Yesterday and today I've been collecting pieces for a portfolio review and couldn't help but reflect on how much I've grown as a person and a designer. When I first started college I was an Education major. I flopped around between Elementary Ed, Spanish Ed, and Art Ed. All along I knew that I wanted to be more involved with art though. At first, I took art classes for fun that were all taught by the same retired public school art teacher. While, I enjoyed every class entirely I really didn't learn too much about the actual skills behind the work. I think back to those classes and realize now that the biggest thing that I took away from them was a love for the work; Regardless of the quality of the kitchy crafts I was making.
I don't really even consider the work I did then as much of anything... In my mind the first real piece I made was this necklace here. It is... it was... by no means perfect and today I could probably remake the piece a lot better, but I'm still really proud of it. I say "was" because it was in my purse that was stolen a few years ago. This necklace was probably the saddest loss from that whole situation. Sometimes, I kind of hope that I'll see someone wearing it on the street. I know that's pretty unrealistic, but I like that thought better than the alternative of it being in a landfill somewhere.
And while I won't be able to take this piece with me to my portfolio review this week, I think it was important to recognize the piece. It was after all the first real piece of jewelry I made.
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