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Showing posts with label Patterns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patterns. Show all posts
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 15, 2010
Dec 28, 2009
Too safe?
I have this 2010 goal that I'm pretty set on- to make a surface/pattern design portfolio. One of my preliminary ideas is about safety pins- I think they'd make for nice greeting cards with some perfect word I haven't discovered- or a first aid kit that's designed to the point beyond recollection- or maybe even just plain old packaging for safety pins or a sewing kit. I always work backwards like this. I suppose I should start creating assignments, and then designing patterns for projects rather than creating projects based around outer-space patterns that come to me in my sleep.
But what's more- I'm wondering if the boat has sailed on this look. You know, the craft-papery background with raw, fatty shapes of color paired with delicate accents (printed with real-life white ink). This looks good to me, but perhaps I've seen it too much. I see this taking on a boomerang formica diner tabletop feel- but I need the right scenario for it sit well with me. I'll find it's purpose- I just have to.
But what's more- I'm wondering if the boat has sailed on this look. You know, the craft-papery background with raw, fatty shapes of color paired with delicate accents (printed with real-life white ink). This looks good to me, but perhaps I've seen it too much. I see this taking on a boomerang formica diner tabletop feel- but I need the right scenario for it sit well with me. I'll find it's purpose- I just have to.
Dec 24, 2009
There must be an escape
Before, when I was at peace with working on Christmas Eve, I was aimlessly drawing in that luxurious way that I never do anymore. The kind of fantastic sprawl that can only be born in a study hall. I had Dan Savage streaming and I was just lost in bliss- penning out a crazy maze for no good reason. But then a perky Bret came up to me from behind and gave me a startle- informing me that he's leaving this horrible place, at 3 pm. The office is still and empty behind him.
Now I am buzzing with "I must leave!" and I can't think anything else- the sprawling nostalgic mind has given way to the bitter immediacy of what a last period study hall truly felt like. If only we got paid to be in study hall; back in the day- when we didn't pay for much.
Sigh, take the long view.
Now I am buzzing with "I must leave!" and I can't think anything else- the sprawling nostalgic mind has given way to the bitter immediacy of what a last period study hall truly felt like. If only we got paid to be in study hall; back in the day- when we didn't pay for much.
Sigh, take the long view.
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