Taking a stroll down memory lane just to remind myself that this month marks 6 years since I received my Design Foundation Diploma, oh how time flies... Many of you might be wondering what a Foundation degree is, and the best way I can describe it: a year in which a creative person puts themselves in a realm where the endless possibilities are unheard of; when the expression 'thinking outside the box' doesn't exist because the experiments one undergoes during a Foundation Course is so far beyond the box that one might forget the spark that ignited the idea in the first place, and what's left is a piece of work that is ludicrous. The end result makes you proud to think you developed something from a labyrinth of creative loopholes - that's what a Foundation Course entails. In layman's terms; a course that pushes your creative boundaries so far that you forget why you even enrolled. It was brilliant. I say this now because I completed it, but I use to think that the whole thing was absurd and I was the leading star of my infamous daily rants (I thank my roommates for being my number one audience).  

So why am I posting about a course I did 6 years ago? Well, let me rewind back in time. It will all unravel soon, I promise. My first day was a lecture about the anatomy of the course, and the image my tutors displayed on the projector was a hunk of raw meat wrapped in hair - HAIR! The next thing that followed that gruesome image was the fact that this was a student's final project from the previous year - she got a Distinction (U.S. grading equivalent to an A+) My mind went blank and went into 'what the f**k mode?!' (pardon my French, that whole entire year seemed like I was speaking the language of love). I came from a fine art background where I would paint, draw, and sculpt, so this all seemed very outside my comfort zone. My zone didn't exist in this course, or at least I thought. By the end of the year I ended up with a project that had developed from the ideology of insanity; what it pertained to the outsider looking in. Not quite sure how I got there to be honest. My final piece had morphed from photographing typographical drawings on my body, to cross-stitching these photographs onto tracing paper, to an architectural design of blocks with these skin-produced images. I made this. Don't know what I made, but it came from a purpose of doing and experimenting.

Nowadays one sits behind the computer and too afraid to even crack the box at times. Not sure if it's fear that stops me from doing and making, or the excuse of 'not having enough time'.  What could become if I were to start experimenting, making, and getting dirty? My mind is currently a labyrinth with no Narnia. I want to make, but the motivation/procrastination of wanting to do so many things at once has taken over, and I am left with nothing to explore because of fear of the unknown. 

Look at the photo above. It's a urinal, and it has been displayed as a work of art. Whether Marcel Duchamp had a purpose behind 'Fountain' or not, he wasn't afraid to put the urinal out there, write R. Mutt on it and let it be known as something he did. It's a risk, but he took it. As crazy as it might seem to think of a urinal, or a hunk of meat with hair as art, it might be more crazy for me not to experiment the possibilities beyond the screen. Sometimes in a creative life it's necessary to produce work that makes you say 'WHAT THE FOUNDATION?!'

P.S. Sorry if this a jumble of rambling words, it's late, and I had to get this out there to ease the mind - Happy Friday!