“I don’t think about what I make in an art context. I make things that exist in the world. I’m just lucky/unlucky enough that it fits in this niche."
Tom Sachs visited Pratt tonight and it was awesome.
Everything he said was memorable— and he said MANY things, from talking about artistic integrity, work ethic, to barbie slave ships and dumpster diving in SOHO back in ‘80. It was awe inspiring.
One topic that particularly resonated with me came from his answer to a question from an audience member. The question itself was very long and didn’t make much sense (imo, and the opinions of other people who turned their heads to the side and were like ‘whuuuttttt?’) But Sachs’ answer was graceful and inspiring and it went something along the lines of this from as best as I could write down:
It’s all real—nothing’s fake. It’s just unauthorized. We have an advantage over Apple, Sony, and other ‘big builders’—They can’t show their finger prints or that a human was here. So you’ve got to elevate the love you put into that. That is the only advantage you have over Apple… and you will kill yourself trying to keep up with it.
It’s also what I wrote down that best stood alone and didn’t need too much context. Otherwise I’d also mention his quotes about pencil marks, cum stains and “soapium”, because this lecture was that funky and uninhibited.
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Art is meant to be asked that question repeatedly, endlessly— Design is just the same, except the answers are less subjective. And so basically, as a designer, you stoopid if u dunno why you done did what you did. So one’s got to sharpen their designer mind and, in effect, sharpen their designer answers.
But quite frankly, typography still ELUDES m
Besides the basics of don’t do that^^^, and don’t use comic sans, stay away from algerian, and papyrus is the devil, life has not even begun to cast the spell to galvanize upon my measly presence a wicked transformation of the ages into an all-powerful puppet master of timeless typefaces for effective communication reaching into eternity. But typography is definitely the class that currently inspires me the most.
Now on the more fixed aspect of that class, I’m working on designing a 24 paged project. This is a first draft of my pamphlet cover for a hypothetical conference.
My previous CommD professor fb chatted me from Utica with this photo.
Since switching into an Advertising major I can barely find time to do illustrations for fun (or anything for fun haha), but I absolutely had to do something about it today after a trip to Midtown Comics left me in looooove with the cover of FBP. I bought the issue. It’s so awesome it’s the kind of prized possession I’d want to put in a paper bag and creepily slip to a friend like a sanctified drug.
So being greatly inspired by the style of artist Robbie Rodriguez, I made a self-portrait.
*Aaaaand I’ve drawn a pineapple so ugly I’ve nowhere to put it— But I really like pineapples, so I just cant throw it away either
Listening to sad Beyonce songs and packing
If you’ve ever had a journal, you’ll understand what I’m about to say. And if you’ve never, hopefully you will want to get on that.
I lost my journal that I’d started in the 1st of January, 2013 and without it in my hands I’ve also let slip the huge chunk of my year it served to perpetuate. I’m heart broken. I will never love again.
jk I brought myself to order another one after 3 weeks of waiting and hoping. Since I can be a sentimental sap sometimes, I’m going to start this one the day I turn 20 this summer.
So here’s to new memories and new entries and new pug sketches and note to self: don’t ever ever ever write anyone else’s address in your journal for safekeeping because the thought that whoever found it may have sent it to them is smallkine eating me alive but no big deal. You know.
I have this characteristic where upon first meeting me, perhaps you’d think i’m a serious person. But really it just takes a bit of time for me to warm up to someone and if you stick around, you’d notice in like 5 years that really i’m not all that serious at all.
In fact lately i’ve been having to serve out the phrase “k dude real talk time tho—” because i need such a landmark to switch gears. Even right now i may be trying more than feels natural to ease into a real-talk-moment, but really all i keep imagining in my head is the fuzzy recollection of when william hung was viral. Why is that so? Well, life would be a lot easier if i undermined my own stood. But while i am instead the way i am, i like to think that i might as well have fun with it. I am not a serious person.
K real talk time tho, i’ve been thinking a lot lately about the people who come and go in our lives, and the percentage that is influenced by the urges of the universe. When is it out of our hands, and also when is it our own grasp on our reality that could change everything? What decides who we get to share our epic experiences with, or who we are fated to know for only the briefest moment of what could have been the greatest journey?
The biggest tease in life is not knowing ever for real. But i do believe in how the best control we can have over anything, is in our efforts in being a good person. Then, the universe works its voodoo ways. The rest is remembering to be grateful for when trolls do end up in the dungeon, and that great epics are also born out of good kids. And through my life’s strange happenings so far, i wanna say that i am so, so glad for my friendships that have come to be.