the wall, misshapen and sad-looking.
The words are there for me to piece this concept together, I just need to select the right ones – the optimal ones that properly and specifically describe my idea.
It’s not that difficult. Just highly uncomfortable.
A Stab at Grandeur (or the lack thereof) 