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Method Design

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Little did I know that when I embarked upon the journey to research and produce a series of magazines about disabled people, or people with disabilities that it would be such a hard ad rocky road. For a semester, I dealt with all the ills and ails the afflict human beings, delving deep into body, mind and senses. At times, I was actually scared to leave the house for fear that I might suddenly find myself struck by random bouts of schizophrenia, colour-blindness, brittle bones…

When I design, it has to be real to me, so, akin to a method actor, I enjoy immersing myself in the subject at hand, until it all makes sense to me and I can feel the connection to what I'm doing. In this case, it was a dangerous road to take, as by the end of it, I did feel like I was carrying the weight of all affliction on my shoulders, without being able to block them off.

The results presented here are two of a series of five magazines, not quite done, from what I feel. But I have been granted a respite and will be continuing this series next term. So this one must fall under more to come!








— Pages


— Cover for the current Magazines

The aim, by the way, was to show the world from the perspective of those with disabilities, without painting it black. It was written in German, and some work.

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