When studying Interior Design, or any subject for that matter, you are continually shielded from the potential stresses, strains and pitfalls of reality. You are encased in a little protective bubble, where experimentation of your talents and aspirations are encouraged. You grow, develop and evolve as you fine-tune, sharpen and steadily gain levels of confidence that were previously non-existent.
You never think about ‘reality’ because, quite frankly, it’s too scary to contemplate.
Until one day, when fate comes a knockin’.
You find yourself faced with a golden opportunity that simultaneously petrifies and excites you beyond all belief. And even though you feel completely and utterly out of your depth, you push away the niggling self-doubt, take a few deep breaths (possibly assisted with a brown paper bag) and lunge yourself into a world of the unknown because you owe it to yourself.
And that’s exactly what I did.
I was approached a few weeks ago with a request to provide designs for the redesign of an apartment. And it wasn’t an assignment. It was an actual property. With actual walls. And a real life client.
This was it. All the studying, research, cramming, late nights, cursing and self-teaching of CAD software was (hopefully) going to be applied FOR REAL.
The client meeting came and went, with buzz words of ’retro’ and ‘contemporary classic’. And then I suddenly felt the pressure and burden of expectation as I set about pulling together a few design concepts.
I gleamed inspiration from local surroundings, architecture,
wine, industrial design, current trends and my creative instincts.
And I did it. I actually created 3 design concepts for a client (yes, I’m still trying to get my head around this). Now all I have to do is hope that tomorrow, the client is as equally enthused, inspired and excited by these as I am.
To be continued…