Wow. What a year.
It’s too difficult to sum up this vast amount of time spent on all these projects, ecpecially the picture book. However, crossing the finish line doesn’t feel as assuring as I thought it would be.
Ona and the Black Hole, the same Ona that first introduced herself to me last July, is now sitting on the shelf, of my degree show display, waiting to meet her audience. The book got printed back home, in my home town Klaipeda, by printers that my friend works with, they took a good care of the printing proccess. Sure, the colours went a lot darker than those I saw on the test prints, which took me a while to cope with, but taught me a good lesson not to take my badly calibrated shiny laptop screen for granted. Now my next financial goal (after the wedding and the Old English Sheepdog puppy) is to get myself an external
screen that could show me the real colours, like for real.
After all, I put in too much work into it not to be happy with the book just because of the colour palette turning to the dark side. Oh well.  Everything else, apart from that bit, turned out excellent, they even put on the matt lamination on the cover which gives it a nice feel.
Getting the book printed felt rather final for a moment, but then there was a whole world of loose sheets and bits of paper an sketchbooks to tame and put into nice little (or big) books of research. Oh, and the archive – even more beautiful set of books that sum up your creative process. I quite enjoyed making these, especially after spending that whole lotta dolla on stacks of fancy inkjet paper.
The most challenging and out-of-my-comfort-zone stage was the actual display that I had to design from scratch, or, from bare mdf boards that I had to paint, which told e a useful lesson to not try to save money on cheap paint. My mdf skins look rather crap, but I hope it’s just that little perfectionist screaming inside me to be heard. The good news is my work pops out quite well and distracts from all the drips and blobs of unwanted paint.
And so much mounting. There’s no blade sharp enough to keep my foamboads from getting destroyed by my impatient hands. The bright side of it is that my stuff mounted on a foamboard looks best it can and those out-of-reach 90 degree angles in the end look pretty sharp there. And my dear little Ona. Looks scared and beautiful screaming from that cover, just as I imagined her too.
The final moments felt quite heavy first but then suddenly the joy begins to kick in. I think.

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