I have spent the last 2 days making a GIF. That’s about 16 hours making 16 second’s of what is essentially a moving image. I’ve been staring at the timeline in Photoshop for so long the images are ingrained in my eyeballs. It’s probably not been the most efficient way to make this GIF, but with so many components it was the only way I knew how.
Yet I don’t feel bitter towards it, instead feeling strangely proud of my labours. Others will probably glance at it and then continue their scrolling, but I’ll remember the hours of staring at that flashing sequence of images and the subsequent kind of mild epilepsy I inflicted upon myself to get it done.
It makes me wonder how many GIF’s I’ve scrolled past, oblivious to the blood, sweat and tears which someone poured into those few seconds of content. It’s a humbling realisation that there is immense craftsmanship in even the simplest of things all around us. I shall try to be more aware of it, as should you. The world might seem a little bit brighter.