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Friday, November 6, 2009
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Monday, October 5, 2009
Remembering Summertime
Summer 2009. We got crazy, we let loose. That pretty much sums it up. I have to say, I'm extremely grateful for my friends who tag me in their photos because I can remember where I've been, what I was doing, and most importantly, who I was with. I'm not going to lie, summer of 2009 made for some of the best days of my life. Clubs, beaches, island roadtrips, parks, crashing hotel pools, etc. all with my most favorite people in the world. We've all moved along into different things and different places but my hope and wish is that every summer will be just as epic as 09. Cheers!
Friday, October 2, 2009
... is mightier than the word.
What is the primary goal of graphic design? Fundamentally, graphic design is information; it is information expressed visually, but unlike written language which is also visual, design is far more primal. The pictorial origins of our own alphabet came out of graphic representations of animals, objects, and people. When one looks at a striking graphic piece, it is a phenomenon-- a sensation that affects a person to the core. Graphic design requires but only a few seconds to say what it would take 5 minutes for any given written work to communicate.
"And the TONGUE is a fire: the world of iniquity among our members is the tongue, which defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the wheel of nature, and is set on fire by hell." James 3:6
"The pen is mightier than the sword." Edwar Bulwer-Lytton
Much has been said about the importance and the power of the word to communicate, however I believe the thing same could and should be said about graphic design. For this reason, I have chosen to develop my skill in graphic design. I want to be able to tap into that primal part of the mind. I want to be able to directly access a person's mind and soul to make an immediate impact. I find myself fortunate to posses additional forms of communication than those typically possessed by the general public. While most people communicate through natural conventions such as speech, writing, and body language, I am able express my ideas through a more direct method.
Passion and the experience of the phenomenon of design is one of the driving forces in my desire to become a graphic designer, however there are other forces at work-- forces like money, prestige, and respect-- forces which have slowly been overtaking my initial awe and wonderment of the visual form. I have been realizing that I take design for granted. My career has become the primary track that the train of my life has been rolling on, which is all fine and good. But as I have been riding along, I feel a sense of emptiness. While there is a whole wide world where design can be applied, I've been choosing to focus my lens on the land of the commercial.
Like many of the great designers throughout the years I have yet to find a way to reconcile my needs to make a living and the place that I came from when I initially started this thing and to share that with others.
"And the TONGUE is a fire: the world of iniquity among our members is the tongue, which defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the wheel of nature, and is set on fire by hell." James 3:6
"The pen is mightier than the sword." Edwar Bulwer-Lytton
Much has been said about the importance and the power of the word to communicate, however I believe the thing same could and should be said about graphic design. For this reason, I have chosen to develop my skill in graphic design. I want to be able to tap into that primal part of the mind. I want to be able to directly access a person's mind and soul to make an immediate impact. I find myself fortunate to posses additional forms of communication than those typically possessed by the general public. While most people communicate through natural conventions such as speech, writing, and body language, I am able express my ideas through a more direct method.
Passion and the experience of the phenomenon of design is one of the driving forces in my desire to become a graphic designer, however there are other forces at work-- forces like money, prestige, and respect-- forces which have slowly been overtaking my initial awe and wonderment of the visual form. I have been realizing that I take design for granted. My career has become the primary track that the train of my life has been rolling on, which is all fine and good. But as I have been riding along, I feel a sense of emptiness. While there is a whole wide world where design can be applied, I've been choosing to focus my lens on the land of the commercial.
Like many of the great designers throughout the years I have yet to find a way to reconcile my needs to make a living and the place that I came from when I initially started this thing and to share that with others.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Dead Leaves
At any given time throughout the year Hawaii will more or less be undeniably beautiful, sunny, and comfortable. Heavy clothes required for survival in blistering cold are never needed. People can generally walk around freely without having to worry about so much as a sunburn and the threat of mild ridicule from a few tan lines. This fact about Hawaii makes for a wonderful place to visit and even to live.
My life up til the past few years has been very temperate and sunny; relatively free of responsibility and worry. Virtually anything I needed was provided for me in the shelter of my home, family, and friends. However, I never stopped wanting something more: to be independent and to experience life on my own terms. Such a desire has lead me to pursue my dreams, and of course it would mean I'd travel to the place of which many a wistful song have been written.
Season changes are far more evident in California in relation to Hawaii. The air begins to get cooler and the days become noticeably shorter. The complete lack of humidity makes the air uncomfortably dry. I have to wear several layers of shirts and jackets not even for comfort, but mainly not to be blue with hypothermia. Often times the season changes here make me wish that I could be back home. However, sometimes it's beautiful to experience change.
As I have moved out to California, my responsibilities and anxiety about life have piled up like dead leaves. My world has tilted away from the sun, away from my sources of life, comfort, and security. Now, I have to face the cold chill of the "real life" where I have to don the parka of responsibility and adulthood. But this is what I've always wanted. I have the opportunity to explore the vast wilderness of the world, the excitement of life, and try to create something for myself and hopefully a foundation for those that come after me.
As much as I wish to be forever in the place that represents what I've always known to be secure and carefree, I know that at the very least it will always be there, and that I can always find comfort in a place where the seasons never change; where the seasons are perpetually frozen in warmth.
My life up til the past few years has been very temperate and sunny; relatively free of responsibility and worry. Virtually anything I needed was provided for me in the shelter of my home, family, and friends. However, I never stopped wanting something more: to be independent and to experience life on my own terms. Such a desire has lead me to pursue my dreams, and of course it would mean I'd travel to the place of which many a wistful song have been written.
Season changes are far more evident in California in relation to Hawaii. The air begins to get cooler and the days become noticeably shorter. The complete lack of humidity makes the air uncomfortably dry. I have to wear several layers of shirts and jackets not even for comfort, but mainly not to be blue with hypothermia. Often times the season changes here make me wish that I could be back home. However, sometimes it's beautiful to experience change.
As I have moved out to California, my responsibilities and anxiety about life have piled up like dead leaves. My world has tilted away from the sun, away from my sources of life, comfort, and security. Now, I have to face the cold chill of the "real life" where I have to don the parka of responsibility and adulthood. But this is what I've always wanted. I have the opportunity to explore the vast wilderness of the world, the excitement of life, and try to create something for myself and hopefully a foundation for those that come after me.
As much as I wish to be forever in the place that represents what I've always known to be secure and carefree, I know that at the very least it will always be there, and that I can always find comfort in a place where the seasons never change; where the seasons are perpetually frozen in warmth.
Monday, September 7, 2009
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