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lunch
As I was playing with some macro, I thought these were interesting to share… might make for a good photoshop brush or texture background.
Stuff like that. Cranking out, since my intercollege transfer application is due soon, thinking of new things to put in…
This was a graffiti project for my art class. Fun. I had the viva la evolution idea at the last moment.
See also my youtube video of the making
also, random …
One, I made a font in 3D with sketchup, with post editing in Illustrator and Photoshop. Kind of a pop modern-ness about it. The interesting thing (well, what I hope is interesting to know) is that each of the letters are in some form, the same as another letter, but a different side of the same shape. For example, the letter S is how is is, then the letter V rotated that shape, as the base of that pyramid (which shows as a triangle) is black. O is a form derived from P… try and see if you can catch them 
One more secret: the background is derived from a texture of grass (hard to believe, innit?)
Second of all, I made a stencil out of my extra electrical tape (I bought some for my bike, as I wrapped my handlebars in some new cork) by layering it across a board, then using the pirate bay stencil and cutting out the shapes (took just about forever)…
Also on an aside… I’ve been working on my landscape/grotesque sketching, so I’ve been drawing fingers, private parts, octopi, throw up, and this swamp scene… admittedly, it’s not all that impressive… but it’s progressive… I think.
See ya on the filli-pe side
like the blood inside her
quivering with passion
one look to another
she cannot trust her heart
to say what she means to say
she will introduce herself so quietly
her voice will not be heard
so she wears red
opaque and soild
hiding the blushes and
embarrassment of her thoughts
hiding them quickly
speak so she need not
and she wears red
her pale arms jerk sideways
quivering through her hair
her hands are cold
and her lips
and though she speaks otherwise
she cannot now as
suddenly, the zippers bulge and
hairs shoot out of her skull like
needles, her heart cannot handle as
her hands with fury, palms burn her face
she takes a moment
to crouch on the floor
places her hand on the cold floor
reminds herself
why she wears red
It was a 3:30 flight to las vegas
peeking out from the aisle
were the remains of a burka, or something like it
i saw her face, it was not beautiful
nor especially pleasing, like broken custard
a fake tan can do that to you, or something else
3:30 in the morning, drowsy overnight whirring
somebody’s headphones blasting
rhythmic static
she was holding something in her arms
it cried for attention
she fumbles with her hands
silver knife or, something shiny
i saw its face, it was not beautiful
nor especially pleasing, like broken custard
like, cut, but melted creamed glass
all the while; rhythmic static
szzst, szzst, szzst, szzst.
feet shuffled on an ocean of sounds
clanking, rolling noises of carts
bustling cans crackling
babies crawling, crying
why is there a cell phone ringing?
she fumbles with her hands the
silvery knife or, something shiny
she holds something in her arms the
ugly mess, broken and torn
seatbelt sign flickers on and off
ding ding ding ding ding ding ding
my eyes swim ahead to her aisle
feet shuffled on an ocean of sounds
the potato cried for attention as
it broke into sugary fragments
into the air
blasting ahead
over and under
her face turns in surprise
everything is silent as though
all air had been sucked out of the room
and everything slowed to a halt
_________________________
in retrospect
3:30 flight
might be all the lights fucking with my brain
who was that woman and what the fuck
were wrong with her hands?
she sunk her fingers into that potato
sensation, electricity jittering through as she
pushed deeper
did we talk?
always take sleep medicine before
getting on a plane… never during
why was that stewardess yelling at me
was i staring at potato girl’s breasts?
somebody called me that night… morning
she had… black, a black dress
long… nothing you’d wear on a plane
silky, like an ocean on the floor, of dark space
waiting to take you away
maybe that was just sleep
must be all the lights
lights blinking on and off and on
seatbelt on and seatbelts “okay”
jesus will you make a decision
my head is under an anvil
the rest of my body lost in a sea of black, noise
we went out to the bar
she was a journalist, or something
showed me her shiny pen, told me it was lucky
so… we talked… right?
we had drinks… i think…
and we had a little something to eat before heading…
to her house?
i had… a potato, with cream
what is it with potatoes?
she pushed her fingers through the potato
said something about… attraction
sensation of, pushing them through
feeling them break under pressure
sugary fragments around your fingers
breaking atoms, sending electric
down your fingers, arms and through your spine
what am i doing in las vegas?
It’s time I’ve started displaying this site’s potential. I’ll be revamping the website to integrate both my portfolio and start putting out more interesting stuff, organized by browse-able categories, for example: design related, music, interesting news, tech related, coding related, personal art, and so forth. I’m sacrificing a small amount of personality for a gain in a more newcomer friendly, open plan for a website.
Every day, new websites pop up from nowhere, constantly aggregating information. Expansion makes for a very interesting effect on the internet communities, as well as the physical communities that exist in real life. Virtual identity becomes intertwined with reality.
There are both benefits and drawbacks for artists from this active sharing of information. Beneficial, because it opens their audience to the world to expansive networks of people seeking creatives, and creatives looking for inspiration. But more and more it dawns on me that perhaps somewhere in the line, identity takes a toll. Creatives must try even harder to be more expansive, more selective with their work, as variation only causes the loss of personal identity. Yet it creates an entire new identity altogether.
Websites like Tumblr among other blog sites seem to enable people to blog about anything, compiling image and text in any way they want, without the character limits, and constructing their own personal identity based upon the art that they view and share. More and more I stumble upon websites that simply compile massive amounts of artwork. Most of it is “pop” art, seeing as that there really isn’t much traditional painting or traditional art being made, and it’s being driven to spread through the internet. I’ve seen the same artwork in several of these web compilations.
Lately, I’ve been doing a lot on web privacy and the creation of web communities based upon the sharing of information, so it’s caught my attention that there is so much happening, and the rate of how much is “happening” is increasing exponentially over time. It’s incredible how much information our minds are taking as we continue to absorb information from the world, as well as contribute and add to the amount of information there is on the web.
More after the jump
Disclaimer: you might be all TL;DR, but if you’re interested in this kind of stuff… uh… it might be interesting?
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