”Cut and paste beats and all the downtempo quirks you’d find in a Tokyo backalley bar.” - Shamelessly plugging Nathan Chan’s awesome work. But really, it’s good.
http://phondupe.bandcamp.com/
In an orator, the acuteness of the logicians, the wisdom of the philosophers, the language almost of poetry, the memory of lawyers, the voice of tragedians, the gesture almost of the best actors, is required. Nothing therefore is more rarely found among mankind than a consummate orator.
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Hiroshima Full Moon
Fresh View
I’m back! Does anyone still follow me? I stopped drawing for a while and focused on design, code and went on an adventure in Japan. The break gave me a fresh view of my work and now I cringe at their drabness and muddied colours. Not to say I hate it all, but I can see the flaws. Working hard is good and all but you can get tunnel vision, too focused on the details.
On an unrelated note - As much as I love Tumblr and it’s incessant stream of images, I sometimes miss old school blogging. Where people actually write things, even if it is embarrassing, poorly written or just venting about their day. At least it’s unique to them, y’know? Not just some reblog of some random meme that you can never really trace back to the original creator.
Anyway, till next time. Adios.
Mt Fuji (Taken with instagram)
Taken with instagram
Hiroshima - Atomic Bomb Dome (Taken with instagram)
I know it’s been quiet here, so here’s the initial sketch that I based my last painting. Lately I’ve been poking around on Dribbble, some amazingly talented people on that site. Be sure to follow if you’re a member!
The Man with a Turnip for a Head
This fellow called Fred,
Instead of a head,
Had a turnip on top of his neck
And the children would jeer,
For he looked pretty queer,
And the grown-ups would shout ‘bloody heck!’
Twas a troublesome sight,
To go walking at night,
And stumble upon the strange chap
So to stem the surprise,
In shocked onlookers eyes,
Fred fashioned himself a large cap
Then he drove into town,
But with his hat down,
He couldn’t see where he was headed
A terrible crash,
Turned Fred’s head to mash,
Yes, he was most certainly deaded
The moral herein,
Is that one cannot win,
When ashamed of one’s natural quirks
So parade them with pride,
Never hide them inside,
For fear of offending life’s jerks
by Metaphorest
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This is my interpretation of a character for a collaboration over at www.hitrecord.org, they’re trying to get something together for Sundance and everyone is brainstorming ideas based on the original poem and Gary Oldman’s wonderful reading.
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