I purchased a self-healing mat. It is made out of a certain kind of material that apparently negatively affects the users reproductive health. There was a warning label on the package saying so and to wash your hands immediately afterward… Ehew. You’d think there’d be a better alternative at this point, disposable ones? Better orgnization in cut-making? You-tube videoes on how to coat your cutting board with a thin protective layer (cutting board condom?). Anyways, art involves risk. I was cutting up my paper and felt like a true graphic designer, using a cork-backed metal ruler and standing over my desk as I made each incision. No final product today. I have that queasy unsure feeling, that little bit of fear a person has when she is trying something new. Right now, my poster is a pile of shards.
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I’m bleary-eyed from staring at a piece of paper for an hour. The time flew as I listened to KEXP and put my nib to the paper. That’s right, nib. It’s the metal part that costs a buck fifty at your local art store. It’s beautiful. The lines made by the India ink are so delicate. I learned left to right is better (ink gets all over your hand’s side if you go the other way). With my pad of watercolor paper tilted, I enjoyed the action of going from the paper to the ink well and then back to the paper, creating secret notes to be hidden from my subject. My subject is a bunch of dead dahlias. I felt like they looked more like a study than a composition. I will try again tomorrow.
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This is my first assignment for my Adobe Illustrator Class. It was critiqued in class today. Some peeps really liked the vertical craters. I told the class my shpeal about how I created the background by making lots of triangles and the “draw inside” option for the moon, and spaceship. This was a fun project because one of the parameters was that we couldn’t use the pen tool. The instructor appreciated my style saying it was something mixed of art nouveau and retro and she doesn’t know what, but she likes it and it “worked.” During the critique I got to see 30 other versions of this project. Some spaceships had animal pilots, child-imagination inspired shapes, and fabulous designs from the creator’s imagination. Some traced pictures of spaceships which is not an unremarkable feat either.
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Today, I submitted this word art for the assignment of making the word like the word and my teacher said and I quote “It is very sucessful.” I don’t know how art can be sucessful in the sense that the best art is (in my opinion) done for it’s own sake and external influences, and things like sucess trivialize the angst and alienation in the art I like. But, yes, this time, I am very pleased that she was very pleased. One student said it reminded her of bubblegum. Score! I hope a candy company likes this and buys up a lowly first-year’s design.


Today’s in-class assignment: Make your name inspired by the word assigned. At my table, there were words like “chamelon” … you know, I can’t remember what else, it was so long ago. Mine was acrobat. The worksheet has a rectangle for your design captioned with “My name is… and I am an acrobat.” Or whatever. I brainstormed, first clicking with the circus element and making the three A’s in my name circus tents, but then I thought, the high wire would be an excellent baseline for my letters. I thought to make the letters actual silhouettes of acrobats, but after reading the instructions for the assignment again, I saw that wasn’t the intention of the assignment. What can placement, scale and additive elements imply without being to literal or icon-based? So, my final design has the victorian tear-drop finial, serifs for feet, and a bicylcle wheel for the counter.Today in class, the teacher talked about Ed Fella and Paula Scher. This video is really inspiring. A point pointed out: Sure, her design for citi bank only took a few seconds after the concept meeting. Oh, and thirty-four years. When someone does something fast it doesn’t necessarily indicate that it’s a bad idea. It perhaps means that they are just that intuned the particular assignment. We take all that we have with us, intellectually, when we step into a classroom or a studio, and that work produced there is because of all the points, the infinite number of points that one must pass through in a line to get to that particular terminus. I love looking at graphic designers’ work that is just for them. The teacher showed “slides” of Scher’s personal work, and there is an element of play and an element of craft that shows that the artist wanted to make it because it’s fun.
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In New Media class today, we talked about photography. We poured over our photos from last week. The teacher with his veteran eye, giving his critique on each one, mostly a softy. He said I did nice work. He had nothing bad to say after I explained why there was a school bus in the portrait of Charan (I didn’t post this picture because the file is too big and it is still in RAW and on a mac at the school. I haven’t had the know-how to import it to this blog.) Was my photo that prosaic that he didn’t even want to fix it? He kept emphasizing how important it is in photography to get new and unusual photographs because our world is currently saturated with images.
We spent what seemed like an hour pouring over professional photographs, exemplifying our next assignment: window light. Our teacher Robbie really geeks out over a good photograph (he kept boasting how his pet quality was a good close crop). We as a class admired the crisp lines and soft lighting and interesting detail brought out by the sly reflector that any skilled photographer should have in her toolbelt. Each photograph he preseneted had a special wow component, details in reflections, controlled flares, interesting repetition.
This afternoon, I did some more folded-paper reliefs. I am planning on collaging them for my poster due in a couple of weeks.
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Pages from my sketchbook today. The lesson: blind contours. It was difficult resisting the urge to look at what I was drawing, but I am glad I didn’t. These spontaneous looking squiggles look like something that came out of the fourth dimension (not time, but the one perpendicular to the third dimension). We talked about line quality and the next assignment is to draw something from nature.The critique of the negative space project ran smoothly. Some presented compositions with the hard edges of a chair silhouette abstracted by close cropping while others submitted shapes of potted plants on stools or shelves. A student commented that she liked the constrast of the hard crispe lines of negative space, the austere constrast of the white and black in comparison to the organic lines of the plant-shapes. And another really appreciated the geometric qualities of the stools and table legs, how their interstices implied a personality. That’s the nice thing about the class. Everyone has their own preferences and things that just really get them.
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This is my word (and a specific font I’m leaning towards). Already, I have questioned if I spelled it right and I am wondering if I should be more literal and find a font with connected twig silhouettes. (Get it?) Why do I have a word? This assignment:
“Type has it’s own voice and personality. Choose an appropriate typeface for the assigned adjective or noun. Adapt, distress, deconstruct or personalize the typeface chosen to create a visual representation of the assigned word. Incorporation of icons and/or images within the visual representation is permitted but try to limit the use of imagery to a minimum. You can start in pencil, xerox, construction paper cut outs, etc but the finished work must be in black an white on an 9” x 12” sheet of white paper. Work will be due 9 a.m. in the next class for review and group discussion.”
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And completed the negative space assignment. Claire (the drawing teacher) said that if the shapes don’t line up perfectly, it showed that the student did the assignment by drawing the shapes in between and not the objects themselves. Well, I did this assignment extra right then because you can’t really tell that middle shape is a vase anymore.


















