Back of CD Cover

Back of CD Cover

My example for a cd cover I created.

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Front of CD Cover

Front of CD Cover

My example for a cd cover I created.

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An Old Project

ImageI was going through some old boxes and I came across this CD cover I did back in college.  Ah college such good days!  😛  Anyway I remember being really proud of this piece and my fellow classmates voiced approval for my work.  My concept was to portray the creative and peaceful trance from the group I was paying tribute to. “Delirium”  I had a model and a friend helped me with my ideas for makeup and I did the photo shoot and digital art.   I enjoyed to entire creative laboring and the finish product wasn’t to shabby:)

 

Undressing with Your Eyes

Sketching in a lot of ways is like having sex.  There is the initial attraction, the hunt, the foreplay and the climatic end.  Sounds unrelated, really they are.  Let me begin to explain in terms how I love what I do and compare it to the next thing I love to do. 

First as with sex there has to be an attraction.  What is pulling you toward your object or objects?  For me, it is lines.  I am drawn to curves and clean lines.  Yes, I know there are curves to anything, but that is not my point.  Following the curve of the line for example the silhouette of a women’s back denotes beauty, strength, vulnerability, soft, sensual and sexy.  Seeing such lines, allows you to see detail.  It takes your eyes away from what you expect to see to something that you had not noticed before. Its like touching someone and feeling what is underneath except in this case…without hands.  The classics books of romance use the phrase.  “His smoldering eyes regarded me with…”  Such a gaze is intense and demanding.  The eyes can strip away clothes and masks and see straight into the soul.  It always begins with looking past the obvious to see the story that the lines tell you.  The foreplay begins when I place the pencil to the paper.  I am timid at first unsure where to start, my strokes are light and soft marking out the layout of my design.  As I progress I get bolder, my strokes become stronger and demanding.  I begin to  explore, retrace, experiment with my thoughts all the while paying close attention to shades, curves, position.  My object is never out of my sight, I am connected to it.  As my work progresses, I become more confident and exhilarated on what is transpiring on the page.  I see the promise and the temptation to hurry and complete the sketch before it is truly done.  But like sex you slow down, you hold yourself back.  You don’t want an early arrival then the product will never be as good.  A lot of times, I stop sketching and review what I have accomplished.  Is the angle right?  How is the shading? What can I do better?  Being self taught, makes me work harder to not only prove to myself that I can do this, but to gain more confidence and feed my inner artist the promise that it is possible to become great.  I pick up my pencil, and rebuild and adjust as I go along.  When apply the details it is almost there.  My urge to stop and shout to the world of another piece is great.  I hold back touching here and there with my pencil until I am completely satisfied.  The climax is the finish product.  Another piece of me I transferred to the page.  I am spent creatively.  But I am satisfied.  For now.

Strength

Strength

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Revisiting the Past

In a sense this journal has become my digital sketch pad, my voice, and thoughts were I can look back and remember what it is that drives me.  Each picture represented a time where I experience the good, the bad, and the ugly.  These are some of my earlier works at Andrews University.  I remember the day where I sat in my living room floor at my apartment with my friends.  We are talking about my attempt at becoming a physical therapist and I had received my rejection letter.  The funny thing was I wasn’t to bothered by it, I was more concerned with what my parents thought.  This is were I made the decision to leave the medial field and explore the possibilities in the multimedia world.  It went against everything my family wanted.  The arts, the unstable field of wanna be hippies exploring the world on someone else’s dollar.  I guess in someways I did just that.  Except I did not sport the dread lock look.  During this time, I can say I was the happiest.  I was taking classes I LOVED.  Granted, I was intimidated because the classes where filled highly talented Asians that could come up with a design that left me feeling like a noob learning how to hold a pencil.  But instead of letting my unskilled work get the best of me, I took inspiration from them.  The one that I became close friends with was Clem.  The creativity that he had was unlike anything I ever seen.  He was the prodigy of the department.  He and I were complete opposites and the closest friends.  An odd pairing but it worked.  He was a constant fixture over at my house and Aaron and I excepted him like family.  He was the first person to encourage me and taught me how to see the world differently.  He never criticized me but rather taught me new techniques.  While we studied, partied, and played hard he was my encouragement to purse the arts.  Through him I met more like him and my Asian family grew.  Never condemning always uplifting I learned so much.  They were there from the beginning guarding a new interest in a hard world.  They saw my joy, my new addiction.  It was a good time. A time I will always remember it.  Thank you.

Interruption

Interruption

Another quick sketch of an idea I was playing around with.

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