“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” – Thomas Merton
I came into the business of designing blogs almost by chance. I’ve always loved HMTL and CSS and playing around with those two, so when I started this blog it was almost bound to happen.
I’ve never really considered myself to be artistic or really creative for that matter. Maybe this comes from having friends that are really really awesome at the arts that when I compare myself to them, I look silly. And yet, in designing blogs I’ve found my creative outlet, my way to make the world (even if it’s just the internet world) a little more beautiful.
I love the process of getting to know a blogger and then designing something unique to them, something that represents them. Yet, in each of those designs there’s a little bit of me. My style is clean and organized, things I always strive for but in reality fall short of – seriously, one look at my desk area and you’ll see I fall seriously short of the “clean and organized” goal but it is what I strive for. So there’s usually a considerable amount of anxiety when a blogger comes to me asking for something whimsical, with rough edges, a little quirky and cluttered (not unorganized cluttered but cluttered).
I always want to give bloggers what they want, and this time it was no different. Except it was. Erinn is not only one of my favorite bloggers, I consider her a friend. I honestly cannot remember a time I wasn’t reading her blog, so when she comes to me and asks me for a new blog design, it’s personal. This time was no different. Except it was. She lost her dad late last year and generally has been having a hard time so I wanted to give her something spectacular. Something that would, even if the smallest way possible, comfort and happiness.
And it was hard.
It was hard because I wanted it to be perfect. But in order to be perfect, it couldn’t be too perfect. It needed the rough edges and the (organized) messiness that I try to avoid. I poured over pages and painted (literally painted) her blog’s name over and over and over again trying to find that perfect messiness, and the perfectly imperfect squiggly line. I lost myself in that time but I also found something new about myself, I’m a crazy perfectionist. I like clean lines and the reason I struggle with things like watercolors, calligraphy, and hand lettering is because I want things to be perfect, with clean lines but those things don’t always turn out like that. And I guess that was the point, because life is messy at times.
And now I’m going to stop rambling. But first, check out the final product.