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Pretty Fucking Amazing
Three words that pretty much sums up recent events. Every year in the interior design program, students are to organize the graduate exhibition event entirely on their own. From raising funds, gathering sponsors, calling in media, consulting graphic designers, locating a site, inviting people from the industry .. and the list goes on. Very much like the thesis projects, the exhibition is a year long job, a real test to our organization skills.
The site we chose was previously a business school in West Melbourne. The building is old, full of classrooms filled with dull single desks and old chairs. There were cracked windows, jammed venetian blinds, torn carpet and an amazing amount of crap left behind. We cleared all the furniture to the lobby, arranging for removalists to take what we didn't need. We repainted the walls, demolished a wall from each room to open up the space, installed new lighting, ripped up part of the carpet, created the bars from the desks, and feature walls from the paper work that was left behind. It wasn't until all the work was pinned up, that the space looked like an exhibition.
It was an amazing turn out. I arrived with my family at 6:30pm and the place was already filling up. I gave my family a tour and finally brought them to my work. Their proud faces reflected mine. Content. Not long after, the site was full, jam packed, unbreathable to walk through. Josh arrived, along with Felix, Lynn, Andy and Stacey. They were awestruck by everyone's work. Everyone was telling me how proud they were of me. I was so happy. I am so happy. And so damn proud showing my work off. Days leading to the big night was spent with everyone else. We sweated together to make the night come together. It was such a great feeling. The achievement, the triumph and sharing it with people on both ends. Cameras were going off all night, aimed at us. We felt like celebrities. Superstars. Everyone was there to see us, support us and cheer us on.
My cheeks hurt so much from smiling, from laughing, and I ached from pure happiness.
Unfuckingforgettable.
The biggest moment for me though, was being asked for my business card. I was explaining my work to Nancy when a young hipster man, turned around and asked me if it was my work. Yes, I say, beaming proudly. He tells me my concept is extraordinary and amazing, and that he loves this and that and then he tells me "this is pretty fucking amazing." I blush, and gush, and laugh and say thank you. As if I could feel anymore happiness, he asked me for my business card that I did not have. He slips out his phone to grab my details. Voila. Potential project in the cards.
To know that my project appeals not only to me, but other people is the most gratifying feeling. I am in love with this feeling, this state of bliss.
The site we chose was previously a business school in West Melbourne. The building is old, full of classrooms filled with dull single desks and old chairs. There were cracked windows, jammed venetian blinds, torn carpet and an amazing amount of crap left behind. We cleared all the furniture to the lobby, arranging for removalists to take what we didn't need. We repainted the walls, demolished a wall from each room to open up the space, installed new lighting, ripped up part of the carpet, created the bars from the desks, and feature walls from the paper work that was left behind. It wasn't until all the work was pinned up, that the space looked like an exhibition.
It was an amazing turn out. I arrived with my family at 6:30pm and the place was already filling up. I gave my family a tour and finally brought them to my work. Their proud faces reflected mine. Content. Not long after, the site was full, jam packed, unbreathable to walk through. Josh arrived, along with Felix, Lynn, Andy and Stacey. They were awestruck by everyone's work. Everyone was telling me how proud they were of me. I was so happy. I am so happy. And so damn proud showing my work off. Days leading to the big night was spent with everyone else. We sweated together to make the night come together. It was such a great feeling. The achievement, the triumph and sharing it with people on both ends. Cameras were going off all night, aimed at us. We felt like celebrities. Superstars. Everyone was there to see us, support us and cheer us on.
My cheeks hurt so much from smiling, from laughing, and I ached from pure happiness.
Unfuckingforgettable.
The biggest moment for me though, was being asked for my business card. I was explaining my work to Nancy when a young hipster man, turned around and asked me if it was my work. Yes, I say, beaming proudly. He tells me my concept is extraordinary and amazing, and that he loves this and that and then he tells me "this is pretty fucking amazing." I blush, and gush, and laugh and say thank you. As if I could feel anymore happiness, he asked me for my business card that I did not have. He slips out his phone to grab my details. Voila. Potential project in the cards.
To know that my project appeals not only to me, but other people is the most gratifying feeling. I am in love with this feeling, this state of bliss.
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