Rain is rare in Colorado. Naturally, this meant mandatory puddle jumping for the local kids. Spring’s traditional three o’clock thunderstorm rolled around just in time for school’s release and sent the children home soaking wet—a daily ritual the weather practiced through mid-July. My mother swore that God had a personal vendetta against her every time my brother and I submerged the kitchen floor under piles of sopping shoes and coats. We, on the other hand, enjoyed every raindrop.
It was rain. We needed it. We loved it.
Rain was the stuff that greened the grass in the summer and made hot July and August much more bearable in the arid climate. Stormy skies over Pikes Peak and the foothills meant thunder and lightning—a show not to be missed. Rain meant gutter flooding and Popsicle boat racing. Rain meant mud. Mud meant fun. Mud made my mother crazy.
When the storms grew too vicious, my brother and I had to stay inside. The weather forced us to find new forms of entertainment. On those gloomy afternoons, my mother would hand us scrap paper and paintbrushes to keep us occupied. One summer, she lugged home a roll of butcher paper especially for the stormy afternoon. Every day she would trace my silhouette and I would dress my paper likeness in different costumes. By the end of August, colorful, paper silhouettes plastered the basement walls and we needed a new medium.
That was the best summer.
After that, every year I beg for art supplies and reviled in the thought of new pens and pencils. There is no doubt that I owe my creative interest to those rainy afternoons. They may have been rare, but in the summer, like clockwork, the thunder would roll over the mountains, and I would roll out the art supplies.
The rain inspired me to create. Yet, I desired something more challenging than brushing paint onto a canvas. I began to look for other creative outlets. As I grew older, I developed an interest in architecture and design. I wanted to know more about construction, so I took drafting in high school, an activity that encouraged me to pursue structural design in
Architecture Studio Pin up and Review Spring 2011
college. Now, as an architecture student, I have found a wonderful combination of a creative and intellectual outlet.
What I was unaware of at the time of my admittance, is that every aspect of the major called for thoughtfully planned design. Students are required to not only create structures and understand their inner workings, but they must present them in a beautiful manner. Not just the building design is important to the final project, but the presentation style, the colors, and the text is crucial—especially the text.
If there is one thing that I have discovered during my schooling, it is
the beauty of Typography. Words are a vital component to not only the design world, but to every profession. Text is everywhere. From road signs to magazines, every font size and graphic lettering adds emotion to readable communication.Text is design, and an important design at that. Typography has given us the ability
Potter Street sign. Eugene, Oregon
to communicate sentiments, feeling, and ideas with just its aesthetic appeal. The craft’s shift from print to digital has allowed not only typesetters to control the forms text take, but others who dabble in the art of text use as well. Typography is truly something that all people see on a daily basis. Thus, it is surprising how little people understand or even know about it.
I knew very little about the subject when I first encountered it. However, on some small level I have begun to remedy my ignorance on the subject. With this in mind, I can honestly say I appreciate Oregon’s weather because all those rainy days are good for appreciating Typography.