Dnevnik eklektika - Piše Dragan Babić

Go go indie

A year or two ago, I was talking to my friend N. about graphic design, and art in general. The main topic of that conversation was: "Should we consider graphic design art?"

We both agreed — NAY.

Why?
If you have asked me then, I'd probably gave you a totaly different answer and an explanation of that , but now, in retrospect, I know what I would say.
Then I would answer that I don't consider it art, because it is used to promote stuff, make it sell better, draw attention to the product, not itself.
I still do think so, but now I also think that design has a place in art. As an artform, as long as it is "a gesign for design's sake.".

As soon as it starts to act in favor of something else other than that (itself), I consider it false. Simple as that.
Don't get me wrong, there is great, great design done for commercial purpouses (most of it is), I just think it is a shame.

I feel a design must be senceire. How can it be senceire if it is done for a product, happening or whatever the designer doesn't like? If he can't express his disliking in his work, he has to — lie.
That's what's bugging me. You have to say something you don't mean, and say it to people you don't know. You haven't even met them, and you've already lied to 'em.
That sure sucks, doesn't it?

Alright, I know I am overreacting here probably, but that's just the way I go about things. As much as I hate the term — I try to be politically correct in most things I do. Unlike most designers, I will admit to a client I am not up to a project (done it so many times when asked to do murals, and most often just commercials on walls), simply because I know what the client expects.
He is expecting a full blown burner piece, chicks, cars, whatnot, and I just don't feel those things. I do not function like that.

So I rather turn down the job. Instead of doing a so-so job, I'd rather pass and concentrate on something else that is more fulfilling at the given moment, if such a thing doesn't exist, I'll kick back and wait for it.

I know people have to pay the bills, I know kids have to be fed, I know all that, I just don't want to believe it, yet.
When I see all the people maintaining, and doing really well financially, and still doing only what they think is worth their trouble, that just amazes me, and keeps me thinking like this.

Just the fact of money being the main motivator for the artist to do a piece is in my oppinion wrong and needs to be revised.

Other than that, I believe everything needs a background, and everything does.
But what kind of a background? I want a story, I want a shock, I want that moment to inspire.

I know that's a lot, but those are the moments that change our lives and our perspectives. These moments are the ones we are remembered by, and these are the moments we will talk about over a drink in the years that will come.
That is what I want to remember, not some paycheck.

I want to create a memory, a really cozy memory, that will be my blanket in a lonesome period.
It will remind me of who I am, who I met along the way, who gave a helping hand, that will remind me of my friends who gave themselves to our cause without reserve. If we burn out, so what?! We had a blast, we made something, we enjoyed it and we will have something to remember ourselves by.

It was the first snow of the season
I can almost see you breathing
In the middle of that empty street.

Sometimes I still see myself
In that lonesome bedroom
Playing my guitar
And singing songs of hope
For a better future.

Life is
Only
As good as the memories we make
And I’m taking back what belongs to me.

Polaroids of classrooms unattended
These relics of remembrence
Are just like shipwrecks
Only they're gone faster
Than the smell after it rains.

Last night while everyone was sleeping
I tripped through my old neighborhood
And resurrected memories from ashes.

We said that we would never fit in,
But we were really just like them,
Does rebellion ever make a difference?

So long astoria
I found a map to burried treasure
And even if we come home empty handed,
Well still have our stories
Of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,
Broken bones, and all the best of friendships.

And when this hourglass
Has filtered out
It's final grain of sand
I raise my glass to the memories we had.
This is my wish,
This is my wish,
Im taking it back.
Im taking them all back.

The Ataris-"So long Astoria"

I have bolded the lines that really make me shiver, and also remind me to keep going, and love life.

Do what you do, live your life the way you think is right, do the things you believe in, make things the way you think they should look, and send only messages you want sent.
People will hear them, and sometimes we are fortunate enough to hear back from them.

Indie for life,
cheers.

P.S.
This article is my outburst caused by stumbling on one of the communities (a website) that still believe in such things, we also have our priorities set in a similar way, so it really gave me fuel to go on.
Thank you Glow in the dark Magazine.

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