4.28.2009
The Forbidden Mac Fruit
During a crit a couple weeks ago, a few of my classmates and I were sculpting with an old, kneaded eraser. Karen made a tree near her mac, so I requested her to make the garden of eden! here it is...
doodling
It's official. Last week, I accepted a design position for Hans Design. They found my work at the Ispace show in Chicago. It's really great that I don't have to worry about the whole after graduation job search thing and I'm really excited to start working for them in late May! I'll definitely miss school and all, but I can't wait to start my full-grown adult life! :)
I was on the phone with Bill, my new boss. My macbook and portable laptop desk (which is basically a broken, wooden shelf) were on my lap. I'm not much of a phone doodler, but for some reason I was inclined to drawing on my pseudo desk...
People say that doodles say something about personality. I read an article that says phone doodling is like a freudian slip. A person who draws big tends to be introverted and reserved, wanting to be more sociable subconsciously. Someone who draws small tends to be neat and organized. Geometric forms are masculine and shows someone who's practical and methodical in thinking. Floral forms show femininity. Trees suggest thinking in the past. I'm not sure if I'm convinced of these interpretations, but I'm intrigued.
Whenever I doodle, I usually draw organic, abstract forms that fit into each other somehow. They aren't supposed to represent anything, but when I was on the phone, I couldn't help but notice that they resembled fish...loads of nasty fish, being piled on top of each other. I'm not sure what that means, but it sure was entertaining for someone who's not crazy about phone conversations.
I was on the phone with Bill, my new boss. My macbook and portable laptop desk (which is basically a broken, wooden shelf) were on my lap. I'm not much of a phone doodler, but for some reason I was inclined to drawing on my pseudo desk...
People say that doodles say something about personality. I read an article that says phone doodling is like a freudian slip. A person who draws big tends to be introverted and reserved, wanting to be more sociable subconsciously. Someone who draws small tends to be neat and organized. Geometric forms are masculine and shows someone who's practical and methodical in thinking. Floral forms show femininity. Trees suggest thinking in the past. I'm not sure if I'm convinced of these interpretations, but I'm intrigued.
Whenever I doodle, I usually draw organic, abstract forms that fit into each other somehow. They aren't supposed to represent anything, but when I was on the phone, I couldn't help but notice that they resembled fish...loads of nasty fish, being piled on top of each other. I'm not sure what that means, but it sure was entertaining for someone who's not crazy about phone conversations.
4.27.2009
4.14.2009
News just in...my mom has gotten Facebook.
Should I friend her? Heck no, she's my mom! We had a very mature discussion about this. Mom was the first to say, "It'd be so awkward!"
So yes, we mutually agree that we cannot be facebook friends.
On another similar note, one of my uncle and one aunt has joined the fb cult and asked me to be their friends. Now I am just ignoring their requests. I'm not sure what can of worms this would open.
Should I friend her? Heck no, she's my mom! We had a very mature discussion about this. Mom was the first to say, "It'd be so awkward!"
So yes, we mutually agree that we cannot be facebook friends.
On another similar note, one of my uncle and one aunt has joined the fb cult and asked me to be their friends. Now I am just ignoring their requests. I'm not sure what can of worms this would open.
4.13.2009
4.06.2009
Juvenile Justice
My latest senior graphic design project is a poster series for the Annie Casey Foundation. After researching the facts, I realized that the U.S. juvenile system is messed up. A lot of kids are being locked-up and mistreated. I was inspired to do a "confinement" series, showing scenes of kids being constrained in different ways.
The slogan is "EDUCATE DON'T INCARCERATE."
It's been a struggle to find kids in the Chambana area since I'm not from here. At first I tried getting permission through Pam's school. They rejected the shoot, because it was too touchy of a subject. After calling a bunch of other schools, Leal Elementary, a more well-off school, responded.
Princial Landsman responded quickly to my emails. His school was perfect for my shoot. I needed a classroom, a playground with blacktop, and an urban scene. Leal had it all! When I got to the school, Principal Landsman kindly showed me around, provided me a ladder, found a classroom, and gathered great models. He had great artistic intuition and antipication. Without even being asked, he even found me a room that was small so I wouldn't have trouble setting up the yarn! The kids he chose were strangely natural at being photographed, even though none had experience with modeling.
Although it rained, hailed, and snowed today, the timing of the outdoor shoots were perfect. I only had to deal with clouds and light snow. After I told the principal, "Wow, your school is perfect for my shoot! You have everythign that I need!"
Principal Landsman replied, "It's like I could feel some outside energy working for you and this photoshoot."
After the shoot, I thought to myself, " The only way this day could get any more perfect is if the class I ditched today were canceled." I go home and get an email from my design history professor. The subject reads, CLASS CANCELED THIS WEEK. Man, I am overwhelmed with these blessings.
Anyway, enough blabbering for me. Here are some shots that were taken.
The slogan is "EDUCATE DON'T INCARCERATE."
It's been a struggle to find kids in the Chambana area since I'm not from here. At first I tried getting permission through Pam's school. They rejected the shoot, because it was too touchy of a subject. After calling a bunch of other schools, Leal Elementary, a more well-off school, responded.
Princial Landsman responded quickly to my emails. His school was perfect for my shoot. I needed a classroom, a playground with blacktop, and an urban scene. Leal had it all! When I got to the school, Principal Landsman kindly showed me around, provided me a ladder, found a classroom, and gathered great models. He had great artistic intuition and antipication. Without even being asked, he even found me a room that was small so I wouldn't have trouble setting up the yarn! The kids he chose were strangely natural at being photographed, even though none had experience with modeling.
Although it rained, hailed, and snowed today, the timing of the outdoor shoots were perfect. I only had to deal with clouds and light snow. After I told the principal, "Wow, your school is perfect for my shoot! You have everythign that I need!"
Principal Landsman replied, "It's like I could feel some outside energy working for you and this photoshoot."
After the shoot, I thought to myself, " The only way this day could get any more perfect is if the class I ditched today were canceled." I go home and get an email from my design history professor. The subject reads, CLASS CANCELED THIS WEEK. Man, I am overwhelmed with these blessings.
Anyway, enough blabbering for me. Here are some shots that were taken.
4.04.2009
Tactfilled
About a year ago, I received this pen from Japan. A friend gave it to me on my 22nd birthday. Ever since then, it's been my most trusted and favorite pen. Writing with it was pretty much like writing with butter.
Everyday, I'd be drawing happily in my sketchbook, minding my own business and enjoying my wonderful, buttery pen.
Then, a couple of months ago, I made the mistake of letting one of my classmates borrow it. I didn't even remember who it was until today.
When I was sitting in class, this afternoon, I turned to my right and found my beloved pen in the hands of a semi-aquaintence/friend. My gut told me to grab the pen out of her hands, but somehow I caught myself saying, "Hey where did you get that pen?"
"Oh...probably from home."
"I HAVE THAT PEN! I GOT IT FROM JAPAN!"
[Semi-aquintence/friend looks at pen]
"Hmm...yeah, this pen is probably from Japan."
The end.
I didn't want to call her out on stealing my pen by accident, so I made the mistake of the overly passive attempt to reclaim my property. The rest of the class period, I couldn't bare to see her use up my dear pen's ink.
Everyday, I'd be drawing happily in my sketchbook, minding my own business and enjoying my wonderful, buttery pen.
Then, a couple of months ago, I made the mistake of letting one of my classmates borrow it. I didn't even remember who it was until today.
When I was sitting in class, this afternoon, I turned to my right and found my beloved pen in the hands of a semi-aquaintence/friend. My gut told me to grab the pen out of her hands, but somehow I caught myself saying, "Hey where did you get that pen?"
"Oh...probably from home."
"I HAVE THAT PEN! I GOT IT FROM JAPAN!"
[Semi-aquintence/friend looks at pen]
"Hmm...yeah, this pen is probably from Japan."
The end.
I didn't want to call her out on stealing my pen by accident, so I made the mistake of the overly passive attempt to reclaim my property. The rest of the class period, I couldn't bare to see her use up my dear pen's ink.
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This inspires me to make work that is both informative and uplifting. Political propoganda doesn't always have to take a negative spin to be effective.
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