Today I decided that playing around with shadow and directional light would be fun.
And for once, when I set out to do an exercise just for the fun of it, I actually had fun doing it.
As for the drawing itself, I can’t say why the woman is scared, maybe someone is after her, maybe she is just practicing for an acting audition… who knows, it’s open ended like that
yeah, I might have slacked off a bit on my personal project for the last couple of days
yesterday I was at a lecture on interaction design.
The speaker was the creative director of Ideo (which is a interaction design consulting firm), and he talked allot about the esthetic value of product. He argued that when creating something, you should think of form as well as function. This might not have been a very groundbreaking statement, but it did lead me to making this design.
At some point during the lecture he brought up insulin pumps, and I figured that I would create the worst insulin pump that I could come up with. the only thing it needed was to be kind of pretty.
So here it is, the worst insulin self-injection pump in the world. I am pretty sure that this machine would inject you with a lethal dose of insulin if you actually attempted to use it, so it might be good for those suicidal diabetics out there. for the rest of you though, I would stay away from this design.
you know that feeling that you are forgetting something important?
One of the reasons that I started to run a daily blog again, was that I was tired of not being able to see the progress that I had made over the last couple of years.
I know this might sound egotistical, but I love flipping through old work to see what kind of progress I have made. It is something between a confidence boost and an exercise.
one of the things I like best is seeing those pieces that didn’t work and planning how I would do those now that I am able to execute what the idea was at the time.
I think this piece will be one of those pieces I will look back on and think “look at how bad I was at the beginning of 2013”
I have mentioned earlier that I practice daily. Beyond what I do upload here on this blog, I try to add one hour of practice from reference.
I mostly do this because I need to. I would love to be one of those people who just know perspective, colour and light instinctively, but I’m not. So right now, practice is the thing.
I refer to myself as chubby. I am definitely not fat, but I am well on my way there; which is why I aught to work out. I aught to want to be active and very aware of my own body and health, but I really am not.
Now, I could make a bunch of excuses, like how I have no money for a gym membership or am much too busy to work out, but none of that really hold up.
I think the main reason why I don’t work out, is because it is boring and I hate it.
I know that sounds childish, but it the honest to god truth. for some reason, I just cannot get into standing around lifting and tugging and running and sweating. I get bored around the 30 minute mark and then the rest of the time is just a slow countdown to the time I can get out of there.
At the end of the day, I am aware that I need to do it, for my own well being and if I want to be hot… I’m just not going to start right now.
I have adopted a mantra as of late, as you might be able to tell from the title of this post, that mantra is “be professional”
This might seem like a bit of an obvious mantra, as it should come organically to someone who has decided to update his blog daily for an entire year, but it really doesn’t seem to be the case.
In fact, I have found myself glued to sites like tumblr and 9gag for the entire month that I have had this blog going on a daily basis.
What I am hoping to do, is remind myself that if I don’t behave like an adult, the work suffers and if the work suffers I might lose followers. It is a vicious circle if I end up slacking, so I better get my act together
as I have mentioned a couple of times, I am broke, so for the first time in my life I am living exclusively off of food I have fished out of a dumpster.
The phenomenon that I am currently taking part in is called dumpster diving and a person who eats exclusively from a dumpster is called a “freegan”. In my neighbourhood I have two dumpsters that I frequent, both belong to supermarkets in the same chain.
For those of you who are squeamish I would advice turning away now, because this might get a bit… descriptive.
I am not your average dumpster diver. Most people I know who do it are somewhat selective when they dive. Most only take things that you can be sure haven’t gone bad. Things like fruit and vegetables are therefore quite popular (and of cause candy, if you can find it).
I myself am not one of these squeamish divers (yes, I am shortening it down, because that is how cool I am) I take anything I can get my hands on. I luckily have a strong stomach, so I can eat most things, even still I do take some gambles every now and again.
For one, I never shy away from eating dumpster meat. I know that sounds gross, but hear me out; I never take anything that isn’t in it’s original packaging and I always sniff it as soon as I get home. I always cook the hell out of the meat that I get from these dumpsters and to this day I have never puked.
My life as a “freegan” (I kind of love that name by the way) has lasted a couple of months now and will probably continue until my financial situation stabilizes.
Sylvester Hansen