Some vector imagery...playing with space and lettering
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Tuesday, May 1, 2018
Thursday, April 26, 2018
Monday, April 23, 2018
body form studies
With this short experiment I took a photograph of one of my models and created a vector outline. Along with that I inserted some of my images of skin into the form to help further abstract the visual of the body. This was unique to see how the textures worked as close ups within this vector drawing of the model's body.
This is the vector image by itself. ^
This is the original image.
Tuesday, April 3, 2018
More Conjoined forms
more compositional choices, and color experimentation...trying to figure out how to utilize space more within the first image.
thesis update
corpora
Often times the casing we live in is labeled, criticized, and packaged to look a way that meets the “ideal” in America. But what is this “ideal” that is so intensely pursued and gawked at? What does this mindset do to us on a deeper internal and physical level? Why aren’t we already this view of “perfect” the way we were born? My answer to this was to create work about celebrating bodies for the vast differences. We live in our bodies for the entirety of our lives and they bare all of our experiences. With each small detail we may see as flaws, there are actually stories behind them that allow us to share our human experiences with one another. We as a culture should be lifting each other up and recognizing that all of us are unique no matter where we come from or what consequences of life our bodies reflect.
Often times the casing we live in is labeled, criticized, and packaged to look a way that meets the “ideal” in America. But what is this “ideal” that is so intensely pursued and gawked at? What does this mindset do to us on a deeper internal and physical level? Why aren’t we already this view of “perfect” the way we were born? My answer to this was to create work about celebrating bodies for the vast differences. We live in our bodies for the entirety of our lives and they bare all of our experiences. With each small detail we may see as flaws, there are actually stories behind them that allow us to share our human experiences with one another. We as a culture should be lifting each other up and recognizing that all of us are unique no matter where we come from or what consequences of life our bodies reflect.
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
book cover and book progress...
I am working on my book this week for the show, so here are some snippets of my cover, and spreads...My book is sectioned up as...
- contact sheets
- landscapes
- conjoined forms
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
Thursday, March 1, 2018
trying video stuff (unfinished)
Working in video again for a bit. It's not finished, but here is a look at an idea.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
More photographs
So lately I have been thinking about my project, and I am leaning more toward just how bodies are looked at. I was thinking about how bodies in this country are kind of a taboo subject for people and it seems to be regarded in such a way that is mostly sexual. I want to work on creating imagery that is more about the art and appreciation for bodies rather than it being seen otherwise.
traditional black and white photo
more conjoined forms
landscape idea 1
landscape 2
light and conjoined forms version 1
version 2
light and landscape
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
the body continued
so lately I have been continuing with the visual meaning of the body and I have tried a few different methods in doing so...
Lastly this is another route that I would like to work in more which is creating abstract forms with the human body from photo collage.
these first two images follow the body as a landscape idea...
these 5 images below are a different approach to what I was working on prior...these 5 are heavily edited in comparison to the first round of photos.
Lastly this is another route that I would like to work in more which is creating abstract forms with the human body from photo collage.
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
the body as a landscape
A short series I have worked on recently is about the body; making is more of a landscape and breaking the boundaries of looking at a body as a sexualized image. I have not finished the rest of my editing for the photos yet, but this is an small little intro about the work...more to come Thursday!
slopes
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Personal Writings
Some of my written works from the last two weeks.
Still in progress of revising.
The first day.
When I was small
I loved to frolic
and tease,
smile;
too glee.
“Weirdo,
Freak,
Alien”,
screams.
I was 5,
I knew nothing
of why these words
stuck to me
like tape mending
ripped paper
as the hands of tiny children
kept tearing away at it.
07 | 2007
Why?
The corners of the room
come closing in
as the darkness
ate the space.
Your whispers
creep into me,
crawling slowly with each breath
feeling as if they are the tiny legs
of centipedes trickling into my ears.
“you can’t tell anyone
that I did this to you.”
Everything felt encased
in this darkness forever
while his hands forced me
on my back, screaming
in my face, tearing
greedily at my neck.
Those words echoed in my mind;
sunk deeper into me, more
than the bee sting I felt
earlier that day
from plucking red roses
that grew in my backyard.
My mind felt lost in this unending eternity,
fading into the darkness.
what did he to do my mind?
what does this mean?
why are you so mean?
Because I wasn’t strong enough.
Even screaming
feels silent.
There are many days
days where the mind sinks
deep inside an endless hollow place.
The stroke of sadness sweeps
across my body.
My fingers start to lose feeling
and the numbness begins
to take over
working up to my forehead,
then shooting directly through my stomach
pushing me down so I can’t
get up.
The life is also taken
from my legs,
and shortly after
my feet.
All I can do is scream
but, I can’t hear it.
All I want to do is feel
like nothing is real
and everything can go
back to being surreal.
14; Dumb.
Being 14 is just weird
especially in the spring
when we switched from gym
to health class.
Everything is just awkward at 14.
When I was 14
my friend Lele had
a boyfriend named Andrew.
Andrew would wait for us
outside our school
with his flip phone
and a stupid smirk on his face.
“Hi cutie” was his greet for her.
“Hey sexy” was his greet for mine.
I fucking hated him.
I knew he secrelty liked me more than her
He always did.
“Meet me at Village Park at 3.”
His eye contact was more...
disgusting today.
I said,
“Ok.”
Trust.
Never trust a man
who first starts his conversation with
“you’re so beautiful”
because,
He will leave you
for someone else
who he calls beautiful.
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
starting from the beginning
This semester I want to explore life growing up as a queer male, and creating visuals for this through means of animation and film. Generally throughout my experience being the way I am has led me to many predicaments that I won't ever forget, and that have shaped me into who I am today. These images below are sketches for one portion to this project I will be working on...I plan on making more sketches for short films and animations, but for now this is where I start.
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