The inevitable day has come and gone.Tears fallen and dried, but the well still stirs inside.Thank you to anyone that read my request for help and answered by donating to Florita's goFundme.Several costs were able to be covered.We're still in somewhat of a hole but its not as bad as it could be.
Y'all already know I did the program... No one could have done better than I. The people that saw I was stressed told me to give it to the church or funeral home to create.I said noooooooooooooo way! It was a minefield to cross though, helping managing the days events, speakers, and the ultimate food offering after (just me and my uncle, mom helped as she could given the situ). I also had to disconnect from Flo to complete my task, as if it were for a client's family member. Still, there was no way I wasn't going to do her program.
So... to list the creative & technical gist,I grabbed some tropical flowers from a Google search (thanks interwebs!) selected & isolated them with the tool underneath the magnetic lasso ( escapes me rt now), rotated, screwed... you get it.There's also the outer glow on the type which is Angelface (script) and Champagne & Limousines- shout out to the creators Mario Arturo & Lauren Thompson.Long/short, all imaging was done in Photoshop, the layout was done in Illustrator CS5 (my favorite dinosaur :). Take a look, names and info blurred for privacy.
Just in case you didn't know, which I just found out, some people love collecting funeral programs- yes, I'm puzzled too. I got 75 printed. Within one hour into the service, they were out. But! I received multiple compliments on the design, from those that know I did it. It wasn't about that, yet I have another notch of accomplishment. A person doesn't understand or know what she or he can endure until it's done. I didn't expect to have to do any of this, yet I endured like a solider (ppl that know me would say another branch, lol). Either way, I did it.
The words to a Rob Thomas song I know so well are the words I feel most at this time:
Well, this is it now/
Everybody get down/
This is all I can take/
THIS IS HOW A HEART BREAKS
Shattered, collapsed, vacuumed, pulverized. An intercontinental missile aimed and landing straight to my heart- and it's gone. In an blink, with a whisper. I cannot understand why, although I do know how. Still, it does not make sense. I think, "I just talked to her... We were just on Google Hangouts laughing, joking about family and my cat," and so on. And now it's OVER? No, no way. I get angry, sad, convinced that I'm dreaming while awake, snap out of it then I'm livid again.
Florita was my aunt, my mom's only sister and my Grandmother's youngest child. She had love and ambition bigger than the biggest super moon in the clearest sky. She helped me when no one else could or wanted to, encouraged all my professional skills, and told me I was HER HERO. Gotd*mn, she's gone.
Right now, my family and I asked all that can to help us give her the crossing over that she deserves. I have put a link to her memorial fund above. Please, if you know how it was to have a loved one, dear friend, any one you were sure would still be here snatched out of life into eternal midnight, please donate. Thank you kindly.
Part of being a Designer of any type is earning trust. Trust in your abilities/adaptiveness, initiative, your timeliness, dependability, and desire (I select projects that pique the esoteric or consumer curiosity in me, ya dig?).
I am very fortunate to have established these hallmarks with the proprietor of Sol A Ppetite. She has developed the most peregrine connection of African American soul and Puerto Rican dishes that will make you wordless. IT'S GOOD - can't talk it up enough!
I looked at her cards and asked if she wanted to revamp them a bit. The original cards were not bad, but because I ate her food, and knew just how over-the-counter great it was, I felt her food was not being underscored with her brand presentation at that time. In other words, I just wanted to help. She saw what I had done for fellow associate's cards and decided to give pop. a whirl.
Before & After
Long story shortened, our seamless cooperation led to me also creating her menus. I'm infatuated with grains and gradient treatment right now, however these projects really gave me leeway to use them.
I didn't create the logo, but it integrated ever so well with my ideas.
Everything that's happened since this "election" reminds me of some lyrics from Earth Song (Michael Jackson, 1995):
I used to dream/
I used to glance beyond the stars/
Now, I don't know where we are/
Although, I know/
We've drifted far
2017 seems to be the year that will usher in the period of un-dared damnation. The while in which fear will rule people who are scared of the sharing this planet with people who don't appear like or believe the same as them, when people will put "property rights" over nature and eventually make void the only home we and other living things have, with the rapturous exploitation of "resources" and ecological poisoning resulting.
How big and mal-fitted, the ego of humankind... Especially that ego of those of in Amerikkka at large. -Ask these scary people if they understand and are prepared to swallow the sword they'd like the rest of us to carry in our backs... The reply will likely be a renouncing no.