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I graduated from Florida Southern College, home of the Frank Lloyd Wright Architectural Design wonder of the world. I studied my first year at FSC as a Pre-Med major, a Communications Minoe. As a freshman, I started on the FSC Moc's Women's Soccer Team on a full ride to play soccer. After a grueling and sleep deprived first year, I decided my heart wasn't into the medical field as I had thought. Although my grades a surviving with A's and B's (which really weren't good by Pre-Med standards), my heart just wasn't into it. I decided to follow my love and passion for art. I changed my major the second I walked through the Fine Arts Department. From that day on, art (along side surfing) became the staple of who I am. I was lucky enough in the three years of my art major to take all my design classes from one of the most highly respected designers in the business, Robert Recht. (Who will be referred to as Bobert from here on) Bobert was the most unique, strange, and brilliant breed of human blended into a human design smoothie, I have ever seen. Fortunately for me, he was also the most brutally honest teacher/person I have ever met. I was pretty sure he hated me for the first year, as he told me to burn my trashy art work. I was in design hell, bending my eyes to see negative space, balanced positive space and unbalance black space, and things that I have never before thought had anything to do with design. Like the smell of fish throw up (??? yeah my thoughts exactly). And you better believe that if Bobert didn't like your work, you would be asked to leave class to burn your work outside, in the "fire pit"so everyone could see, as our department was a fish bowl, glass windows so everyone could watch! My fellow college designer/best bud, Liesel Brooks, and I would work around the clock to perfect the Bobert technique. We would hide from security and stay up for nights after the lab was locked up working away. If I wasn't out of the state playing ball, at practice running for two hours straight, or doing crazy design homework, I WAS in the graphics lab either crying, or bursting with excitement. All depending on the "VERTICT" on our work from Bobert! He taught the lesson and then closed the floor to questions. We were to explore any answers to the questions we had. Research, until we were blue in the face to find a way to a design problem. Then only if we had research papers to submit to him showing our research were we allowed a question, maybe. YEP...I cursed Bobert, but totally respected him at the same time. It's all thanks to him that I am a designer. And to no credit of my own, when I got out of college I knew worlds more then my fellow design professionals, and had more experience by the time I got out of college then most did while working in the profession for years. BOBERT KICKED MY A** everyday for three years in the graphics lab! I have had the extreme pleasure to work amazing companies such as Eastern Surf Magazine, Women's Surf Style Magazine, Addison Fitzgerald Studios, Trokia, Red Cross, State of Florida, and several design companies around the world! I credit BOBERT for my success, and for always finding the fear in me to be the best designer I can be. And for all those years of head bashing, I think it's time I let you know BOBERT, that I called you Rectum behind your back. ha. |