It’s back to work, and boy, isn’t that always an adjustment.
WHAT’S BEEN HAPPENING
1.
I tried to get as much as possible done for my exhibition at the end of the month, but it has been slow going. I sent the shortlisted images to event organisers and curators, but am yet to hear back from them about the selection and about other small details like captions. Not only that, late in the week, I learned that the venue for the exhibition needs to be changed. Despite coming up with the basic design framework, I didn’t manage to complete the design for the exhibition postcards and send them to the printer. Yep, quite frustrating.
In better news, Aarika sent me a new sample for the tote bag I had designed years ago. We are hoping to do a new batch of prints in 2025.
Purée Mag published my essay about street lettering in India.
I signed the paperwork and had a kick-off meeting of sorts for my big project this year. I can’t say anything about it for a few months, but if anyone’s reading this, please send me lots of luck.
2.
We had a couple of new folks join us at TypeTogether, one of whom will be working closely with me. A part of my week was spent in getting them set up and acclimatising both of us to new, collaborative ways of working. I also got myself back into the main TypeTogether project I’ll be involved in for most of the year, and finished up some writing for another project, coming to a close.
3.
I spent a few days alone at home with Amber traveling for work. I had hoped to go into deep work goblin mode, but that didn’t quite happen. My body and mind needed some slow and steady going, and I gave in.
4.
One of my Dad’s old friends was visiting from the UK, and despite a hectic schedule, I was able to go say hello to him when he came over to my parents’. It was a little thing, but it made me very happy. I still vividly remember the first time I met him. He had once accidentally left his digital watch at our house, and it made a loud beeping sound at the hour. My parents had tried and tried to turn the sound off as we were going to sleep, and when they couldn’t, my Dad buried the watch within heavy bedding that was stored in a large aluminium trunk. This happened over thirty years ago, but it is a memory that has just stuck with me.