Monday, 27 July 2009

Indulging in my text fetish. From illustrator to photoshop, the lovely blippo light sf font. In illustrator, I tried to do what I do when I play with pen on paper by improvising connections from letter to letter finding little paralells and spaces - playing basically. In photoshop, I used gradients to combine warm and cool colours. I love the baby blue with the orange and browns.

Monday, 1 June 2009

I'm not sure how this will look. I was playing around with the image in photoshop. I'm still not 100% when choosing what file to do image, and the size etc. I am used creating images for print and I did these on the 'web' setting to see what happened.

I wanted them to look as if they had been coloured with paint and pastel on a nicely textured canvas. There is so much choice of colours and tones in these programmes - so many ways to play; you really have to know what you are looking for. I did not and chose the green and blue combinations because they resonated with me most, at-the-time (I'll probably hate this tomorrow!).

Friday, 29 May 2009

I couldn't sleep last night. I started doodling late in the evening and before I knew it, hours had passed and I had Quiz Call in the background as a soundtrack. Viewers who called in were charged £1, whether or not their call was selected. They had to find a word to put before 'ball', with the chance of winnning up to £1000. The way they pulled those callers in was genius. I didn't make a call, of course, I just doodled, and the above is the result.

The pictures could be clearer, but I hope you get the idea (click). I used graphics pens ( .10, .50, .35), a brush pen, 0.5 pencil, and blue and yellow coloured pencils. It's the first time I have documented a piece if work in stages. The banner is in Italian and it says, "Mi sento compiuto e completo in cio che", which translates as, "I feel full, complete and whole in who I am".

Thursday, 28 May 2009

The sun is shining. Great!
I took this picture whilst walking to Kilburn High Road last week (23.05.09). The yellow shoes just sat there on the wall. They seemed to have found an honest accompaniment in the familiar yet dulcet tones of the English ivy. If the shoes and the ivy merged, they would give birth to Shivy, with a curious chartreuse glow.