I was cleaning out files today and found this little nothing animation I had started last semester. It's simple and is nothing more than a first pass I am sure I did when I was frustrated and was supposed to do something else, but it's cute and really does remind me of me and also of everyone I know.

Yes, that was the word that popped in my head with an 'n' and then an 'i' with about that much space between.

I was thinking "creepy adults" at the time, but afterwards it's looking a lot like my entire immediate family. Hrm.

前と同じ。

I have a long-running affair with patterns. Or padderens, as my brother said as a little kid.

Anyway, Stage 1, obviously all from the same foot
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MaSoDaMo day 2 and 3. I didn't realize quite what I was getting myself into when I started this. I am putting down my tablet for a few days.

Honestly, this is mainly just an arguement that I need to get off my computer and paint and batik. While it's a useful exercise, um, it looks a tad too much like a photograph to justify the time put into it, especially at a smaller size. Note to self: keep it stylized on the compy.

You bitches better look at it full scale to see the detail.

"LeFou, I'm afraid I've been thinking."
"A dangerous pastime."
"I know."

In my first fundamental studio way back in the day we had a project where we had to look at a natural object and then take a color inventory of it, a proportional representation of all the colors. I liked this exercise. After a conversation today I thought about how over time the colors around you tend to change and I wanted to remember the colors in my life right now. Unlike in the original exercise I'm not aiming for actual accuracy - colors and their sizes will be determined by 1) what colors I see the most of, 2) which colors are most important, and 3) the colors that are the most memorable. I just need it to *seem* about right to me. I'm big on this whole seeming right business when it comes to color. Color theory drives me nuts because for some reason I don't want my understanding of color to have any academics behind it at all. Basic color theory is ok, mostly because it seems intuitive - it's the more advanced stuff that makes me cover my ears and go "Na na na na na!" I want to be able to keep acting on intuition and not have any learning get in the way. This is the opposite of how I am with everything else. I love Pause, but I will not take his Color & Light class. Some other time I will complain about my hatred for using cyan, yellow and magenta as primaries. Red, yellow, blue just feels right, even if it has no place in computing or printing.

Sometimes when my life is feeling a bit more out of my control than I would like I want to do detailed drawings where I just try to copy objects (or faces usually) as faithfully as possible. It's not about being expressive, it's about giving myself an academic task and doing it. Anyway, sometimes I get part of the way through it and I think, "Oh yeah, I don't do this more often because laying down value takes for fucking ever."

The first incarnation of this was some kid art done my younger cousin who didn't really understand how kids in college could actually live at school without coming home. The words are totally his creation. We thought it was ace and posted it on our door and it was a great catch phrase for months. Last year two years ago I reimagined it as a quick sharpie sketch on some scratch paper and always digged it even though I hadn't invested much into it, so here's it's new life.

This hobo kinda looks like Jesus for some reason.

No, no, not dead. I've just been busy. Today I finished a gigantic project. It went pretty well, but I've been in studio for 30 hours and I want to go home and get some sleep.

Ehh... I like the elements better than the whole. It looks like this image has some greater context that it goes in and I like that.

If I ever hosted an orgy for some reason, the invitations would totally look like this.

This revisited. I think it's done enough.

Again, in class and drawing + listening.

Along with pages of stuff not worth anything, but also this:



and this, inspired by the notorious Vanity Fair photoshoot.

OMG, something that is finished?? Yeah, actually. These are from way before, but I still dig them.

From my Peter Max booth design project (the grey areas were space for doors). I think it's a pretty convincing style imitation, but because it is just an imitation I can't really use it for anything. Ah well, that was the assignment.