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Busy slides don’t make you look clever
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“I’m sorry about this busy slide.” We’ve all heard it. Some of us have even said it. But here’s the thing: If your audience can’t read it, it isn’t helping them. And if it isn’t helping them, it’s not doing its job. 💡 ONE IDEA WELLClarity isn’t about dumbing things down. Busy slides don’t make you look clever. Even the most complex ideas can be delivered with clarity - if you design with your audience in mind. One of the most infamous slides in presentation history is this one: So tangled. So dense. So impossible to digest in real time. 🧰 LESS MESS, MORE MESSAGEHere’s one fix to try next time: 🧼 One idea per slide. Let your voice carry the rest. Strip everything else away. If you must show complexity:
🧭 ASK YOURSELF THISWhat do I want them to notice first? If everything’s important, nothing stands out. Know someone still cramming everything onto one slide? |
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