Mr. Steve Bullock. This guys alright i suppose, i hold no major fondness for him really but i thought he'd be worth at least a mention as his range of stuff is pretty eclectic within the commercial realm. Not my favoured type of work but i congratulate his malleable talent being able to deal with the particular pressures of industrial needs. It is something that feels evermore elusive in my own world...malleability?
check out his personal website...
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Monday, 7 December 2009
Dead Leaves...
This is the trippiest film i have ever seen in my entire life. Despite being undoubtedly sober when first watching it, by the end, i actually started questioning whether i had taken some form of narcotics because it just made no fucking sense. I cannot fully express how awesome it actually is. I never thought there would be a human being on this planet that could conjure up such farcical, west things like a dude with a drill as a dick, crazy robot pregnancy-inducing sex, mixed with a shit load of guns, gore and big fucking explosions, and actually managing to pull it off. Surprising how i actually get my ha-has out of this kind of thing. I recommend seeing it for yourself...
oh yeah, and it's got one sick soundtrack...
Saturday, 5 December 2009
this is some funky shiznay...
After just looking over some of Mr. Mahfoods recent stoof, i clicked on this totally west link and my face automatically smiled, this is some funky shiznay...check it out for yourself!
Friday, 4 December 2009
The Society of Illustrators pt.1...
When in New York, we all set out for a little visit to the Society of Illustrators gallery. Unfortunately at the time, i didn't have my camera on me to document the excursion, instead making do with my notepad, i jotted anything down that held my attention. It was a fantastic little place and a gorgeously constructed exhibition, sublimely displayed.
The first thing I'd like to mention is this new Nokia Vine application. I didn't manage to catch who it was done by exactly but there was this smooth little video showcasing the application's many benefits.
I find it quite surreal how far advanced this kind of technology has expanded so quickly and efficiently. Although, personally, i hold no major reliance upon this kind of thing and generally hate the type of convenience it encourages. I find it simply a money marketing scheme. Saying that, i do hypocritically comply with the people behind these kinds of ideas, only to the degree of attaining such an ability to nurture the aesthetics of appeal and public interest in the interest of broadcasting inventions that invite a positive change.
The first thing I'd like to mention is this new Nokia Vine application. I didn't manage to catch who it was done by exactly but there was this smooth little video showcasing the application's many benefits.
I find it quite surreal how far advanced this kind of technology has expanded so quickly and efficiently. Although, personally, i hold no major reliance upon this kind of thing and generally hate the type of convenience it encourages. I find it simply a money marketing scheme. Saying that, i do hypocritically comply with the people behind these kinds of ideas, only to the degree of attaining such an ability to nurture the aesthetics of appeal and public interest in the interest of broadcasting inventions that invite a positive change.
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
David Hughes...
DH is a brilliant man. He owns the line. He is the puppeteer of the pen. A mark is made and a world is undone. A page is blessed. A composition announced. A face unveiled.
He is the character within all of his drawings. He lays bare who he is with what he draws. You see him pasted over his stories. Not many people show it all right away. He is exuberant to reveal himself. He makes me whimsically laugh. I exalt him immensely.
What i appreciate the most about him is the fluidic form of line he mutually appraises with the surface of his illustrations. He is unaware, unfathomed, unceasing of where his line explores. I beg myself to unhinge the screws of stylisation and luxuriate in this kind of messy garden.
He is the character within all of his drawings. He lays bare who he is with what he draws. You see him pasted over his stories. Not many people show it all right away. He is exuberant to reveal himself. He makes me whimsically laugh. I exalt him immensely.
What i appreciate the most about him is the fluidic form of line he mutually appraises with the surface of his illustrations. He is unaware, unfathomed, unceasing of where his line explores. I beg myself to unhinge the screws of stylisation and luxuriate in this kind of messy garden.
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
Midori Goto...
I have always been a fan of classical music. Just recently i have had a sincere craving to try something new, to learn something new i wouldn't have even thought of trying, and i've just been looming over the idea of practicing the violin. A strange choice i know, especially out of the blue. Over the years i've just had a really keen likeness towards the instrument and seen many prodigies and proteges who look so expressive when they play it. They look magnificently infused by their own playing.
One of my good friends recommended a certain entrepeneur of the classical instrument called Midori Goto. The mastery of the violin she possesses is under no doubt extraordinary. Some of the scores she has learned and adopted are almost beyond physical levels of ability. It has been recorded that Ravel, a famous composer, who wrote the score Tzigane, expressed doubts as to whether certain passages were actually playable within his own piece. At the age of just 19, Midori performed at Carnegie Hall and perfectly played Tzigane that is tearfully beautiful, not a note is missed.
She is quite an inspiration to start learning myself but i think we'll see...
Here she is at her best...
One of my good friends recommended a certain entrepeneur of the classical instrument called Midori Goto. The mastery of the violin she possesses is under no doubt extraordinary. Some of the scores she has learned and adopted are almost beyond physical levels of ability. It has been recorded that Ravel, a famous composer, who wrote the score Tzigane, expressed doubts as to whether certain passages were actually playable within his own piece. At the age of just 19, Midori performed at Carnegie Hall and perfectly played Tzigane that is tearfully beautiful, not a note is missed.
She is quite an inspiration to start learning myself but i think we'll see...
Here she is at her best...
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