Let's Play A Game; I Spy

After we completed the constructing part of the assignment we began perspective drawing, taking simple chair styles and drawing them in relation to the horizon line. I played around with where the object sat according to the horizon line and decided on the best fit for my seat. Prior to engaging in the final drawing (image #2) I used Inda ink and a brush for some gestural drawings to better understand perspective and how other objects would fit into my final drawing. The intricacies of the front face of my chair posed a few minor issues but they were easily sorted out. Slightly more difficult perhaps was the angle at which I cut the horizontal tabs that held the vertical panels in place (~2" apart). I had cut them so that the back tabs were at about a 30 degree angle toward the ground and the front tabs so that they were about 30 degrees in the opposite direction. This is evident from teh photos, but for drawing purposes and to maintain correct perspective they are strictly perpendicular to the vertical panels. As is evident in drawing one, my first perspective drawing. There is an aspect of incorrect perspective, can you find it?... I'm sure. My error in this was taking the front most edge of the back post and taking it back to the incorrect vantage point on the left, instead of following the angle of the front and back edges of the seat to check myself. Lesson learned and the final drawing turned out well. Even with the added surprise of having to incorporate an elephant!

Here is an Elephant Song:

A Chair, of Cardboard

The cardboard chair is complete! After an all-nighter in the design studio and copious amounts of recycled paper and discarded drawings my final product turned out looking nothing like my original idea that I was just certain was fool proof. After discovering the difficulty of making a solid cardboard box to serve as the seat for a four legged stool I essentially inverted the model and added layers of inserts for the chair seat. The three posts on the back are primarily for structural stability although with more time and effort could have been fashioned into a functioning backrest, as they are certainly stable enough for that. The chair is approximately 24"x 18"x 24" (seat) and the posts are 3.5"x 3.5" x 48". During the building process I came up with a fairly simple and sturdy idea for another kind of stool ( still about 36" in height), but as it was a matter of time and supply I was unable to construct it as well.

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.