I’m not a graphic designer — don’t call me that.
Why are you calling me something that you don’t understand? How would you ever know what graphic design is to me? How could you ever have a clue if you never knew me, never spoke to me, never heard me, felt me, sensed me or cared to understand me? Why should you care anyway? It’s just me. I’m just me and I signed up to be a graphic designer — whoopdidoo!
Does that mean that I have to fit the title? Does that mean that I should accept to make your business card, your logo, your flyer and poster? I would if I wanted to; if I saw some value in it, I would. But listen, I can choose! I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do.
What do I want to do? I want to use graphic design as just the beginning of a new world; to use it as a tool to get you to see the light.
I am a helper, researcher, listener, communicator and an information architect. I organize your plan. I articulate your thoughts and I make them exactly what you want to say, but also with a visual voice.
I am not a graphic designer; I am what you never thought a graphic designer could be. I am who you are when you practice a passion for improvement. I am what your soul wants, but never cared to reveal.
I am not a graphic designer. I am not what you label me. I refuse to wear your badge and I refuse to fit your idea of a biased perception.
I have a gut like you do and I use it as my torch.
I design me; I design future and I design potential for change. I design as much as you do, but I practice it with a joyous spirit.
If this is your idea of a graphic designer, then by all means, call me that.
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