Oh bloody hell, what a week* of personally-not-feeling-awesomeness. THANKS WORLD, yes I get it. A quick diagram! (or two.)





Have you ever seen such angsty diagrams?

New work (when I should be sleeping, but who sleeps right.)

Pre-album artwork for Dhaniah's band, My Writes. They play indie pop although I think their new album It's Okay, I'm With The Band, explores different styles quite nicely. The five people who read this blog! Check them out here!

Final thing:

#EDIT: On another note, how annoying is it that all the cool boys are taken?

#EDIT: Also, they need to invent a function that allows you to retract an sms from being sent out because you were only half-thinking (although the sentiments were genuine) and it was too late when you realize, oh fuck maybe that wasn't very appropriate. Resulting in an sms exchange that was awkward to the max which personally, made it ridiculous and hilarious but in all probability, I don't think the other person found it that way.

Lately, I've also been thinking about how I'm so limited/narrow in my interest. Which is design, obviously. Its just that I've been meeting new people and they're into this, and also this and this and what would I say? I'm really into graphic design.

What, that's it? Although I do love EVERYTHING about design. I love the sensitive treatment of typography, especially in recent issues of Vanity Fair.
And also in letterpress typography.

This one I found at Oh So Beautiful, a design blog I found today with a great focus on all things paper and beautiful.

And packaging design, motion graphics and the crafting of intent that comes with advertising and branding. I wish I was really good at what I do though. There are amazing people out there and I think more than just to have a brilliant and clever idea, the other thing to scour for is recognition. Which is more than talent and skill, sometimes its just plain luck and connections.

Wow funny mousse birthday cake I had earlier is doing things to my digestive system now at 4:41 A.M. Selective and sporadic lactose intolerance, YOU SUCK.

I have massive gap time between posting up completed work. This was part of a book project for my 2D class at the end of my foundation year. It was crazy stressful, but you know, I do miss working with the print press, and being more crafty. Lament, lament!

Speaking of crazy stressful, that is one thing i REALLY should be right now but I'm not lol. I'm completely in a state of denial and negligence, and I've never cut my deadlines/progress this close before. Its a puzzling lack of urgency.

I hope you will be pleased with the cleaned-up blog layout, I spent the night pushing around html code without even fully understanding it ha, but I think it looks much more orderly now AND MOST IMPORTANTLY: huge space for pictures.

Like this one -



One of the nicer shots I got from the train ride back from malaysia. I took the railway with anisha and tash, and it was a series of almost-misadventures which made for interesting times ha. More on that later, am supposed to be studying astronomy. Among many other things that need to get done.

Seriously, Helter Skelter is an amazing song - both the original Beatles song and the version for Across the Universe. The rawness, the violence! GRAWR!

Do you, don't you want me to love you
I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you
Tell me tell me tell me come on tell me the answer
Well you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Now helter skelter helter skelter
Helter skelter yeah
Ooh!

Will you, won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Damn killer. I suppose my taste for music late in the night when churning out work is loud and ear-killing. The Vines!

Old project based on Symone's translation of Baudelaire's Epilogue:

With heart at rest I climbed the citadel's/ Steep height

and see the city as from a tower, /Hospital, brothel, prison, and such hells,

I love thee, infamous city!

Harlots and /Hunted have pleasures of their own to give,

The vulgar herd can never understand.

(click to enlarge to get mofo-huge image)

O, I SPY WITH MY FACEBOOK EYE -

Right, right, time to get a grip.

Hey how about some Egon Schiele? There's a delicacy behind the rawness and brutality that seems relevant my life-mood in general. Life-mood? You know, that constant nugget of ache or feeling or tone of pensiveness that accompanies you in your chest when you're doing nothing, something or anything in particular.



































































What about a poem?

The mint bed is in
bloom: lavender haze
day. The grass is
more than green and
throws up sharp and
cutting lights to
slice through the
plane tree leaves. And
on the cloudless blue
I scribble your name.
Sunday; James Schuyler

It (the poem, not the naked lady) reminds me a lot of gorgeous sunlit days in campus when I troop out from the computer labs and have a jaunt up the hill for food! and snacks! and sometimes, thoughts of you! Who? No, no one in particular.









Oh let's be honest now, how about this one?

I want you to feel
the unbearable lack of me.
I want your skin
to yearn for the soft lure of mine;
I want those hints of red
on your canvas
to deepen in passion for me:
carmine, burgundy.
I want you to keep stubbing your toe
on the memory of me;
I want your head to be dizzy
and your stomach in a spin;
I want you to hear my voice
in your ear, to trouch your face
imagining it is my hand.
I want your body to shiver and quiver
at the mere idea of mine.
I want you to feel as though
life after me is dull, and pointless,
and very, very aggravating;
that with me you were lifted
on a current you waited all your life to find,
as though you were wading
through a soggy swill of inanity and ugliness
every minute we are apart.
I want you to drive yourself crazy
with the fantasy of me,
and how we will meet again, against all odds,
and there will be tears and flowers,
and the vast relief of not I,
but us.
I am haunting your dreams,
conducting these fevers
from a distance,
a distance that leaves me weeping,
and storming,
and bereft.
Yearn On; Katie Donovan

Not all the lines apply, but enough do.

I'm feeling erratic, only because I came to a very wrong revelation on the first day of the year. Talk about taking several steps back, and not even a step back into 2008! At least last year, I didn't have this unfortunate edge of self-awareness. It all makes sense now, although it scarcely leaves me in a better situation. Fact is, I - 

Yes.

Bits from a graphic novella. Country singers write wailing love songs, I give boys their own graphic novella man. No, I don't know how to end it yet.

Did the second piece for this illustration competition - the theme was 'change' and the brief was to create a layer on top of the original photo provided. I think the Official Rationale that I provided was:

What struck me most about the original photograph was the rays of light that exposed the colour that lay hidden in the dark alley. This change to me represents the exposing of truth and in my interpretation, this truth also bares everything, to the bone. In line with the photograph’s original theme, it also brings colour and life, and the bones are brought into blinding clarity.

Which is part truth, part embellishment ha.

It was kinda really fun coming up with this piece, I did several of actual collage, drawing and paint layers on tracing paper before scanning them in to fiddle with in Photoshop. A side benefit from that is the other bits and pieces that come from the process itself.