Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
oh man this post has length get excited
i made some repeat patterns for an illustration class that i did some illustrations for. then i said i would make them into shirts. i would probably do this is i could, but i can't so i'm probably not ever going to. or whatever, who knows, buy it from me when i do!!!!!
there is a buttload of variety so you get to choose, depending on how intense a person you are!!!
the three patterns were based on the three last stanzas in katrina vandenberg's poem, tulipomania. and also the entire poem, really, and some of her other poems too. look, it's all free stuff. it's like cattle and an open gate. whatever, just take it. okay, what is this. what is a blog. what are words, who is talking, what are you doing
But aren’t you sorry you will never see
a tulip that would make you offer all
you own for the layered, translucent promise
in its brown paper wrapper? Aren’t you sorry
you never saw John Keats in his dressing gown,
scribbling an ode beneath his flowering plum,
will never know the ten thousand men with hemophilia
infected with HIV two decades ago,
and the purpose that briefly lit their brilliant veins?
i'm no john green
there is a buttload of variety so you get to choose, depending on how intense a person you are!!!
the three patterns were based on the three last stanzas in katrina vandenberg's poem, tulipomania. and also the entire poem, really, and some of her other poems too. look, it's all free stuff. it's like cattle and an open gate. whatever, just take it. okay, what is this. what is a blog. what are words, who is talking, what are you doing
But aren’t you sorry you will never see
a tulip that would make you offer all
you own for the layered, translucent promise
in its brown paper wrapper? Aren’t you sorry
you never saw John Keats in his dressing gown,
scribbling an ode beneath his flowering plum,
will never know the ten thousand men with hemophilia
infected with HIV two decades ago,
and the purpose that briefly lit their brilliant veins?
i'm no john green
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
mad cunt
portrait of discomfort
charcoal on paper
305 x 205 mm
why the fuck were we asked to do this.
inspired by toyin odutola, my favourite contemporary artist.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
my notes
started a new note/sketch book and a new, gross semester.
cover, chinagraph
looove writing down them notes
cover, chinagraph
looove writing down them notes
luke 2011
no one told me how it feels to draw on actual drawing paper. it feels good. thanks no one.
if i had known, i would have done this drawing on drawing paper instead of in my sketchbook. i like this one better. it was the sketch i based the above drawing on. i don't know how to make a final drawing as raw as my initial sketches. i wonder if anyone does. it feels like design (and contrite) when i have to reiterate a feeling instead of drawing when it's being felt.
blablabalablalahsd
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
self portrait 19th july
this doesn't play the whole song.. but it's being played to someone drawing so it's relevant. also, see how this video aligns with my drawing? that's design sense for you if there ever was.
hand practice
using web cam as reference, go the modern world
i don't usually sound this lackluster in life. i also study graphic design so i should be concerned about the layout and size of these images
YOU'RE WAITING FOR A BUT BUT YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET ONE EXCEPT FOR THE TWO CONSECUTIVE ONES THAT I JUST USED TO PROVE MY POINT THAT I'M NOT THAT CONCERNED!!!!! how's that for lackluster!!!
edit: i fixed it
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
portraits
drawing is like talking to myself.
phil and chew
phil
so it's hard when i have nothing to say.
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