These are a couple of icons I made, for the fund drive. The background images in Sele's and MM's are not mine. I just positioned them in a pretty way. The rest is all me. =) This little baby came about during the rest to post my interview. I could not figure out how to post audio. So I decided to just make a simple image so windows movie makers would work. I think it turned out pretty well.
I have decided to expand on my showcase a bit. Instead of having just graphical art, it could use some poetry. It was something I use to do ALL the time. I think it's time to dust off a few notebooks and try some. Bridget's Show By Cerulean LightHeart Oh here you are, with your red refreshing lies. Score one for the crowd. This certainly is the same spectacle, playing on our naive belief that blood can change. We watch you do that tricky dance, that one we have watched before we knew the finale. When will it change? When will you switch the tune? Shows are boring with the same line and plot. It becomes a broken record. Does the thought of change ever appear? Is it hard to see past the stage lights? Can't happy endings be a matter of the performer's will? This show is the same. I believe there is a fresh show, next door. Goodbye, blood.
Critique has been requested! I really like the "red" and "blood" being two very strong words at the beginning and I assumed that would be a theme carried through; some kind of play of words that evoke blood and battle that carries throughout the whole poem. I'm glad you went back and mentioned blood again at the end, but I was a little surprised that similar words didn't show up throughout the piece. (Though for some reason I even thought of "fresh meat" when I read "fresh show", so it did get carried along the last two lines.) I'm having a hard time picturing what Bridget's show is in the concrete. I assume you're trying to have the reader think about the performance and how it's dead and everyone in the audience knows it, but I'm having a hard time picturing exactly what you mean by the questions because I can't picture the performance. And what does blood have to do with this performance, exactly. Or what's the narrator's relationship with Bridget. The answers to these questions should at least be hinted at. I think you're going somewhere pretty interesting with this, but I also think the "show not tell" adage would work better for it than asking open-ended questions in the middle. I also really like the idea at the end of "I can just choose something else to see." - wonder what that means for our lives...
Well, I suppose I should give a little back story then. xD Because this was originally just intended for me to read and was made up in about 15min. Anyways, Bridget is my older sister. (blood) Lately her behavior has become a bit of a routine and it wasn't good to begin with (lies, DUI, etc.) The questions were intended to be silent pleads for something better for her to show, because I have have more or less watching then actually participating. I appreciate the critique and I hope that my..."explanations?" help expand in your interpretation of this piece. Filling in the blanks is helpful, for me. Because, ultimately, interpretation is a huge part of art in general. Thank you, Elyd. =)
Your business card is looking good. Very clear but still visually interesting. But I would considering subtracting some of the circles and maybe turning down the opacity of some of them. I'm assuming your contact information would be on the back, yeah? If anything I would suggest one piece of contact information to be on the front with your name and occupation, preferably your phone number or an e-mail and all other relevant information on the back.
I want to be profound By Cerulean I want to be profound, and have or say moments capturing something worthwhile, something that matters, I want to be able to have such an essence that people can look, and honestly say I was not a waste of sweaty energy on my parents wedding night, but I might, be just that person who may be meant to fail, and inspire others to do follow some odd blazen path I took trying to find myself. It escapes me. Maybe if I know which or what why, I would be able to contend with my failures as easily as other people pretend to, and brace myself better for a potential fall, But no. Life works in such a sneaky way as to have us find out what we are on our own, Like a mall Santa begging you to pull his beard, I rip off as many beards as I can find, Hoping to find the one that's real. I hope the santa won't mind the impromtu shaving. Then maybe I find something that matters. Or maybe someone can find me. Either works.
Here are two poems. They are entirely unedited (besides the visual coding im adding right now) and from the top of my head. Which makes me happy that when I asked, people said they liked them. Undefined It keeps me awake The dark part of my brain Where the lies secrete and creep Keeping me from my precious sleep It’s where they come from My fibs and sins make do with what power is left over from trying to stay The place you can never find It’s undefined That will always be remembered Harsh words and violents thoughts are neighbors in a chemical community That place I can’t locate and cut out with a knife skillfully They never helpfully call out and say “hey come kill me!” So we live together Them staying around long enough to keep me from sleep Finding You I wander around this green and empty house Grasping hope and patience just to find you Believing somewhere between sheets That this has not to bid me adieu Oh, baby you did not even leave a card This new hurt forces my knees to the floor You don't want me anymore? Why did you go? I wanted to love you when I got home To kiss in between specks of sun Bring me back from all the horrible things we done It was you who never wanted to be alone
Let's Try I know what happened and how you feel We worked hard to get this close My hands cradled your reddening cheek bones Thrice lunation has passed and it still has not healed Your world was cut down by face less ghosts Set ablaze by that sly wielder of fire and brimstone leaving you alone Watching you finish the job seems like a parochial way to turn It's over now so stop trying to continue the calming burns A heart can only, for so long, kneel Give it more and it will be fated to destruction I promise you that much, it's more than an unreal ideal Pushing is a prominent reintroduction of hurt and happiness is deducted I would give anything for you to realize it's effects more than sleeves conceal Please, take my hand, and the salvation destination will be where you are abducted -or- I know what happened and how you feel We worked hard to get this close My hands cradled your reddening cheek bones Thrice lunation has passed and it still has not healed Your world was cut down by face less ghosts Set ablaze by that sly wielder of fire and brimstone leaving you alone Watching you finish the job seems like a parochial way to turn It's over now so stop trying to continue the calming burns A heart can only, for so long, kneel Give it more and it will be fated to a sad demise I promise you that much, it's more than an unreal ideal Pushing is a prominent intro of hurt and happiness is lies I would give anything for you to realize it's effects more than sleeves conceal Please, take my hand, and a place of freedom from the emotional chain will be where you arise Which do you prefer?
The first was my entry for the banner contest. Great job to the winners! The second is a graphic for a group. =D
