From the tiny little division of Flashback Friday known as "RISD's Class of 1987", here is a project from Freshman year, second semester (I was 18 years old). This assignment was for Three-Dimensional Design, or as we called it: "3-D". We broke off into groups of 3, and had to assess the problems of a well-trafficked place on campus, The Snack Pit. The next part of this project was to work individually on re-designing the space, addressing all of the issues and making the space 'work'. (This really could have been a reality show on Bravo.)
I worked with Lauren (who went by "Laurie" at that time), who was also to become an Illustration major, and with Kara, who went on to study Architecture. (Lauren and I attended high school together as well, and my favorite memory of her from high school happened one day when the electricity went out. I found her in the art room, painting a very Gothic scene -- Gothic, not Goth -- by the light of candles and candleabras she had arranged. Too funny.)
Our original idea in establishing what The Snack Pit's problems were was to make a presentation using photos. But when the film wasn't going to be developed in time, and with the deadline fast-approaching, we had to make a radical change in plans. So: we went with a comic book format, which was a much better idea, and made for a much clearer presentation. (We made a copy for everyone in class.)
You can click on these pages to see them larger.
We had a lot of fun working on this together, in the way that doing things last minute, under-the-gun, and while being realllly punchy can be kind of hysterical and inside-joke-making.
Below are the photos that got developed after the fact. BUT they serve to give credence to our assertions.
Above: "Artwork" on the walls. Oddly, I like it now. Looks like cave paintings.
Above: Pokey-Hurty things hanging from ceilings: Lotza confusing signage...
Above: Mmmm, grub; Meat on a piece of wood; Me being silly. ("I love the rose, that you held in your teeth, love, with the thorns underneath, love, sticking into your gums, bah-dum-dum-dum...")
I will never forget the comment the teacher made to me after my presentation of the re-worked space.
I still wince when thinking about it.
She said, "You should not be so cavalier about your fire exits."
** Fellow RISD Alum Dave Lowe's Flashback! **