So it's the start of the third and final year. And yes, I do realise that the dates of the blog posts don't match up - put it down to dissertation/final year stress. Finally got round to sorting it all out though.
This means one main thing to me - self-initiated briefs for a year. Brilliant. Although I didn't mind second year, I'm way more stoked about this one. Odd really, considering that it's going to be a lot more work, sleepless nights and stress. But the lure of being able to take my work in the direction that I want trumps that all. I'm anticipating complex ideas (which potentially will drive me insane), taking influence from my guilty, dork-like pleasures (science may be a main contender), and a slightly different visual aesthetic. I don't want to be tied down to one medium. Allowing it instead to develop organically, and from the concept. I'm not going to lie - I may try and get some cats in there somewhere.
