Introduction
Here are the backgrounds that I made in Design. The part of doing the Narrative project in Design class which I valued the most was being able to create something out of thin air with little guidance, save for Ms. P giving us pointers on making the composition more interesting. It was also very comforting to be able to discuss and share this experience with fellow Design students. My friends and I would ask for each other’s feedback in regards to the illustrations.Story
Lost
“Don’t stress Vinnea, it’s fine! Walk through the scary woods all by yourself with no weapons!” The girl huffed, stepping over a fallen tree. “Do this for the experience! Let yourself learn about nature for once! Yeah, right.”She took another big step over a pile of sticks and leaves that could be identified to most residents of Ocelatia as a nest. To Vinnea, however, a more recent addition to Ocelatia, it was just another obstacle in her way to somewhere she didn’t want to go to.The autumn was always beautiful in the western side of Peanira, and Ocelatia was one of the more well-known vacation spots for those rich enough to flaunt their ability to travel to a lower-class region. Those kinds of people were often from the eastern side of America, and often from New York, where Vinnea had lived, in the lower-class regions surrounding the rich centres. She sniffed, briefly remembering how Deyre had dropped his jaw in awe of her relocation.
The application said “follow the trail until the pond on the left, then take a right and walk one hundred paces.” I did that, and the house isn’t here?! She groaned in frustration, and her face began sweating. She shook the thoughts out of her mind and set herself on the track of retracing her steps. Her breathing quickened, and Vinnea found herself getting more lost than not.
She grabbed at the trees around her as the feet beneath her moved as fast as the brush would let them. She grasped and clawed at passing trees, hoping they would shoot her forward, closer and closer to the edge of the woods, to the house, to anywhere that she knew how to navigate from. The trees seemed to loom in and tower over her, causing her breathing to become more rapid and her focus to falter. She felt her eyes burn as the tears started to fall. There was no 10-foot high concrete wall to climb up to avoid this. The trees now seemed to mock her.
“Vinnea can’t navigate…” They seemed to screech. “Vinnea doesn’t know anything about life outside of New York.” “She should’ve just stayed there, then she wouldn’t be such a burden to everyone in her new home… as if she’d ever had an old one to begin with…”
STOP IT she wanted to scream, but she knew that it would do no good. She was lost in the woods, alone, with a faulty map and no food. She slowed down her erratic sprinting and nearly collapsed in front of one of the big trees surrounded by the green stuff and bushes. The tears never stopped flowing.
Eventually, she sniffled and rubbed her eyes til they were red and raw, taking in a few last shuddering breaths before getting up slowly to keep walking. As soon as she had taken a step, however, she hears a twig snap somewhere to her left.
Her eyes darted up, lip quivering again.
“Who’s there?” She barely managed to croak out, wishing that in that moment she had never stood up.
“Ah, hello!” The voice sounded feminine and relieved. “It’s not every day you meet someone else in this forest! Do come help me, would you? I’ve been waiting all day for my dear friend Angeline’s daughter, Vinnea. Say, did you see her?” Vinnea’s heart palpitated and she started making her way through the bushes to find the voice.
“Mrs. Joyce?” She hesitated as she came in sight of the older woman on the path. She was wearing an ankle-length everyday dress with a orange shawl and a rather plain-looking hat. She looked well into her 60s, though her voice betrayed her soul to be much younger. Vinnea herself now felt inadequate, wearing only a knee-high skirt with a buttoned up frock above. The woman blinked, then broke into a smile.
“Ah! So you must be Vinnea then. Well! Good thing I ran into you before sundown.” She began to walk farther down the path, leaving Vinnea still standing in the bushes. “Do try and keep up, would you?” Vinnea blushed, dusted off her frock, and hurried to catch up with Mrs. Joyce. “I’m sorry about the map by the way, I forgot to send an updated version.” Vinnea stopped in her tracks and blinked in surprise as her eyebrows furrowed. Mrs. Joyce looked at her and broke into a laugh. “I moved last spring, the old house has surely been taken by the forest by now…” She turned back and continued making her way to the cottage.
Vinnea’s clouded mind cleared for the first time all day. Everything had started to make sense now. Pulling the paper with directions out of her frock, she crumpled it up into a ball and turned to continued to follow Mrs. Joyce down the trail.

Behind the scenes, we worked on our audio using Adobe Audition, where we added sound effects and ambient noises.
Illustrations

Because people like to know about the “behind the scenes” process, add an “impressive” screenshot of your Narrative 1 Website Headers Illustrator file and add a caption to explain what the image is about.
Design Media
Here are some examples of Macro (close-up) photography we did in Design class earlier this school year. Our assignment was to take photos of a variety of plants, animals, objects, etc. and catch the close-up details often missed at a first glance. I felt challenged during this project because I had to think of more creative ways to photograph something and think of more creative things to photograph in the first place. I greatly enjoyed this project, as it taught me how to effectively use my camera and find the exact right angles that I wanted. I also learned how to edit photos effectively using tools on Adobe Photoshop.

After creating these compilations, we worked on illustrating the creatures using a color palette chosen previously when illustrating the background. After we’d completed the animal illustration, we compiled it on top of the background we previously made.