Doesn't make for bad work.
The process is always going to be fuzzy... a little confusing here and there, and that's why our external critics aren't always in the right position to judge our project in it's entirety. Sometimes it's hard to get our word across to strangers in a matter of 5 minutes, when much has been done throughout the entire semester. And honestly, as a people-person, I think it's better if critics went around with a smile on their face.
My presentation today didn't move in the desired direction... The critics were still left confused as what my topic was about. And one said that self-identity was a project that everyone could do. But I have to rebut that self-identity has vast topics and many ways of representing it. And I wish that I had more time to explore on this semester... I had four studio modules, and I take pride and time in each and everyone of them and that probably left me hanging for my FYP. Not enough time... not enough effort because I was distributing my creative juices to 3 other studio modules.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Nerves run high.
It's amazing how much we have to talk about, or Complain about our FYPs. We're hardly done with it, we have been too busy throughout the semester with other projects, and the stress never ceases with the constant pushing, but nothing good comes out of it.
So all of us, every single one of us has a damn opinion of the FYP... we're individuals, we cope differently. And it's good that we've an unofficial forum right now on Facebook as we voice out our concerns and complaints. But sometimes, certain things that other people may say is as equivalent to stabbing a dagger right through the center of your skull, ramming right into the spot between your eyebrows.
And sometimes, you so wish that you could pour acid down other people's throats and probably leave them to suffer in agony as their throats burn, sizzle and melt. Never speaking, only croaking like old frogs in the swampy mess that they're in.
But in the end, nothing good ever comes out of wishing someone else bad, but at least I'm penning down my frustrations.
So all of us, every single one of us has a damn opinion of the FYP... we're individuals, we cope differently. And it's good that we've an unofficial forum right now on Facebook as we voice out our concerns and complaints. But sometimes, certain things that other people may say is as equivalent to stabbing a dagger right through the center of your skull, ramming right into the spot between your eyebrows.
And sometimes, you so wish that you could pour acid down other people's throats and probably leave them to suffer in agony as their throats burn, sizzle and melt. Never speaking, only croaking like old frogs in the swampy mess that they're in.
But in the end, nothing good ever comes out of wishing someone else bad, but at least I'm penning down my frustrations.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
A fully hand rendered poster
Apart from the colored bit.
Astrid suggested that I use my map as the poster, instead of the ones that were created from Photoshop. And I like it better when I'm able to use my hands combined with traditional skills to create something from scratch. I don't think the computer is able to come up with such a result because of the lines and such.. I've to say that I like this tonnes better than my previous posters.
Astrid suggested that I use my map as the poster, instead of the ones that were created from Photoshop. And I like it better when I'm able to use my hands combined with traditional skills to create something from scratch. I don't think the computer is able to come up with such a result because of the lines and such.. I've to say that I like this tonnes better than my previous posters.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
My hand holds the pen
Less than it holds the mouse... unfortunately.
I have to say that my regular daily routine involves getting up in the morning, then using my big toe to kick the switch to my CPU and letting the internet run even when I'm not always by my PC's side. It shows you how attached I am to my computer and everything inside it. If it were a guy, it'll be my husband, and if it were a girl, it'll be my twin. We can never be separated! NEVER!
And it's just too bad that much of my time has been wasted away when I browse through Facebook, hoping that I'll get plenty of notifications to see what's the latest news or gossip. Sometimes I anticipate a certain message from a certain someone from a certain democratic country... And certainly so, I'd get slightly down when the notifying box comes up empty.
It isn't just Facebook that has robbed me of my life. Photoshop and Illustrator has done it too... Whenever it comes to designing posters quickly, I rely on my bestfriends PSD and AI to get me through in a matter of minutes, for something that has to been shown the next day. But the quality gets compromised, and honestly so, I'm not too keen on playing with typography when I do not own good fonts in my PC. And I was taught a good lesson today when my three posters did not come through for me during my presentation in class. I could tell that Astrid didn't like it. But then a miracle happened when I showed her my hand-rendered doodle-map and her eyes sparkled from the pits of despair. I guess my style emulates the best of my personality and character and I'll be using that style to continue with my FYP.
I have to say that my regular daily routine involves getting up in the morning, then using my big toe to kick the switch to my CPU and letting the internet run even when I'm not always by my PC's side. It shows you how attached I am to my computer and everything inside it. If it were a guy, it'll be my husband, and if it were a girl, it'll be my twin. We can never be separated! NEVER!
And it's just too bad that much of my time has been wasted away when I browse through Facebook, hoping that I'll get plenty of notifications to see what's the latest news or gossip. Sometimes I anticipate a certain message from a certain someone from a certain democratic country... And certainly so, I'd get slightly down when the notifying box comes up empty.
It isn't just Facebook that has robbed me of my life. Photoshop and Illustrator has done it too... Whenever it comes to designing posters quickly, I rely on my bestfriends PSD and AI to get me through in a matter of minutes, for something that has to been shown the next day. But the quality gets compromised, and honestly so, I'm not too keen on playing with typography when I do not own good fonts in my PC. And I was taught a good lesson today when my three posters did not come through for me during my presentation in class. I could tell that Astrid didn't like it. But then a miracle happened when I showed her my hand-rendered doodle-map and her eyes sparkled from the pits of despair. I guess my style emulates the best of my personality and character and I'll be using that style to continue with my FYP.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Inspiration - HDBs
I have been thinking about systems a lot. And someone asked me a good question - what is systems? I couldn't answer him entirely. But I had a pictorial image of what a system should be. Something organized. Something gridded. Very much like my life, or the way we are living right now. Everything has to be planned somehow as much as we don't want it to.
Here are two pictures of the same scenery from my window. Note how each home becomes part of a bigger whole, almost like the circuit of a microchip. And it really tells you how much we know about the people living around us right now - we hardly know our neighbours despite living in such a condensed environment. We go around with our daily lives, unaware of what other people are doing. But sometimes you really do wonder WHAT are these people doing... I've been hearing this distant electronic doorbell ringing from my window, and I do wonder which home has been irking me so much with this gentle sound, and who keeps coming and going from this flat.
But there are ways to look at the same surrounding. I kept my focus off in the second picture and the lights become hypnotic. They do not tell you anything at all. It becomes dreamlike And I think we often look through this lens. For instance when we daydream, or when we're thinking about our own thoughts (which happens all the time), we do not care about anything else. This describes a selfish situation, dazing off becomes an escape from reality.
Here are two pictures of the same scenery from my window. Note how each home becomes part of a bigger whole, almost like the circuit of a microchip. And it really tells you how much we know about the people living around us right now - we hardly know our neighbours despite living in such a condensed environment. We go around with our daily lives, unaware of what other people are doing. But sometimes you really do wonder WHAT are these people doing... I've been hearing this distant electronic doorbell ringing from my window, and I do wonder which home has been irking me so much with this gentle sound, and who keeps coming and going from this flat.
But there are ways to look at the same surrounding. I kept my focus off in the second picture and the lights become hypnotic. They do not tell you anything at all. It becomes dreamlike And I think we often look through this lens. For instance when we daydream, or when we're thinking about our own thoughts (which happens all the time), we do not care about anything else. This describes a selfish situation, dazing off becomes an escape from reality.
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