I'll admit it myself: graphic designers are a weird bunch. Artists who have tasked their ability to produce beauty on demand, they typically sacrifice all the potential of getting their message seen and the world changed in exchange for getting paid to deliver a beautiful message. All in all, it's a conservative art form; a structure for channeling beauty in the name of a paycheck.
However, sometimes it gets to find the happy junction where the message is all about showcasing all the good things that art should convey, including art itself. I have been asked to create some opening animations for some films a dear friend of mine, Ron Dubois, shot a coon's age ago. (For those wondering, a coon's age is a unit of time spanning an epoch roughly the length of somewhere between a decade and a half-dozen blue moons).
Ron is a three-time Fulbright Scholar, which means he is a passionate teacher who managed to convince a panel of esteemed academics that he was deserving of their trust not just once but three times over. All in the pursuit of documenting the spectacular human heritage that is the uniquely beautiful pottery of three disparate cultures.
It was the last wish of my mentor, boss, and friend, Roger Bolton, that I help Ron to finish his trifecta of documentaries covering the cultural treasures that he has recorded for the benefit of our cultural history.
It is by the blood and sweat of several days in OS X's Font Book, tabbing constantly downward through over 1,000 fonts, that I discovered that the font style I originally selected for the title used in the project over 15 years ago (New York) was based on an affectionate, tongue-and-cheek reference to a Typography I project I did back in my college days at OSU in 1996. That year was transformative for me; it was my first time attending SIGGRAPH, my first visit to New Orleans, and the first time I felt that I had been truly accepted, however junior, into the ranks of designers and animators whom I both respected and loved.
More fun than rediscovering yourself? Realizing that your sense of humor is far-reaching enough that, when you venture far enough forward, you can find that both of its barrels are pointed squarely back at you.
Sure, it's geeky designer humor, but it's still funny.