I wrote the following in my spiral notebook while waiting in my dorm room for the mail room to open. I had no intention of posting, only of venting some frustrations and letting out a little creativity that was bouncing around inside. After failing a few attempts in my sketch book, I hit the pen and pad. With the end result I decided to kill two birds with one stone. The visual is just something that I felt would fit in and provide proper representation. Try to find a meaning in the writing.. for all I know it's just gibberish. Again, I had no direction or intention, only to write for the sake of writing.



I hit the end of the street and take a left. Left; it seems to be a common ground over which I walk. Left handed, frequent drawings toward left turns, left for dead, etc. I'm not about to attempt to explain what it's about, some times I'm just stressed to put forth some kind of observation of a pattern in my life in hopes of translating it to something I can look at in more of a mathematical sense. Emotions and the normal day to day happenings of a persons life are like a foreign language to me. Things are easier if they can be explained geometrically- hard, concise, unrelenting, irreversible, understandable. Some people live at a pace that shifts so quickly it's difficult to grasp what they represent before they change shape and wiggle away to the pursuit of something new. I need things to be laid out in a way that they can be shaped and arranged, but only in 45 to 90 degree intervals. I want defined corners, crisp edges, and clearly set beginnings and ends. I define myself in a way that isn't generally socially acceptable but I feel it's the only real way to draw a clear line between conscious, sane thought and oblivion. Sometimes I fear that If i let go of the path that I follow I'll float away. Gravity has no precedence over one who has no faith in the free flowing, living, breathing set of rules that everyone bends and morphs to take in and accept as they spawn on a daily basis. I was born with a solid understanding of what I was meant to do, and my views were constructed upon that. There is no need to adapt. My life is a prism, and the only support I need is that which already holds me up. Any excess would simply be an imbalance. I've always found a way to move from point A to point B and even continue on to C before others have even begun to contemplate progression in their ever-changing lives. The problem with this is no matter how quickly I manage to pass up point C I always somehow end up exactly where I started. I have no vent for my frustrations. My thoughts have almost lead me to the end of another street. I have no vent for my frustrations. All I have are my patterns. I hit the end of the street and I take a left.

Alright. A little late, but here's what a I was going for. It's not a perfect example, but looking more specifically at the right and bottom borders of the picture, you can see what I meant when I described the business that I was trying to create. Obviously mine pales in comparison, but there's nothing wrong with a first step in the right(?) direction.

Scratch Assignment (Gone Wrong?)

This is the final outcome of what was supposed to be my scratch project.  After reading through the actual requirements of the assignment (post-piece creation of course) I've discovered that it falls short of the goal in a few ways.  It's unfortunate, but I'm not completely discouraged.  I'm actually quite fond of what I was able to create using the Photoshop tools that I've only just become aware of.  I spent a lot of time in the toolbar playing around with Emboss, Drop Shadow, Outer Glow, etc.  I guess it's a matter of taste, but I actually enjoy how busy and almost jarring the collaboration of everything comes across to the eyes.  It was inspired by the ads that are being featured in today's Surf and Skate magazines.  I'll post an example of what I mean later on today.  

Also, I'll try to work on something that more fits into the requirements of the scratch assignment.  After all, creative expression is one thing, but I've found it's often more valuable credit-wise to stick to the rules.

There's something about this color. This Orange. Those petals.. Are those petals moving? I feel drawn in, I want to curl into the center of this Orange and be swallowed by those shifting petals. They're calling me. But that center. Wait. That center looks menacing. Why is it Black? What are those spots surrounding the Black? Keeping in the Black, keeping out the Orange. The Orange. Why is it keeping out the wonderful Orange? There's something wrong. Are the spots shifting? Chittering? They're menacing, those spots. Why are they keeping out the Orange? I cannot go to the Orange. The spots want me. They want to draw me into the Black, away from that Orange. Beautiful, wonderful Orange. The spots want to keep me away from the Orange. They want to bring me into the Black. Forget it, I know it's a trick. Goodbye Black. Goodbye Orange.