Another glimpse back in time at Conrad’s mysterious, dead career in advertising. I remember, vividly, telling myself I would never become a jaded old designer, burnt-out an dead inside. Then I worked several thankless jobs in that dreaded field, and … on the bright side, I have plenty of fuel to write this comic strip!
Hey, let’s have a comic!
Getting out and doing some hands-on creative stuff — for simply the sake of doing it — is a damn relief for me as a designer. Putting the research, planning, study, and fundamentals aside for a damn minute and just making something the way you want to make it just feels good. The last proper creative retreat I was on was a mix of creative exercises, departmental planning, and guilt-laden “why aren’t you better” management speak, and I’m not sure about anyone else, but the battery-recharging didn’t really take. Designer Camping is a thing, I ‘spose, we’ve done in our neck of the woods — we have hats — and for some reason always serves as a proper refresher. Fresh air and great weather do wonders, and I’d recommend everybody go get some as soon as possible.
Go Summer.
