Last month I graduated from the University of Ulster, Belfast in BDes (Hons) Design for Visual Communication. Including foundation and placement year, it’s been five years; a lot of work but a lot of fun too. It’s time to enter the real world now.
This has to be the most horrendous wake up call ever. An angry crow. An angry crow dancing on the fence. Look at the madness and evil in his eyes. What’s been the most awful wake up call for you? I’ve also had a few bad experiences with the flying alarm clock too.
I haven’t written here properly in such a long time. You probably feel like you don’t know me anymore. I’ll catch you up. I’m in final year now of Design for Visual Communication and we have just finished the third week.
Last year I was lucky to get a placement opportunity at Genesis advertising and I worked there for a year, finishing up the end of August. The time just flew in. I got to work and be involved in projects for First Trust Bank, Firmus Energy, PSNI, Spar, HSENI, Kestrel and Invest NI. The time flew in and I got to work with some really nice people. It was a great year. It’s not everyone from the company but you can see most of us in the photo below. I’m in the middle with the big beaming smile.
What else have I been up to? I did a sky dive, moved house, went shark diving, had a few hair cuts, appeared in an ad campaign, had The best party in a barn, visited Edinburgh, London and Dublin, took bollywood and hip hop dance classes, and I’m sure there’s been more happen too.
I’m going to start writing on here again more so prepare to see some more posts soon.
Had another cycling adventure today. It’s a great way to lift your spirits. Had my ipod on shuffle and enjoyed an eclectic mix of french glitch hop, indie, instrumental and singer/songwriter. I took these few pictures. I magically look about…8, maybe even 10 years younger than I am in that shot. Funny thing is I’m going out tonight and I probably won’t get ID’d. I possess a super age-shifting appearance power, clearly. This week I bought myself cycling gloves. Next week – a bell! I saw too many shocked pedestrian faces on the towpath today. Martina, the silent cyclist, will be no more.