Don’t Forget, Forever Save


I am an avid believer that when you create work there are no bad ideas. In design especially one will come up (usually) with numerous ideas for the same project, maybe 30 different illustrations for a logo, 10 different suggestions for a book design, and 17 different ways to create a package. Often times people will have all these ideas then go with one.

How many different ideas have been left in the dust?

Are this ideas valid for any other purpose?


One never knows when an old idea could be helpful again. Perhaps the 8th version of a logo you created in 2007 might be helpful in a package design in 2013. You never know. This is why I believe that one should save everything. Keep the older versions of projects, keep the sketches, don’t trash any of it.

Since you have already worked on the piece in the past that knowledge is stored somewhere in your brain. When coming up with a new idea there might be a click, “oh, oh, oh, where are those logo sketches for that small restaurant?” But without the actual files or physical documentation you might not be able to connect the ideas together solidly. It will be like the word that is on the tip of your tongue.


I have had the unfortunate privilege of loosing friendships in my life. Certain times relationships have fallen through because of a small mishap or even relocating to a different area. Lately I have started back on some of those old roads rekindling fires that have once gone out.

She was my best friend, in my life for 11 years. But something tore us apart. I didn’t talk to her at all. Her phone number was deleted and our friendship was effectively washed away in both the physical and digital world. A woman that meant the world to me I could no longer talk to, just remember what we had.

Upon a visit back to Wisconsin I decided to gather a few twigs and see if I could start a small flame. We talked. There was a glimmer of hope. It turned into getting lunch the next day. In which case it wasn’t awkward. There was potential for silence and just reminiscing of past situations. However it was actually progressive. It was strange to realize how much had changed in the 4 years we hadn’t been friends.

There was a long time in my life that I regretted our put out fire. I was frustrated with our relationship change and I just wanted it back. I have come to realize it is never something I can get back. It was a relationship. Now we are started down a new one. But even in that time we didn’t completely destroy the opportunity for a fire.

I almost feel as if it is like keeping sketches or ideas for design. Our friendship was full previously but it wasn’t right for the project. Upon numerous years later and because of new influences the relationship could start to exist again. It isn’t the same, but it doesn’t need to be. The project has changed, we have changed, there is now opportunity for it to develop into something new.

Horse A Piece

When traveling to different areas, whether that be in the state, country, or continent there is always a different in speech. There are numerous different ways to word the same thing. An instance I came across recently was Tic Tac Toe. In other countries it is called by other names. (For other information please reference a RadioLab Podcast Mapping Tic Tac Toe-dom or my commentary on the Podcast here.)

While I was younger my family and I would go out to eat every Saturday. We would have to decide where we were eating hopefully before leaving the house. In some instances we would decide while driving (usually because I had objected to every restaurant someone had suggested).

Once the restaurant is decided there is the discussion of which way shall we go to get there. This discussion usually comes up when traveling to Perkins. The only Perkins in our area is on the other side of a lake/river (depending on where you are). This then involves driving around it on the south side or the north side.

My dad would be driving and we would get near the stoplight where we would have to choose which direction to go, dad would ask, “Which way do you want to go?” Generally my sibling or I would reply, “It’s a horse a piece.”

This phrase has been common in my family forever. I have heard it since I was little and it is easily understandable. But since I have moved to Iowa for college I have started to notice that everyone is confused when I say it. I will often here “six of one half dozen of the other” coming from people instead. This phrase is completely lost by me, I understand it but can never remember the correct words or how they are organized in the phrase.

I guess it is a horse a piece either way.

Daily Designer Fact: coral toenail paint & white sandals, pink sparkly fingernail paint


During the opening reception today there was an awards ceremony. President David Maxwell was there to present the 9 juror awards as well as a Provost Purchase award. Names started being called, many were fine art majors as it normally goes. Then all of a sudden Prez. Maxwell started a name then stopped. This brief stutter made me think I had heard the beginning of an M name.

Could that have been me?

He started again, this time continuing on to announce that Molly Bochanyin & Stephanie Werning had won an award in the graphic design category for our Hamlet Playbill & Poster. I was completely stunned! Of course I had hoped to get an award but never did I actually expect someone would see my work worthy enough to achieve one. Let alone it is also a shock to see an award for my Graphic Design work. It isn’t often that people enjoy my design work THAT much to select it above others. Generally it is just a mix of the average.

Stephanie and I walked up and got our award from Prez. Maxwell and his wife, shaking both of their hands. By the time I got back to my friends I was still completely surprised. Somewhere between announcing the rest of the awards and announcing the Provost Purchase Award (Props to Sandi!!) I started crying.

I was thrilled beyond belief to have the honor. It was so unexpected. It was great to have my girls there in support as well. They asked if I knew it was going to happen and I definitely replied that I had no idea! As if getting my work in the show wasn’t enough of an achievement this is like three times the amount of frosting that goes on a usual cake, and it is even orange – my favorite color!

To top it all off:

105 artworks were submitted (4 of which were mine)
35 artworks were selected {33% | submitted} (2 of which were mine)
9 artworks got juror awards [25% | accepted] {8% | submitted}(1 of which was mine)
and 1 got the provost purchase award [2% of accepted] {.9% | submitted}


Often times people will ask you about your greatest achievement. Yesterday during a mock interview with AIGA Iowa I was asked such a question. At the time I was cut off and didn’t get a chance to answer, but ever since I have been thinking about it.

For most of high school life and beyond I have had the same greatest achievement. This was my track success. During my sophomore year I got my best personal record and during my junior year I went to state. These two accomplishments in themselves have been the most moving thing in my life. Up until today.

Today is the change of accomplishments. A few weeks ago I entered four of my art pieces into the 41st Annual Juried Student Show at Drake University. I had hopes that maybe this year one of my pieces would get selected. Well surprise, surprise not one but two of my pieces were selected. The opening for the show… is today.

It is approximately 38 minutes till the show opens and I cannot feel anything other than excitement. I have never had my work shown on this level before. Sometimes there are achievements that you stumble upon, such as having my art shown because the professor planned all of the work to be shown. Other achievements you have to earn, such as this one. The juror had no idea who I was or what I am like in class. She still selected my work as one that everyone else should see. What an honor.

So today I celebrate my new greatest achievement. And I urge you to come help me celebrate this achievement at the show or just by coming to view my work in the Anderson Gallery sometime before the exhibit closes at the end of March. I never thought I would replace the love and passion of my track achievement, but I guess it truly shows my priorities are now focused more on my career rather than my hobbies.

power of words

Photo inspiration

found: in Orion Magazine, March-April 2012
article: Upping the Stakes by Derrick Jensen

I found this photo while looking through my professor’s magazine today. I was struck by the idea that “the pen is mightier than the sword.” I thought it was an interesting take replacing a pen with a bullet, fighting isn’t always the best solution.

the body

I was researching a project for my independent study and stumbled up on a link. H&M, the clothing store, often uses digital models online. I was completely thrown about this. The other aspect is that they use the heads of real people. So they are combining the body of digital women with the heads of real women to advertise online.

How strange? What does this say? It isn’t necessary to always see clothes on models when purchasing but yet they seem to be stressing this idea. I am thrown in this topic. I think I might need to process the information a bit more and see what else comes to mind.






Ever since I have been little there has always been Coke around. My mother has always had multiple Coke’s during the day. During my chaotic life as dancer, hockey player, and student we often didn’t have time for a “traditional” dinner. Often times we spend time at fast food restaurants as a lot of time was spent in the car. Along the road I followed in my mother’s footsteps in loving Coke.

In 2005 I caved on my traditional love. I started falling for the idea of mtn. dew. For about 4 years I stuck with this awful idea. Until I started to realize that it tastes horrible.

Since then I have gone back to my one true love, Coca-Cola. I am most definitely a Coke addict. But in the best possible way. An ice cold Coke is the only way to go. “Ahhh.”

churning stomach

When it comes to guys, one can have butterflies or be tongue tied. For me there is a strange thing I have started to noticed. My stomach goes crazy, but not in the normal butterflies way.

During my Christmas break I went a date. This would have been the first date in … hmm 4 years. Naturally I would be nervous, all the things of what to do and what not to do on a first date were running through my head. What do I wear? All the crazy girl things.

The date ended up going well and turned into more of a hang out session. I had spent about five hours with him before I needed to go to dinner with my family. This is where it gets strange.

[On a day to day basis I tend to eat a lot of food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, then a later dinner and lots of snacking in between.]

However when I went to dinner the idea of food wasn’t thrilling. I couldn’t get myself to order a full meal because I knew I wouldn’t eat it. So instead I got an appetizer salad and mac & cheese. With my father at my side I knew that if I couldn’t finish something he could.

The salad came, I could barely eat it. I didn’t even eat half. My mac and cheese showed up with everyone else’s meal. I ate a total of maybe 10 noodles before I gave up. My stomach was churning the whole time I was at dinner, for no specific reason.

After dinner I ended up spending time with my date from earlier. I went over and told him how my stomach was crazy during dinner and how I couldn’t eat. But while I was talking about it I noticed that my stomach was fine. It didn’t act up at all for the rest of the night.

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Later I started to consider my stomach churning. I remembered this previously happening with a boyfriend or fling. For me my “butterflies” exist when I am not with the person. It is a strange change from the norm. I am not sure that I appreciate it. But yet it is a way of letting me know that I cared about someone. I can’t say I look forward to my next romantic encounter and the churning stomach I’ll have when I am not with them.

Daily Designer Fact: gold toenail paint.


It is funny how one can find memories in the strangest locations.

Home | Maine, WI

After my mother got re-married my step father started to redo the basement. Instead of an open space he created a bedroom for my sister and I as well as a bathroom. This was around 2004-2005. We (my sister and I) were involved with certain decisions, such as paint colors. While the bathroom was under construction there was the selection of what tile. We chose a white tile with small blue diamond shapes to match the blue on the wall. My step dad even put a heating system underneath the cold tile floor.

Star Bar | Des Moines, IA

The photo above I recently took while at Star Bar in Des Moines. The floor of the women’s bathroom. It is the exact same flooring in our bathroom at home besides the black grout (ours was white).

Strange that the grout gave the floor a completely different feeling. Besides that it isn’t as pretty/clean as the floor at home. The white grout and it’s ability to match the white squares made it blend, creating smoother/cleaner lines. The black grout makes it look dirty. Yet there was still a feeling of excitement, but I wouldn’t walk around on that floor barefoot.