Archive for February, 2013
How NOT? to draw trees… Hmm, look like pretty nice tree drawings to me…
Originally posted on Vinyl Eraser:
Second experiment. The drawings I did yesterday really are not my style… if I have a style. I mean, the drawings are only watercolor, usually I use watercolors to give color to my pen and ink sketches. I did not use ink yesterday. I focused on color.
Today I want to isolate the shape so I do not use color. I use my graphite pencils (mainly HB and 2B) but I have tried to apply same rules, obviously, adapting them to graphite techniques. And here are the results.
Fantastic post from a newbie VBA Winner…
Originally posted on Pearl Grey Tea:
I chanced upon the website of an ex creative director based in Shanghai, China of a well known ad agency internationally and saw a few inspiring ads done and shared by him.
They are mainly in Mandarin with English subtitles but still touching and thought provoking nevertheless.
Here is his site to share great minds and needless to say, you know who i am referring to now. www.andrewlok.com
I think so very much like Sue Fenton.
Originally posted on F Words:
When shopping, there are times when bad English doesn’t really matter. Take greengrocers, for example; I routinely grumble and scoff when I see “potato’s” and “apple’s” and “basel and corinder” offered for sale, but a casual approach to grammar doesn’t actually make much difference to my enjoyment of the product on offer – you’d have to be pretty pedantic to take your fruit-and-veg custom elsewhere on the grounds of a misplaced apostrophe and some sloppy spelling.
It’s different when you’re buying a service or an expensive branded item, because you’re not buying a thing, you’re buying an experience. It’s different, it just is. You expect quality in all aspects of your dealings with the shop or service provider. And when you’re buying a service that involves a medical procedure this is even more true. For some time I’ve been looking into (excuse the pun) options for treatments to correct my short sight. The first lot I corresponded with – one of the leading laser surgery providers – pissed me off because their promotional claim: “Laser surgery from £395 per eye!!!” turned out to be – in my case, anyway – unrealistic. That price, as far as I could make out, applied only to people with a prescription so low they would form only a small proportion of potential clients. For properly short-sighted people, like me – those most likely to seek surgery – the cost is actually in the thousands. I know these companies have to get punters through the door, and the £395 price claim certainly worked with me, but I soon came to the conclusion I’d rather know the real price than be attracted by an unfeasibly low figure and then disappointed by the reality.
An absolutely wonderful VBA WInner post…
Originally posted on Blue Dog:
I will miss the smell of my baby’s head. He’s hot as 100, asleep in the crook of my arm. I’m pretty sure it’s the flu everyone’s in a panic about. John’s had it for a good four days, and I have the sense I’m just waiting my turn (that’s the farmer’s pessimism in my bones talking), glad at least I’m well enough to take care while John’s so ill. And I hate for G to be sick like this, but I’m grateful for this chance to hold my forty pound electric blanket of a baby while he sleeps. I type with one hand, just as I’ve done so many times nursing the boys. From the next room I hear John and Jonah watching the Hulk, Thor, Iron Man, Captain America, Hawkeye and Black Widow fight the forces of evil. The roar of it vibrates the couch.
His hair smells like lavender and almond oil. My arm is damp and salty. Together we steam like warm tortillas. He moans as he wakes, clearly miserable, but Jonah gets a laugh out of him by repeatedly running forward and backward across the room. In his striped pajamas (and the fast-forward way he moves) he could be straight out of a silent movie jailbreak scene. When his show devolves into a full out manic crash-for-all, I suggest a walk.