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long time no see, everyone!

have to say projects have been eating me alive on this end, plus i’ve been living in 2 places during the time i’m kind-of-hybrid-moving, but good news is tomorrow all the relocation drama ends. i’ve officially shifted from a nice-sized (450 sq ft) flat into a loft-bed room the size of a small walk-in closet (40 sq ft – yes, only 40). i call it the birds nest.

 

other than that, not much going on. i’ve been working on some stuff lately that i’ll be sure to keep you updated on. here’s something i’ve recently done, playing around with photoshop and illustrator.

 

[ the good thing about art is there’s no such thing as THE BEST because learning is a constant thing, and i always want to keep learning… ]

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i’ll show you some of the progress for this, but please know I followed this tutorial shown up there ^ to learn how. now i’ve hacked it to make it simpler. at the end of this post i’ll hand you some tips i learned the hard way in doing this for the first time…

the final result was this: Syd Lowpoly Portclick here to see the whole process!

 

some tips I collected as One Who Is Easily Confused:

1. when refining the mesh in Illustrator with the pen tool, ONLY DO ONE POLYGON AT A TIME. I created a lot of extra work/time for myself – but a lot of learning experience – by making such a silly mistake.

2. have a great playlist.

3. be prepared to see the world in polygons and be drawing them in your sleep for the next several days.

4. CMD + shift + A = deselect all. You’ll need this after every polygon in order to eyedrop the appropriate colour (it’s not brainless work) then draw the polygon. making this portrait uses both hands.

5. sometimes the polygon on your mesh is not the best one for the situation. be flexible.

 

be well x

– s

brainstorming / ads / art

while brainstorming for ads i designed for tempur-pedic in one of my classes, something hit me.

 

I’ve talked about GK Chesterton & his writings before. Brainstorming about what ad would appeal to our target audience brought one of his to mind.

let me give you a backstory real quick. as you probably know, i’m a writer, but i hardly have time to do any serious writing these days because school is sucking my soul dry. spending my days in the library here at campus is my only saviour of imagination. i’ve found myself almost unable to be as creative as i used to be – which is NOT a good thing, especially when I have two concepting classes.

back to GK: while i was thinking about what would appeal to people, his story The Coloured Lands (which I read in his compilation of stories named the same), I remembered Tommy from this short story. Tommy, sitting alone outside while staring at a white wall, is approached by a strange person who holds four spectacles of different colours. The visitor lets him try all of them on and with each pair, the world totally changes. Tommy’s perspective changes drastically.

so i scrawled a little note before my brain forgot this.

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there’s not really a point to all this. just sharing a moment.

 

– s

prettyfun.

things have been prettyfun around here lately.

 

i leave in a few days to go back to the city.

in a way, i’m ready. there’s a lot to do this year. 2015 will hold lots of crazy – really, really crazy unexpected chaotic beautiful – surprises, and i’m in mission mode, ready to get things done. i’ve been overcome by a strange steady sense of ambition and determination to get my stuff done and not let anything bring me down. it’s prettyrefreshing.

in the midst of all this, i’m having a hard time quieting my mind and being in the moment instead of the past/future (especially future). i have to escape all technology and be with my family. i’ve enjoyed reading Poe’s collection of works, illustrated encyclopedias about faeries, and stomping through the woods/jumping off fallen trees.

so here’s some pictures of my little sister (who is almost as tall as me at age 12). thanks to my longtime friends Alfie (from HK who ‘dropped in’ for a visit to the metropolis of Eufaula…ha) and Twin Liz for snapping these. Having Alf here was prettyspecial cause he finally got to meet the family and be in the South, where it seems like everyone in our friend circle in HK is from (oddly enough).

i guess the moral of this post is don’t be afraid to leave mission mode for a few hours and be in the moment with people/animals you love, okay?

that might be abrupt but i am doing 457 things at the same time right now.

but i’m taking a break to chill with my sister who stayed down here in my cave – i mean the basement – with me…even past midnight.

 

goodnight, y’all.

x

– s

and the latest longflight…

it has been more than a month since i last blogged. i think.

i’m not here to talk about that.

last time i posted, i was in hong kong.

then i took a very long flight and am now sitting in my bedroom in the house where i grew up in Alabama in a very small town.

this year i took a different route home. American Airlines recently opened up a new flight from Dallas straight to Hong Kong. I decided to try it because I really hate having layovers in Tokyo where the wifi doesn’t work to post my family where i am and there’s no interesting people to watch and it seems like i just took a useless 4 hour plane ride before another 12 hour flight to get to an airport 3 hours from home (ATL).

So I decided to try this one, HK to DFW, because my aunt and uncle live in Fort Worth, and I could see them (since we don’t very often, they’re so far), before making a short and easy 1.5 hour flight to a one-terminal airport in the city where both sets of grandparents live. Sounds awesome.

I actually quite liked having the long-haul flight over and done with first thing (though unfortunately it won’t be like that on the way back). I wasn’t able to pick an aisle seat, which is a little bother for someone like me who drinks 47 gallons of water to keep from turning into a raisin in the recycled compressed air for 13 hours and i have to pee all the time. at first when we got into the plane i was sitting at the window seat beside a couple. we didn’t really talk, we were civil, nothing special. within an hour the flight attendant recommended i move behind me where there were 2 free seats.

great! i thought.

so i moved…next to the rudest human i have ever encountered.

this is a white man, mid-late 40s, graying hair, who made it very clear over the duration of the flight that he hated my guts and did not appreciate my existence. (there was a point i began to take this personally then resolved to laugh it off. i find it upsetting that someone can be so horribly bitter, especially at someone they have never met before.)

what did he do? firstly, never once did he look at me. when i needed to get up, he ignored me. it took a while to get his attention. i had to physically tap his shoulder after waiting till my bladder was about to burst. he would roll his eyes in the most drama-queen manner i’ve ever witnessed, and ever-so-slowly rise from his seat, take a step forward with his eyes on the far end of the plane as if i didn’t exist. i ended up viewing this as a sort of freedom. i could stand, as long flights with incredibly long legs don’t mix too well. i would stand up as long as i could till the seatbelt signs came back on and the flight attendants would fuss at me to sit back down.

then i’d have to tap him on the back of the shoulder, and an audible groan would emit from his mouth as he would once again, without casting so much as a side-eyed glance at me, take his little step forward in the aisle till he heard me sitting down in my chair.

this happened numerous times. then there was the light incident. my reading light didn’t work, so when he turned his on i used the edge of it to read on my 1st-gen kindle (i’m on George MacDonald’s Phantastes). He pulled out his legal pad for short intervals throughout the flight, writing what appeared to be a book or some grossly boring report. he finished and noticed i was using the light – i saw him look at my kindle (not me of course). he fidgeted with the pad. put his eyeglasses down. turned the page to look at something he wrote which he paid no attention to. took his pen out of his shirt pocket and put it on the pad. then he turned the light out.

i understand he didn’t want to keep it on, but at least speak to me like i’m a human. ‘Hey, I’m going to turn the light out.’ That’s all i ask. is that too much? too old-fashioned? i just can’t buy that.

so you know what i did? after playing with my light that never came on, i turned on the one in the middle – between us – and read for 30 – 40 minutes while he made such a dramatic scene, leaning forward and backward and groaning and fidgeting like he was trying to sleep, but i didn’t relent. i wanted to read.

eventually, i turned it off, and i kid you not, the instant i turned off the light he straightened up and began flipping through the movies on his screen. i settled down to sleep again.

and what woke me up? the light. in my face.

he turned the light on my face while i was sleeping.

i couldn’t even grasp the situation but alas! i’m a PROFESSIONAL player of possum. i can make my parents, friends, strangers, whoever believe i’m asleep when i’m actually perfectly coherent. so the light didn’t phase me at all. i kept sleeping for 20 more minutes (i reckon), till i suddenly got so curious about what was outside that i popped up and…

cracked the window.

and it was bright, so blindingly white, outside that it was an utter disturbance to Rude Man, but i got some lovely pictures of the mountains.

when we FINALLY landed in DFW, the man stood up immediately and exited the plane as if I was nonexistent. and i have to tell you i was so glad that flight was over.

not only because of Rude Man, but i slept through all the meals. at some point i managed to find a spare sandwich and some juice in the back.

so that is my 2014 flightstory part 1. hopefully nothing too remarkable will happen on the way back. and hopefully i can find an aisle seat.

(on the flight from DFW – home the passengers just told bad jokes and i slept through it. but the welcoming committee of my dad’s parents, mama’s mama, and my aunt and uncle – oh yeah and my parents/brother/sister – made the whole trip worth it. not to mention having seen my other aunt and uncle in Dallas and filling my empty tummy with a beautiful fish sandwich from a great local place in Grapevine.)

 

the end.

– s