I love my job. I love the challenges I’m presented with daily. This challenge in particular was ridiculous. A local church was hiring an Elvis impersonator to come help with some type of charity event and our agency was going to help design some posters to help advertise the event. So I was presented with [...]
Archive for April, 2008
Elvis
Posted in work, tagged church, Elvis, photoshop, Saint, statue on April 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Muse
Posted in art, tagged arm, art, guitar, muse, photoshop, sketches on April 26, 2008 | 1 Comment »
This was the final image I created for a contest I didn’t win.
I love it…but in retrospect…I’m not a huge fan of the color scheme. It’s a little bright. And primary.
I think I like the muted version (at the top of the page) better.
here’s a larger version:
http://img521.imageshack.us/my.php?image=muse03mp4.jpg
Apollo’s House
Posted in art, tagged Apollo, art, clouds, contest, escalator, lighting, myth, photoshop, tree house, trees on April 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This was the 3rd piece I entered in that photoshop contest. The idea was rooted in the Greek story of Apollo and Daphne which is why the trees are women. I can’t really explain the escalator other than I thought it would be pretty pimp for a treehouse. Especially a God’s treehouse.
I think this piece [...]
Surrender Dorothy
Posted in art, tagged art, dog, dorothy, dramatic sky, light, machine, photoshop, yellow brick road on April 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Recently, I entered a photoshop contest.
Each week we were given 5 random images
to manipulate in any way we wanted, this was one of the images I entered.
I really like how this one turned out and I think the idea was cool.
The smoking red slippers make me smile.
For a hi-res looksie:
http://img522.imageshack.us/my.php?image=surrenderdorothylokb7.jpg
currents
Posted in poem, tagged albatross, currents, drifting, gypsies, storms on April 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
a little bit of hope.
a little bit of laughter.
usually not for me.
I’ll just hang with my albatross,
with shoes about to drop.
I’ll just sit here and anchor
against storms.
a sociopath’s gift for smiling when others do.
I’ll breathe later
when it’s safe
and no one’s looking
and the chatter stills
and the tide goes out
and i drift
on gypsy currents.
Go To Sleep (Little Man Being Erased)
Posted in songs, tagged monsters, music, radiohead, rag and bone, sleep, song on April 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Rag and Bone men went house to house collecting rags (to be sold and made into fabric) and bones (sold and made into glue.) For years, this has not really meant anything to me.
Lately, though, these lyrics have taken on a more personal meaning. Rag and bone men, loonies, monsters…they’re all a little more weird [...]
Abstinence smells like Ramen Noodles
Posted in musings, tagged abstinence, pasta, ramen, universe on April 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
More specifically, the smell of Ramen noodles
could be mistaken for the smell of abstinence.
I dreamt that last night.
I don’t know what it means,
but I’m sure it’s a universal truth.
dogs and wine bottles
Posted in poem, tagged compost, dogs, sunlight, wine bottles on April 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
laying down.
a compost heap.
waiting to break up
or break down
over the next thirty or forty years.
sunlight amplifies,
green, through empty bottles
in air that turns
and smells like wet dogs.
over homework she said
Posted in poem, tagged daughter, homework, love on April 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
sometimes you say “I love you” and even though you mean it, you say it out of habit. My youngest daughter replied “I love you too” during homework one day, and then a moment later, “I really do.” It was so heartfelt and honest it made me want to take back all the “I love [...]
cemeteries at stop lights
Posted in poem, tagged cemetery, cursed, daughter, hold breath, stop lights, worms on April 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
one day my daughter and I were trying to figure out why there weren’t more worms on the driveway considering how much it had rained lately. She gave me the first lines to this poem. It seemed as logical as anything else.
Later that day she and my other daughter (they’re twins) were holding their breath [...]
