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Anyone have any advice for someone trying to get in the graphic design field? Should I go to school, and if so, which one for the Louisville, KY area? I have an unrelated degree, and my only experience is from what a friend has taught me about photography and PhotoShop or from what I've taught myself. I really don't know where or how to begin given the present state of my life... Help please.
Spark
Time passes -
A year has come and gone,
the wind blows hard,
and yet here I stand,
the same as I ever was.
I exist like stale bread
and I crumble.
I am trapped air,
stagnant water -
A breeding ground for disease.
How I want to change!-
But the desire is not enough.
So here is my first action,
a declaration:
I am tired of detrimental habits,
and boring routine.
I am tired of having an atrophic mind,
and an even weaker body.
To survive is not enough for my soul,
which is evaporating.
I must pull the dreams and stardust
out from the nightmares and ash.
Change isn't just promising,
it is necessary.
I must do this.
I must
Sacred Resurgence
I feel my blood stirring.
Most often cold,
it is burning.
My soul is searching for more...
Longing to break out of this cage,
I yearn.
If this creative energy doesn't escape...
I burn.
I will not self-destruct.
An itch that must be scratched,
trying to find a medium,
to connect to my higher Self -
Becoming more aware...
An atrophic mind,
creative outbursts are rare.
I miss that feeling:
the tingling of inspiration,
falling like soft drops of rain on parched skin.
That is true spirituality,
and for far too long
I've been disconnected from divinity,
waiting for transcendence.
Creation is my conduit,
my connection,
to all
Rotting.
I'm slowly rotting inside.
My body turns on itself, and I'm trapped inside of it. But the movement is an illusion.
The truth of the matter is, the dust is collecting, and I'm slowly rotting inside. Cold,
distant, unfeeling yet aching...
I'm reaching out, longing to bring this enemy to light, but the sunlight is already
resting on my face. I feel nothing. All I'm becoming is hollow eyes and a tired spirit.
All I am is a prisoner, looking out from a cage and surrounded by tourists throwing
popcorn.
I must get off of this dirty floor. I must rise. I must find Movement, Strength,
Courage.
This is dying potential, wasting opportuni
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Jerry Barksdale has a number of add on degrees or certificates in graphic arts. Several of them. Back before he took his job in Medical he did a lot of graphic art work. Please talk to him. Call him. I can text you his number. I am thinking he would know the ends and outs of Graphic Art Schools.
There is good schools and there are a lot of bad schools. Jerry can help I think.
Rikk.
There is good schools and there are a lot of bad schools. Jerry can help I think.
Rikk.