Oh yeah, I’ve also been busting my ass with FYI21:
Inside looking out. Text message courtesy of textsfromlastnight.com Come on, it’s not like I’m the alcoholic who comes up with this shit. My drunken witticisms are much clever.
Inside looking out.
THREAD AND PAPER-HANCE.
And on an unrelated note, here’s some pen and ink work I’ve done.
(That’s right, I’m uploading this stuff all in one shot. So DEAL)
The white frame is incredibly distracting, yes I know this. Once finals are all over and my life calms the fuck down, I plan to fix it. Don’t you worry.
And this is how I almost killed myself. Hand-drawn exploded view of a Rollicord TLR camera.
This drawing officially makes me king of pen and ink.
Wanna know how I did it with out a computer? LOTS OF TRACING PAPER. I think I single handedly slaughtered a small nature reserve with all the tracing paper I used (and recycled!!!) I’ll plant some trees later to make up for it.
For my independent study, with the lovely Oren Sherman I’m exploring nightlife along with drug alcohol and sexual abuse.
Here is a few pieces still in working stage. Finished ones will come later on.
As mentioned before, they’re all kind of in a rough digital stage. Next step is to print them out and start working by hand.
I have two pieces completely finished. When I finish more, pictures will come up….Not entirely sure why wordpress made all these odd sizes. But I’m not up to speed with how to fix shit like that…so DEAL!
Hello all. I’ve been MIA for couple of days and it’s been wonderful. I was in Baltimore with the love of my life (if you are just dying from curiosity). But now, it’s time for some serious biznass:
This is my current sketchbook. It is almost filled with my ever flowing stream of mind vomit.
^First page. (Not an accurate representation of my skillz)
I’m very much in love with Audrey Kawasaki’s work. In fact, I may go so far as to say that I’m in love with Audrey Kawasaki.
These are my notes from my summer class: After Hollywood, a history of films from the late 60’s to 70’s. I’m not a very efficient note taker.
I saw this little old lady on the Fox Point trolly. She ugged in the ugly.
Well my dearly devoted three internet fans, that is all I’ll expose today. More to come later.
I refuse to apologize for the awful warm lighting. These photos were taken in my apartment in Providence. I’m pretty sure the paint on the walls is the same color they used to paint the yellow lines on the road with. And I have awful yellow lighting in there as well. I’m praying all this warm lighting hasn’t damaged my ability to see cool colors. But then again, I’ve been getting along fairly well with partial dichromatism.
For those keeping score at home dichromatism is defined by the Oxford English Dictionary as:
dichromatism |dīˈkrōməˌtizəm|noun1 (typically in an animal species) the occurrence of two different kinds of coloring.2 color-blindness in which only two of the three primary colors can be discerned.DERIVATIVESdichromatic |ˌdīkrōˈmatik| |ˈdaɪkrəˈmødɪk| |ˈdaɪkroʊˈmødɪk||dʌɪkrə(ʊ)ˈmatɪk| adjective