JAAAAP h h that adamant / prince piece was very beautiful !!! how did you come up with the composition ?
thank you! there were some things to note:
-I used a square canvas, but decided to add black “walls” at the sides to narrow the composition’s focus down
- there were two focal points: the halo which emphasized the faces, and the [rough] center from which all the hands originated, which emphasized the two characters in general~
- sensei’s robes made up a thick area of black which could lead the eyes to the middle as well as emphasize the prince; the hands “softened” the blacks around the edges to refocus your eyes to sensei while still maintaining a sort of visual balance!
- the curtains frame the image to close it off and also add chaos to the top~
- the halo protects the faces from the light emanating from the back to keep them sort of emphasized despite there being light bouncing off their edges~
- overall the composition was inspired by Buddhist/Bodhisattva iconography with slight art deco sensibilities, to keep in line with the iconography present in the series itself :o
2009 Speedvagen Road by The Vanilla Workshop Via Flickr: The downtube looks like it has a standard panel from the drive side and repeating text from the non-drive side. The Seat tube is the opposite.
The full assym effect works best from the riders position looking down over the bike.
Film students are pretentious, or so say the graphic design majors. Sequential art majors think they’re better than everyone else, sneer the film students. According to sequential art majors, it’s fashion design students who are the intellectual snobs. You finally turn to a painting major and ask which group is telling the truth. She shudders, her gaze suddenly faraway as if reliving an inescapable dream. “All of them,” she says in a voice like shattered hope. “Dear God, all of them!”
There’s a hand-written sign awkwardly taped to the fourth computer from the right on the second floor of the Digital Art Center. “Rendering,” it reads. “Do not touch!” Upperclassmen speak of it in hushed tones. It’s been there for twenty years, they say. It will be there for twenty more.
There is a detailed etching of an erect phallus carved painstakingly into your desk. Every day, it looks slightly little more photorealistic.
Someone is working on a mural on the wall of an abandoned building outside your window. On the first day, you see the outline of a bird. On the second day, it’s been painted baby blue and it now soars on a background of stars. On the third day, it’s been joined by other birds of varying colors. There’s an outline of a circle on the edge of the composition that the artist hasn’t completed yet. On the fourth day, the birds are weeping blood as they fly into the uncaring abyss, dragged ceaselessly forward by the relentless pull of the void, feathers swallowed up in a black hole of nothingness. The very first bird, the one whose birth you witnessed four short days ago, looks to you with desperate pleading, yet you cannot help it. You do not think anyone can, not any more.
Your final exam in Art History 101 is approaching. You’ve started seeing the Venus de Milo out of the corner of your eye, behind gas pumps, down lecture hall hallways, peering over bookshelves at the school library. Every time you catch a glimpse of her, she’s closer than she was last time. You can almost make out the details now: face fixed in a frown, arm stumps rough and rocky, always standing in exquisite contrapposto.
Midterms have arrived, and your mind swims with glorious, chaotic color. You see shapes within forms and forms within shapes; lines fuse together to create alien geometries than make your head spin. The fracas is ever-present, and you long for the cold, clinical touch of the mathematics at which you never thought you would look back.
“I didn’t get any sleep last night,” complains one classmate. “I haven’t gotten more than thirty minutes all week!” cries another. A third student speaks up: “The last time I slept, the world was young and filled with primeval vengeance. Civilization was a non-entity, the fleeting dream of a people wanting more. I could feel the disowned children of ancient gods screaming for vengeance deep, deep under the earth, trapped in a prison that would not hold forever. When I last closed my eyes, it was to an Earth ruled by beasts.”
A/N: It’s been a while, but here we are! Happy New Year to
you all, and I hope you enjoy this chapter. We are getting into the nitty
gritty of our dear Reader’s emotional dilemma. Is she still in love with Rick?
Or is there something else working it’s way into her heart…or someone else?
We will find out eventually lol
Work is kicking my ass, and for those of you who read my
last chapter notes, know I got a new job. It’s tons of stuff to do, and I’ll be
out of town most of next week for work as well. Can’t say when I will update
again, but from the looks of my schedule it’ll most likely be done on Friday’s.
As always, please comment and like!
Designed with formal design principles in mind, this typeface, named “Space”, explores the effect of positive and negative space on the letterform. The eye searing stripes are at times hard to enter but in most cases the letter’s lines push the eye to the edges of the composition and offer relief.
Although the design focuses primarily on individual letterforms and not so much the interaction of letters to form words, the back of the cards do pair a word starting with the letter on the front of the card to demonstrate the legibility of the typeface. A photograph of the word (repeated to form a pattern) is also included.
Specs: 4x4 in single sided on 110 lb card stock, front and back glued together.