This is a lil poster I just did.
Hi there. I’m in a class aptly called, “Deathmatch.” Each week, we receive a new assignment. By Saturday 8PM we have to turn in our creative briefs. Buy Tuesday 8PM (just a lil while ago), we have to have the project completely finished and into the professor.
Yes, this is as crazy as it sounds. But it’s also such a rush and good for developing SPEEEEED with projects. Below you’ll find the results of my most recent project (minus the POP and the Stickers I did)…
We were instructed to create our own line of “Vinyl/Urban/Fugitive Toys” Perhaps you don’t know about these things. You can read more about them here.
My concept is developed around Japanese Aikido…loosley. I call these critters Kototomas. They are spirits that live in the sound forest and they can only communicate with sound vibrations. That’s the gist.
I had to do it:
I Did. And it was made of Sweet Potato and Bourbon.
Indeed yesterday was my 29th. The internet censorship campaign kicked off. That’s brilliant I say. Also, this poem by Charles Wright is what I read yesterday morning. I think it made sense for my day of birth:
Yard Work
I think that someone will remember us in another time,
Sappho once said-more or less-
Her words caught
Between the tongue’s tip and the first edge of the invisible.
I hope so, myself now caught
Between the edge of the landscape and the absolute,
Which is the same place, and the same sound,
That she made.
Meanwhile, let’s stick to business.
Everything else does, the landscape, the absolute, the invisible.
My job is yard work-
I take this inchworm, for instance, and move it from here to there.
I have the greatest friends on the planet, no doubt. This morning we all gathered at West Egg Cafe, 16 of us, and mingled and had a great time talking to one another. It was fun for me to look around and take stock in the people that have made my life worth it all. No one comes close.
After Brunch, a few of us wandered to the West Midtown train yards, with cans of spray paint and tried to leave our mark. Here’s mine:
It’s what I’m telling myself at least.
It’s okay to fire clients.
It’s okay to be irreverant.
Sorry is overused.
