Been quite a bit busy with a new project called Dear Fox so updates for Tank Fifty-Five have been non-existent. On the other hand, the cargo collective page for this is up! Check it out HERE !
Also, this is the cover for my Ideation + Sequence class. A shitload of images to come as everything is now due!
Lost my mouse; sad. Proper update later. Night now.
Broadcasting live from the cafeteria of our deserted art school, Roberta, Sylvia, and I are still hacking diligently at our boards. This has been the second late night adventure in a row and we’re all pretty much operating on 3-5hrs of sleep and about 1 meal every 24hrs. Whoo, now I know how animators feel!
As we speak, Sylvia has accompanied Roberta to the printing room’s spray booth while I’m zoned out and haunting a pixelated looking sofa. That’s right, I am so spaced out that I’ve entered into role of haunting. We’re like illustrator zombie: argh, must wooooork!
Anyhow, we are almost at the leg of our skate deck quest. By tomorrow morning, both Sylvia and I should be ready to varnish. I have to admit, my board is starting to look hardcore street grunge and I am not longer wishing to break it into splinters. So as you can see, my deck is starting to look quite spiffy if I dare say so myself.
In other news, we attended the Wrap Electric Box opening but they did not finish setting up all the boxes so I was sad. (Mine was obviously not set up yet, why else would I sound like a disappointed four-year old?)
And it sits worst in your stomach! So my board is pretty much done. It’s just marinating in a cocktail of coffee and acrylic glazing medium right now. Did you know both liquids are magical? I swear, they can do ANYTHING. Not only are they multi-functional, they make you feel like everything is a-okay.
On another note, I tried working on my stupid portfolio for tomorrow… yeah- no dice. I just ended up making an awesome image for it, but that was all.
Especially at 3am- omigosh I am such a zombie fish right now. So yeah, long story short: I hate my board; it makes me want to weep tears of shame, yet at the same time, stare at the colours in wonderment. Unfortunately, the Sharpie god hates me and I’ve been having some technical difficulties regarding this medium. Guess what I did to cover it up? Yeah, I’m covering it up- literally, so shoot me. What you see there is indeed paper. I think I’m just gonna try and glue the whole damn thing down with paper since I value that nice solid graphic look of cardstock more so than the pen’s rich (but extremely streaky) colour. To make the colours pop more (since the paper colour is so much duller than the pen’s) I’m planning on collage-ing the entire board in newsprint (yeah, screw you wood grain!) then maybe staining it with coffee or tea or plain black ink before gluing the paper cuts on. A gloss varnish should also help the colours appear more saturated. Anyhoo, sleep now before I actually pass out.
Darn sharpie oil based paint pens are so colourful, yet so evil and streaky. I’m planning on adding another layer tomorrow. Also need to get an orange and yellow pen to finish the bottom. Sigh, so much for doing homework. Crap, still have to varnish the damn thing. Hope you guys are having more luck than I am.
Holy canterloni!
My mom and I just a new discovery- apparently there is a floor in my room! It must be a miracle, especially since I have not seen this much space in my fish cave since the early 2000′s. And yes, canterloni (canterlonees?) do exist. They are a delicate hybrid of cannelloni and legs. By the way, this is a holy canterloni, cantering about.
In other new, I’m stuck on my board design for the upcoming deck show.
So I went and got some new business cards printed this afternoon. They look all spiffy and professional, but best of all, they sport my full name and a fancy new fish. That’s right cats and gals, I am no longer operating under a false identity so you can stop looking for my name on the list of paroled felons.
Okay, here is my lost post from a previous day:
There must be barnacles in my brain, for I can’t seem to articulate myself today- nor can I, for the life of me- come up with a decent domain name in a desperate attempt to reanimate my digital portfolio. Well, I guess this will have to do for now. Let’s cue the backstory for this slightly interesting name:
A year ago, I was the mighty ruler of a vast empire. Unfortunately, due to my lack of time and limited funding, I had to downgrade my kingdom. At the height of my power, the capital was a fifty-five gallon paradise teeming with worshipping citizens. By the time I had sold my crown, there was only a small pond left… but that too had to be drained. Now stranded on shore, I dream of life beneath the waves and prepare my army for battle. Spawned by a pencil and grown in a nutrient-rich soup of Adobe programs, Tank Fifty-Five will be the site of my birthing machine!
Damn tumblr ate my account so I’m back on to wordpress. Also, the crackberry app is much more user-friendly.
