My name is Jennifer Wright and as a kid I grew up in my Dad’s off-set/silkscreen print shop. Spending afternoons and summers at the shop I found a love for design knew what it was called. I would use my spare time no craft projects from stationary to t-shirt designs. When I entered collage initially I was a pre-med biology major. I quickly realized this was not what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. In the search for my new majog I took a photography class and soon felt at home felt at home. I Switched schools quickly and took a class in Adobe Photo Shop and fell in love. I also met Professor Dixie Allen who encouraged me to pursue graphic design. I had not known this was the name of what I use to do for fun in my father’s print shop.
I enjoy researching color physiology in my free time. I can spend hours loosing my self on stock photography sites. My mom was my dad’s graphic designer and she instilled a love for typography in my. I enjoy surfing font sites looking for cool new fonts. I also find pleasure in knowing the fonts used in projects I find on the web, in print, or in television commercials. I enjoy wondering Target or the grocer’s aisles finding inspiration in the product packaging on the shelves. When on these outings or out with friends if I see something inspiring I take a photo with my iPhone. This could be anything from the color palette of a shirt, a design in a window, a logo on a building, or the cover of a book.
I’m not a complete design geek. I enjoy mining the internet for new music, dancing, reading, sewing, knitting, baking, and spending time with Loralie my cat and laughing with my friends.
I named my portfolio site after my cat; Loralie (LOR-a-lie). She is a diluted tortoiseshell with white (in laymen's terms it means that she is gray with peach and white). Loralie is an American short hair that's one generation away from the ally. She enjoys playing fetch, loves to give cuddles, and is quite the scraper when defending her turf. Her name comes from Germanic folklore; the Lorelie, whose singing would lure men to their destruction from a rocky cliff on the Rhine River.

