I've been away from my day work due to what is potentially a wicked little nugget of minerals in my kidneys, so while I played New Girl in the background and let my cat jump around the apartment, I made this print. Yeah...I probably shouldn't have been watching television, as the whole premise is about entertainment norms that keep us tied down when they become big parts of our daily routines. Something to work on, right? Hope you enjoy it!
Another piece of the Peopletown identity has finally arrived! I've been focusing my efforts on social media and Peopletownart.com which is fine and dandy, but now it's nice to be able to share what I do professionally with people face to face. Keep an eye out for these cards (or just let me know if you want one). They're pretty kickin'!
In a mildly cringed moment I realized that making GIFs (pronounced with a hard "G" cause I like that pronunciation better) is really easy to do, and I could have been doing this for a while. If you're interested in learning how, this is where the ball started rolling for me: http://veerle.duoh.com/design/article/creating_an_animated_gif_in_illustrator_photoshop
So now I can't get enough of them. It's like I'm in the third grade, I've learned how to do a magic trick, and I just can't wait for show and tell. So, here are a few more. Enjoy, and if you like throw me some ideas you might like to see turned into GIFs.
Pick up a pencil and put it to paper. If you don't, you will both slowly wither away.
He could almost smell the chicken sandwich glowing on the television screen in the corner. Mayo and ketchup pouring down like waterfalls of the world with clouds of sesame seed buns puffing and puffing round and around. A quick burst of logo and cut of frame and the smell of fast food changed into that of a twenty-something year old male modeling jeans - the fruity tang of mousse and tropical cologne with a musky hint of camera-light sweat. He rubbed his fingers on his own thigh and imagined that his pants felt like the crispy dark denim in those pixels. The screen flashed again, this time back to green grass and timbre-deep men dissecting scenes from recent American football games. He personally thought the effort and devotion required to fill an hour with elaborate statistical discussion of hunky men tossing a ball was a bit superfluous, but then again, the general nature of human activity is expendable. Disinterested, he looked over at the cash register. Flannel Shirt with Skinny Jeans was ordering a macchiato upside-down with triple shots. He took a sip of his iced coffee and thought about how overblown some people can be. Swallowing with a muted “gulp,” he let his tongue fumble around with the straw as he let his eyes glide over to Blondes at the window-side table. One of them had her hair in a ponytail, the other in a braid. He tried hard to think of which style he liked best - Ponytails are playful, energetic, fun . . . but Braids are more refined, self-sufficient, mature. Both had nice hair, like soft feathers of an angel cascading in gold, but he eventually picked Ponytail and watched her for a few more moments. She had nice teeth as she talked and just the right amount of freckles to offset her pore-less skin. She took a kiss of her latte that left a little fluff of foam on her upper lip. He thought this was cute, and as she daintily wiped it off with a small embarrassed smile, he was glad he picked Ponytail.
Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!
He looked down at his mobile; it was an acquaintance calling. He stared for a moment at the screen, looking blankly at the name and the icons blinking back at him. He hated phones - always interrupting. He imagined the phone starting to melting. Green plastic and glass rushing into small rivers quicker and quicker across the table, dripping off into a sizzle on the floor. A coffee cup starts to shrivel in the puddle of molten product, and the table begins to soften underneath. Liquid drips down onto his pants, burning holes into the cloth. The puddles start to flow across the rest of the shop, broiling everything they touch. Flannel Shirt with Skinny Jeans sinks slowly and silently into a puddle as he dully waits for his coffee. Blondes casually get up and say goodbye to each other, hugging with grateful laughter for a pleasant afternoon. Their chairs and table gently dissolve into the floor. Braid starts melting first, and her parting words are directed to Ponytail’s face, then throat . . . then belly . . . knees . . . feet . . . gone. Ponytail turns with a smile and meets his gaze. The entire room around them is turning into burning goo, but they are both a part of the same moment - together. His heart starts to beat faster, and in his lovestruck panic he is able to send up a friendly wave. As Ponytail starts to reduce into the floor, she waves back at him with her perfect little hands until the tips of her fingers finally ooze into soup.
He hates phones - always interrupting . . .
I've been trying my hand at what I think is a "Pop Punk Doodle" style.
This is my hand...
Fine day to you, and welcome! To begin, the direction of this blog is, as most, a place to throw ideas and projects around and see how they float. Like the image below, there really is no larger context behind what's posted...at least not yet. And that's the exciting word - "yet." I want a place where writings and designs can be formed and connected in public view, with input from you people. I am excited to be venturing into a digital presence, and I hope in the coming days to expand updates into other social media platforms. Bear with me in this growing and learning process; it's going to be a bit bumpy, but I think it will be fun!
Everyone lives in Peopletown.
There are no exclusions, exceptions,
omissions, absences or oversights.
Everyone, everywhere, exists…
Bonnie from Hellsbank lives in Peopletown.
Ron from Clistford lives in Peopletown.
Even Fregga from the other side of
the tracks lives in Peopletown,
and most people would think she didn’t.
This is a simple place
where simple places thrive
and where simply everything takes place.
So go on…
slink out of bed,
slip on your shoes,
zip up your coat,
and step outside
Everyone is waiting for you.