I spent far too much of my time last night awake trying to quantify my feelings on this.
At first I was frustrated, like the majority, but the more I considered it all I realised my frustrations were really facing inward, with myself.
As I completed this I thought I’d crafted something unique, that was well produced, responded to the brief whilst carrying itself as a legitimate piece of work. I thought this would be the catalyst for personal progress but really I’ve come to realise I am just a grain of sand on the outer realm of a gigantic desert in a saharan storm.
It’s a wildly interesting learning process, back to the drawing board.