Typography

A typography site I found that gives some great examples on how to make "dope" type graphics.
Check it out!

http://www.designdazzling.com/2010/05/30-dazzling-typography-posters/

A Page of Words for Inspiration

Water drips, power trips and I am slowly drowning in the
basement of some nineteen seventies living space where the air is always dry
and light switches send flames into the air and up my sleeve. They said it’s
the season, but my belief is that some self-righteous piece of shit has come to
sterilize me, claiming arson on the whole damn place. There’s burn marks on the
walls already, black fingerprints mapping out the way to hell, or heaven but I
have only experienced the latter. I’ve traced the path paced the carpet patio,
rug, wipe your feet, kitchen drawer, metallic in endless supply if only
everything could be check the coffee table check it off the list forgot the
shot glass in the microwave again. Curious eyes watch as an ounce of water
boils and the bacteria screams for mercy in the vacuum. This dirt devil handles
with care the likeness of the cast iron hand to those microorganisms sliming
their way through the ravines of the leafy greens in the back of the buzzing icebox.
The buzzing is now beating in regular fifteen-minute intervals and someone
forgot to empty the Tupperware that catches the drip drip dripping of the
frozen vegetables’ condensation now spilling over the lettuce and jam jars cemented
to the shelf by a corn syrup adhesive. Does anyone else notice the difficulty
in prying thrice frozen cubes from their plastic molds? Phenomenon. Like the
coffee grounds in the bottom of the wastebasket after the bag has fought for
two days to hold its ground and maintain original positioning. The poor dear,
it tried its best caved under the pressure. Digressing, the produce it rotting
from the inside out, cats in the cupboard rattling the pots like ding ding
dinging I’m searching for a vowel. What a sick and twisted game show, but I am
home in the haunt where ghosts leave their markings on the doorknobs and Dante
rests on the shelf. Back with the glass half full still hot enough to heat the
silver platter, now that’s what I call optimism. “Life's but a walking shadow,
a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard
no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying
nothing” quote the past to rectify reality, signifying stresses of the present
not like this hasn’t been done before and more eloquently at that. Back to the
light switch now charred lamps shed better light the room afraid the next crack
from an electric blue flame may ignite the butane air filled from the flick
flick flicking of bic after bic. Speaking of death, cigarette break, calls for repeat
no one calls. Shoes, patio, patio, rug, shoes, forgot the shoes earlier too
much of a rush, kitchen clean hands with watered down dish soap and this time
no microwaving the water the hot is already hot enough and we cannot forget to
pick it from the counter ripened ready to trace back through the way finding
techniques little bread crumbs left at the foot of the dresser and towards the
edge of the architects’ desk. Johnny called just in time to say hello with the
good news before bedtime, lather rinse repeat. Play the stereo radio talk in
the foreground where dust is accumulating on the books’ window. How sad it is
the characters no matter how rounded seldom feel the sunshine or the harsh
winter glaze frosting the corners of the transparency. Backs to the bindings barricade
the light passerbys barely see the ladders chained to brick so helpless. This
is heaven warm and washed, up. Dizzy peering up at rock and plant jutting from
the side of a mountain waiting to one day cover the windowsill tomorrow. The
world is white to what wanderers wonder, busy contemplating the same shit as
before and why when all is pure and innocent and cool that such fire and dark can crowd like curtains.

Project Two; Task Number One Images

Here is documentation of the process of folding the cardboard into the bench seat.
1. lay flat
2. fold legs
3. flip legs under
4. fold seat down
5. fold down arm rest flap
6. connect tab for back rest

Project Two; Task Number One

The first task of this 3D design project was to build a 'seat' out of one sheet of 4x4' cardboard. Simple? No. Lets go ahead and make this fun; this structure had to support my own body weight, and no fasteners were permitted in the construction as well as no removing pieces of the cardboard. Challenging? Yes! Without these specifications I feel like there would have been too much leeway, and that forcing myself to abide by this set of rules made me pay more attention to detail and the material itself to maximize the potential of the cardboard.

Project One; Suplementary Images

My previous post was the out come of the first project of this Spring semester, but due to my ever present procrastination I failed to mention my process in achieving the final image. Below are some of my models and ideas I had prior to settling with my cubicle office desk.

Why It Didn’t Work:

Short explanations on why my previous ideas failed.

1. Facebook. Face It.

This idea ultimately failed because of its inherent lame-ness and my inability to take adequate photos of a computer screen. I found that no matter the distance, flash, or shutter speed the computer screen was always rendered as pixilated or lined. Also, taking on social media and defining its ever- changing news feed was both overwhelming and boring. The idea was to photograph my Facebook homepage on my laptop while I was in various places around campus, my apartment and friends’ apartment’s.

2. With The Band.

My next idea was an attempt at creating a stage from various pictures taken throughout an evening of live music at the Granada. This idea was destined to fail as I was not able to spend the duration of the show taking snapshot close ups of the stage due to the masses of people.

3. Soundboard= Bored.

I really enjoyed the colors in these photos taken while I was Djing one Friday morning, but when they came together as a collage it became overwhelming as a whole. There was too much color and chaos to convey a sense of space or time and the idea was scratched.

4. The stove was by far the second most successful,but it lacked a more personal touch. ( Although it is my kitchen, dirty counters and all) I tried to incorporate too much of the surrounding area other than the stove whose solid color and lack of detail made for a dull monotone outcome.

Project One; Photomontage

The objective of this project was clearly stated as “To build an understanding of photography’s unique relationship to time and space by intentionally compressing, extending, and altering both. To build an understanding of how a 3-dimensional space is rendered on a 2-dimensional plane and how it relates to perspective.”

Personally, I find photography to be one of the most difficult mediums to work with and I completely reject the notion of photography being easy or just a matter of point and shoot to render a three dimensional object from two dimensional pieces of paper is one of the most difficult challenges I have faced as an artist and designer. I am not a photographer and have seldom worked with the medium.

All of the photos that I have compiled to create my final work have been rendered using a single iPhone. No editing, no effects, and no Photoshop. Since I was lacking a sufficient means of taking photos I decided to make use of what I did have and present it in its raw original, untouched form. From this I developed a theme to my project. I began to navigate around one word; raw. What better way to understand time and space than delving into a personal aspect of ones own life minus the theatrical effects?

To take the objective and skew it to conform to an emblem of a city or a campus was too broad and too overwhelming as well as too much of an un-relatable experience. For this project I decided to focus on myself (selfish, I know) based on the simple key word ‘understanding.’ I cannot say that I have gained much more of an understanding of myself or of my job from the subject that I chose to photograph for this project, but I do hope that this college; this arbitrary array of objects from my everyday life can impose a sort of stale excitement in the mind and eyes of those who look upon my work.
For this project I chose to photograph my workspace. Technology is evermore present in our lives and as time persists it only gains more momentum and we, human beings, are destined to succumb to its power and overwhelming sense of animate presence in our world. With my photo collage I hope to convey this presence. I work Monday thru Friday in a cubicle office with white walls, grey-blue fabric covered dividers, and windows that grant viewing privileges only to those who stand at a mere eight feet in height. The sun does not shine here in this office and when it does it is either too bright or too dull. There is a constant influx of phone calls from angry professors and irritated mothers that only amplify the clutter and chaos of the divided space. In my college I have incorporated various mediums (although this was not advised by the parameters of the project) because I felt that to convey this insanity, I would have to fill the voids with the objects I encounter on a daily basis. The phone calls and emails consistently pervade my life and as time passes I find it harder and harder to ignore their presence. From this project I have learned to accept the fundamental values of photography, but to also accept what the eye sees and what it means to the individual, attempting to exploit or explain its presence. It would have been simple to photograph a building and express its three dimensional persona and how its presence in space can be rounded out and expanded upon with numerous photos, but I abandoned this thought early on because of its lack of meaning in MY space and in MY time. My desk is where I spend my time; It is my space from 9am-5pm (as indicated by the Times New Roman name tag that reads ASHTON CAPPS a619c533) and this college is how I have rendered that space and its meaning in time.

Know What You Think, To Think About What You Know...(and then throw it in the trash)

I want to introduce this post by starting off with a summary of Plato's Allegory of The Cave. I have included a claymation video adaptation of the excerpt from his manuscript The Republic.
(www.youtube.com/watch?v=69F7GhASOdM&noredirect=1)
This interpretation does a well enough job of conveying the just of the story's moral fiber, but I do highly suggest reading the actual text or finding certain scholarly examples or interpretations.
I first came across this story in my freshman year of high school. It was required as were other worldly and depressing literature ( Dante's Inferno, 1984, Night, numerous Shakespearean writings and of course the infamous Flatland). Although these are typically college level reading I do appreciate my high school's literature department on overshooting the development of our pre-frontal cortex's at the time. The Allegory of the Cave, however, began to invade my life on many levels years after that class discussion. I have found various examples and ample situations to apply these ideas of perspective and truth. One of my favorite examples of this is Rene Magritte's surrealist painting the Treachery of Images (as seen above). The interpretation of the text states that "This is not a pipe," when in fact that is correct and Plato would most certainly agree. This is NOT a pipe, it IS, however, a painting of a pipe. Which, reflecting on Plato leads us to question whether or not the actual physical object is the real pipe or, rather, the idea that furnished the making of the physical object it the real pipe. (Dramatic pause to ponder....)
I will let your mind runaway with that though on your own blog time, for now I may make one more comparison. If we were to place a photograph of a pipe next to the painting next to the real thing next to the definition next to a man in a bathrobe holding a newspaper contemplating a mid-morning smoke; who is to tell us what is the actual pipe.
To formulate a definite opinion on this matter for the sake of time and reality we will say that the actual pipe is the 'real' pipe. This is to say that the photograph is the closest most tangible interpretation we human beings can achieve. This is not to say that this photograph of the pipe is in anyway a mirror of the object.
In the text On Photography by Susan Sontag, she elaborates on the factors that may skew a photographers attempt at mirroring reality. The most basic factor is life itself. Our capacity for emotion and feeling inherently skew reality on an individual level, although it may not be warped to you in particular, Johnny Shroom over there in the corner is interpreting this photo of a pipe as a living organism breathing fire and ready to destroy the human race in its entirety. Now, I may be exaggerating the analogy, but the point is clear. Just as emotions may change the look in your eye as you walk down the street thinking your anger is going unnoticed, this outward expression is able to prevail itself in photography as well as in other artistic mediums. The moral of this story is to attempt to view, at first, objectively and to take another person's interpretation with a grain of salt (or a dash of pepper, to each his own taste) and then attempt to view the same image or object from five other perspectives to gain a holistic understanding.