An ghost image continuing to appear in one’s vision after the exposure to the original has ceased.
Showing posts with label ambigram. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ambigram. Show all posts
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
A Matter of Perspective
The design above is from a work in progress of a rubber stamp I was going to carve, but lost both steam and motivation to finish it. I still like the concept, though the ambigram of the word perspective is tough to read, and the half full / half empty glass artwork doesn’t looks correct when the artwork is above of the word.
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It is sometimes very hard to stay motivated and believe in what you are doing when those around you — at work, within a group you are / were a part of, friends, former friends, acquaintances, total strangers, newspaper and radio headlines, talking heads on TV, etc. — are stressing the negatives of life constantly and continually. In fact, they celebrate and revel in the negatives.
I have a pretty good life. I feel very fortunate that I do have a job, and it is one that I love doing. It has changed over the years, but that isn’t a bad thing. The key is to find a balance, and if there isn’t one, then create one somehow.
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Below are some quotes from A. A. Milne’s character Eyore:“Oh bother, what does it matter they are going to do what they want anyways.”
”Eeyore,” said Owl, “Christopher Robin is giving a party.”
“Very interesting,” said Eeyore. “I suppose they will be sending me down the odd bits which got trodden on. Kind and Thoughtful. Not at all, don't mention it.”
“Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning,” he said. “Which I doubt,” said he.
“Why, what's the matter?”
“Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it.”
“Can't all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
“Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.”
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So how does one handle oneself around people that feel that they absolutely deserve and entitled to something just for being, and not that they need to make positive events happen for themselves, but rather complain and gossip to everyone they come in contact with, and take no personal responsibility?
How does one maintain the perspective that your glass is never half empty?
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A few days after I started this post, I came across this identity by Helms Workshop. Very simply, nicely handled.
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A few days after I started this post, I came across this identity by Helms Workshop. Very simply, nicely handled.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Love Knows No Bounding Box, Pt. 2
| The final four! |
| The ambigram printed 8-up on a sheet of temporary tattoo paper from http://temporarytattoopaper.net I let it dry for 36 hours. |
| I trimmed the paper and the adhesive sheet in half, and the peeled back the the adhesive sheet to begin to apply it. |
| Cut apart |
| My first attempt failed as it was way too humid in the bathroom after our shower, and the tattoo curled up on itself. My second attempt -- success! |
Monday, February 7, 2011
Love Knows No Bounding Box
I decided to use an ambigram of the word love, so that it could be read in different orientations of my arm. I drew it on using a thin purple Sharpie. I think I freaked a few people in my department that day who thought it might be real. No one said a thing to me, but then again, I do wear a silver hoop earring, and for years had a ponytail.
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| Made up of 60 invisible points |
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| Screenshot of bounding box |
I thought it might be interesting if the bounding box was broken open and reflected [and a working title became Love Breaking Bounding Boxes], but the design was getting too busy looking. So eliminating the bounding box from the design led to a simplified message, as well as title of the design. This year, rather than drawing the design onto my arm, I’m creating a temporary tattoo to apply. I’ll post a photo of the final applied image hopefully later this week.
So this year, I encourage you to show support for everyone everywhere battling the demons depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide by writing love on your arm.
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