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The logo: What you don’t know about it

In: Anecdotes, Self Reflection

My logo is one of the few works that have stuck with me since the age of 18, and among the only illustrations I have ever done.

Two-dimensional design is a notoriously difficult class for incoming freshmen at any art school, and here I found myself; second semester, under the tutelage of one of those “never gives an A” teachers, learning the basics of radial and symmetrical designs in black and white. Oh, and three days prior, I had been diagnosed with Mono(nucleosis) as every college student at some point is: first, you drink your neighbors water instead of your own, never mind that this person should not have been out in public let alone working at the phoneathon. Then, a month later, there’s a brick wall that

What? This is a Twitterscape?

In: Anecdotes, Career management, My Career

Did you know that the process of developing Twitterscapes yielded images that don't look like Twitterscapes? Neither did my printer, apparently.

Yesterday I sent 9 of the preliminary “Twitterscapes” off for printing for the upcoming exhibit. My printer called me three times out of what he called “confusion,“ though I read in it disbelief. My art printer (one of the best fine art printers in New Mexico,) who spends days at a time immersed in fine art, could not fathom why I wanted to print these, nor could he tell if I had sent him the correct images, or if I had just gone crazy. He may have thought he got a set of images that were corrupted.

Of course, the images I sent him don’t look like Twitterscapes, or fine art. They look

Bigger than Pink - actually being aware of Breast Cancer

In: Anecdotes, Opinion

Pink flags, pink clothes, pink pin-cusions, pink pink pink - how can it really claim to spread awareness while teaching nothing about the disease itself?

As you and I have both been bombarded with pink fabrics, billboards, store items, and apparel as far as the NFL, we both know that it is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It’s a month that is either officially dedicated, or unofficially dedicated, (not quite sure here) to some particular cancer that women get in the breast, and that by buying said pink stuff or by being reminded of some cancer you’ll probably never get (or whatever, you might, but who cares?) you are being told by some charities and some other authorities that by just seeing or spreading pink in any way possible, you are

Rick’s “Roll” in our wedding

In: Anecdotes

Since our wedding song was too sappy, we had to heel it with a lively juxtaposition. So we decided to Rickroll everyone.

For our wedding song, Travis picked out In this life by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole (get) and one night played it for me before I even knew what it was. It was so romantic and sappy, yet totally accurate, that we both burst into tears. It took listening to it a couple of times before we would ultimately be able to make it through the song without waterworks, but there would be no way to give our guests this advantage. Even if we could, many of them hearing the song for the first time would actually listen to its words and knew what it meant to us. The only way to avoid a sappy, heavy feelingRead On..

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