Cleansed, peeled, liberated. The Graphic Design Class of 2018 is leaving and is saying their goodbyes, but not before commenting on the state of affairs one last time. Surrounded by pre-packaged, fast-food-visual-language, authenticity is hard to come by. It becomes slippery like a piece of scented soap. Trends, styles, templates, groups, collectives. Rigidity. So not yoga. Who knew creativity could be valorized? Where’s the inner peace at, that sense of belonging? On the path to subjectivity one-size-fits-none. What you need is some you-time. We have to re-make and unmake ourselves. Time to actualise! This is supposed to be a cleansing of sorts.
A ritual. Or is it an exorcism?
