The Art of Redesign
Inwardly I grieve for what can not be. But what can one do? The Committee has spoken—the change must be made, even if I strongly disagree with their decision.
Once you get over your disappointment—you have to decide what to do. Artists have to have thick skins in order to survive—but that doesn't mean that we are immune to the hurt. After all, what does one do with a rejected design?
Sometimes you can salvage the design—such as in the case of the cover Looking for a City—I was able to utilize the original background image from the rejected cover in the final design. This didn't make the redesign process any easier—but at least I was able to focus more on the type design instead of worrying about what was going to go behind it.
Then there are times when you can't salvage anything from the rejected cover. And you wonder, as you stare at your computer screen, how you could ever top your original design—especially when it fit the topic so perfectly. You end up asking yourself: What am I going to do with my rejected design?
This is what I have found—it might not work for everyone, but this is how my creative brain works—you never throw out any idea . . .
You re-shelve it for later use
Spend some time with your imagination
Think of the things that make you laugh
Let your child with-in recover
Doodle
Brainstorm
Visit your creative library
Sit in the weird artistic chair
Slide down the whimsical staircase
Make yourself comfortable
Dream
Switch rooms
Take a walk
Drink tea
Recharge [with a cat]
Find a left brain friend to run ideas by
[if they don't understand it—idea might be too brilliant,
to the point that no one—except yourself will truly ever understand it]
Except the challenge and let your creativity flow.
After all, if the committee can't see the brilliance behind your design—it's their loss.
After all, if the committee can't see the brilliance behind your design—it's their loss.
Remember that you are unique . . . don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
I am the right brain.
I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion.
Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter.
I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet.
I am movement. Vivid colors.
I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas.
I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel.
I am everything I wanted to be.
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