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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

alpha 2.0 the making of

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

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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click to enlarge it! just drew it today :]

bah!

THE NIGHT BEFORE
I was being chased by someone, maybe an ally or maybe enemies, but being chased nonetheless. I met a friend at an auditorium, a giant, opera house sized auditorium with industrial pipes and staircases and the hallways curved around the back where the seats were. For some reason, I had apparently been taking dance lessons from a girl friend of mine who taught me a dance in a specific time signature, so as a hint to my allies who might have also been chasing me, I told her that this time, I was dancing at a new time signature and that, I told her, was specifically what she needed to know. I wake.

THIS NIGHT
Is a continuance of the chase. There are gunshots and disease. I meet a group of allies, with one of the females injured and have some sort of fatal disease. We are at the bottom level of a museum, or school, in the dining room, where we lay her on a table so she can be examined. It’s too late to run further away, so we take her and carry her to the second floor, where we somehow find safety for a little while, but the woman dies regardless. I wake.

I return. Suddenly I am back at my old home, resting on the living room floor as we talk about something. The house is somber, however, because that woman who had died is now a child in this new chapter. That child, which is also my parent’s child, making her my little sister. After some sort of quarrel my father leaves for the funeral, as I sit here. I suddenly feel the urge to go see her again, before she is buried or cremated, but my dad has already left and I feel very sad inside.

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE NIGHT BEFORE
I had picked up a guitar, which the strap was too tight around my neck, but I somehow managed to play. I had climbed up onto a stage where Taylor Swift was getting ready for a concert. There were hundreds of audience members. She said to me, “Hugh, you don’t play the guitar!” And all I did was start playing, as suddenly where my hand was on the guitar was unimportant, and the guitar began playing itself. I woke.

BACK TO THIS NIGHT, AFTER THE FUNERAL
I picked up a guitar, a very special guitar that uses a synthesizer to play the notes, (specifically, the DG-10 by Casio). I began to play as again, the guitar played itself, but I could see my hands playing the notes, without being limited by any physical speed limits but my own mental rationality. My dad comes home in a slightly wet grey shirt (suggested tears) and I ask him how it was. ‘It was okay’ he says as he looks at me and we all appreciate life a little more. I wake.

I’m thinking of taking film classes or journalism next semester if I can.  I’m beginning to understand what I love about my current major, and why I chose it:  I chose urban planning for its relation to architecture, sure, but I think I chose it for something more.  It’s an obscure direction.  It’s an insider job, which no one sees, but affects everyone.  It brings to light the importance of community, and collaboration of people to work for the betterment of society.

Then if I take what is important to me, I realize I’m more in love with the idea of it all.  I’m in love with the idea of exposing and showing the small people, and bringing it closer to the world.  I’m in love with the candymakers, inventors, glass-blowers, shoemakers, and all the people who make the small things not because it makes a profit for them necessarily, but because they love their jobs.

I want to be in love with my job too, but I realize with the skills I have now, such as photography, design, and the variety of other hobbies I have, I feel like I could be a good documentarist of those people who are passionate about their work, their life as an artist (we all are) and more.

I want to be as passionate about my work as they are to theirs.  Somehow, I hope I’ll find it being passionate about them.

What does Gordon Freeman (yes it’s misspelled) have to do with all of this? Nothing really… just felt like drawing that in ms paint for mac just cause I can.  It’s really bad xD