I’m sorta hating my recent works and I just realized I wish to make something… else. Not sure what it is yet, but I’m sorta excited for an artistic soul searching. I love drawing so much and I just wish to enjoy it more.
your work is sick! When did you start, and how did you?
Well, hello there. I might have started drawing when I was 4 years of age. And I haven’t stopped since.
Of course I didn’t take this seriously till I was about 9 years old, when I first joined a painting competition. I got 5th place for this is really crap, watercolor painting of a caterpillar. It’s still hanging on a wall at my old school.
One of the few books that I ever related to greatly was Looking For Alaska by John Green. Anyway, this song just reminds of the book. And not just because the word “Alaska” is in the chorus. It’s just that the feel of the song has the same emotional grip that took hold of me in a certain point in the book.
Sometimes when this song comes on shuffle, I remember that certain part in Looking For Alaska. And then I sometimes get weepy a bit. ;_;
No actual tears ever fell though. My heart is made of stone. It’s very sad. Too bad I can’t cry about it.
Ok, last night I dreamt that I was in a wake. Someone was dead fo sho, but I didn’t know who died nor do I remember seeing a casket. But it felt like I was in a wake, so it must have been a wake. But, whoever was dead he (or she or it) was very close to none other than George Takei.
I was in a wake in George Takei’s house. That much I eventually realized along with the fact that George Takei was in a shiny pink, kimono. And Mr. Takei’s eyes were puffy. He’d been crying. And he was cranky.
Somehow during the night, George Takei got totally pissed and freaked out. And he demanded everyone to leave his home. I, for some reason, was in shock and didn’t move even after the last guest exited George Takei’s Japanese-design inspired, front doors.
And, oh yeah, my youngest brother was there. And he was being annoying and all younger brother-y. He was touching George Tekai’s stuff and wandering the multiple rooms of his ginormous home. George was not pleased with my younger brother’s actions. Not at all. His face grew violent red and his nostrils flared.
Suddenly, I realized that I was holding a wand. Like in Harry Potter. And I knew I could do magic with it. But I felt that I shouldn’t out of respect to George Tekai. And then I looked at my brother and I saw him making his way towards the other room. I went after him with the intention to get him to leave George Tekai’s house with me before Mr. Tekai’s next outburst.
There was a large, white fire place in the next room. And on top was a large blurry painting and on the mantle were vague, ideas of knickknacks. I wasn’t able to identify any of the objects, all except one. There was a peanut-shaped, white figurine in the far right end.
It was smooth and looked like a Japanese version of a matryoshka doll and it looked ceramic and fragile. I remember it had slender yellow eyes painted on it. Then, I saw my brother reaching for it. But the mantle was too high for him to get at it. So he points a wand, similar to mine, at the white figure. And he starts to cast a spell.
He swished his wand around and it started to glow. Magically, the white figurine started to levitate a few centimeters above the mantle. But his magic was apparently too weak and juvenile and his spell wears off. The figurine than falls back to its place with a slight thud.
I look towards the door and I see George Takei standing there, very much displeased. I hear another thud, and I look back at my brother. He was persistently trying to obtain the white figure, which I then realized was a vessel that held the ashes of George Takei’s dead mother.
And with each failed attempt at obtaining that vessel, Mr.Tekai’s face grew more and more violent. I tried to mime to my brother to stop it. But he didn’t listen, and began to cast another levitation spell.
This time, it lasted longer and he was able to levitate the vessel, with George Takei’s mother’s ashes in it, off of the mantle. But, my brother’s magic was still very weak. And his spell wore off in mid air. And I watched in horror as the white vessel began to fall towards the unforgiving wooden floor of George Takei’s house.
And in a brief moment, the figure crashes into several pieces and puffs of thick, gray ash exploded out. It was horrible.
I look at my brother and I mimed frustrated hand gestures at him. But he didn’t seem to care. And I turn to George Takei, and I knew that he was beyond his limit of controlling his rage. He was about to burst like a red balloon filling up with too much air. He was going to pop and I knew it would be VERY unpleasant. And just before I could even attempt to apologize, he opens his mouth to scream.
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Come on, guys. It’ll be like your own personal TARDIS. Now who doesn’t want that? Traveling through time with a hot chick, Battling daleks, Running from Cybermen, zooming in and out of dimensions. Sighhhhh…
Oods still gross me out though. I don’t get how some people think they’re cute.
Anyway, I’m counting on you Whovians to please help me out. SCORE!!!
I'm a t-shirt designer from South Africa, and would like to ask something about your recent Threadless design that got printed - how did you make it print ready? I want to incorporate similar watercolor effects in my designs, but don't know how to give the artwork to the printers?
I'd really appreciate your help!
As far as I know, Threadless can print watercolor effects because of Simulated Process Printing. But, since WAR was only one color, I just filtered the whole artwork into a halftone. In the end I had a one-color image broken down into a bajillion dots. But if your watercolor effects are multiple colors, I believe you have to have them color separated into multiple artworks. Meaning multiple halftones. Threadless usually does that for the artists and maybe your printer can do that for you too.
Anyway, I’m no expert in printing. But I think that’s how it goes. Sorry I wasn’t much help.
I kinda wish we touched on printing in college a bit more. But my Production Methods class was pretty crap. I WANT TO EXPERIENCE WORKING IN A PRINT LAB! :(
I'm looking for some good Graphic Novel reads. Any suggestions?
I realized that I’m very into the whole comicbook culture, but I haven’t read enough to call my self an avid reader. So I’m looking for suggestions.
I do have a preference! Yey! Since I am a huge Tim Burton fan, I like dark and quirky books. I’ve read and loved Arkham Assylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth and Umbrella Academy and The Sandman. So if you can suggest books along those lines, it would be awesome.
Also I’d love some reads that highlight Batman villians. One of the reasons I liked Arkham Asylum was because it was mostly about the Batman villains. As much as I love Batman, I like the villains more.
Also, I’m currently reading Seven Soldiers of Victory and Y The Last Man. Catching up on some Fables as well.
“I like things that are handmade and I like to see people’s hand in the world, anywhere in the world; it doesn’t matter to me where it is. And in my own work, I do everything by hand. I don’t project or use anything mechanical, because even though I do spend a lot of time trying to perfect my line work and my hand, my hand will always be imperfect because it’s human. And I think it’s the part that’s off that’s interesting, that even if I’m doing really big letters and I spend a lot of time going over the line and over the line and trying to make it straight, I’ll never be able to make it straight. From a distance it might look straight, but when you get close up, you can always see the line waver. And I think that’s where the beauty is.”—Margaret Kilgallen