The Pressure Point.

Nothing runs deeper than the pressure of the deadline in your veins. Complications arise as each step closes to the deadline. Mistakes are made, and the seed of anger dwells and grows ever so slowly within. Fingers, furious and rattling away at the keyboard whilst the chronological clicks of the mouse speeds up every second. Frustrations are fueled with printers failing to print. Files with no fault crash and burn and errors occurring at every click. Time is short and time is money. Adrenalin kicks in, and the pieces all fall into play. Work becomes progress and the path becomes clear. Relief flows out of the body pulling away at each finger tip, and exhaustion fills in the empty space within.

Life of a graphic art student.

Waking up in the morning your conceptual thinking begins. Every object you see you relate words and brainstorm until you've exhausted the object until it's roots, it's base, it's foundation. In class, when the teacher speaks about a brief, every key word forks, and divides itself into ideas, and ideas grow literal and shapes itself laterally. Hands drawing away, with a pencil in hand, like a marksman waiting for the right time. An idea shoots, and words flow, lines are drawn and work becomes life.