Sunday, 14 November 2010

more&more&more&more birds.

This is from a wee while ago, but this blog isn't really in chronological order...

Basically, got a brief to do a CD cover for a choice of three songs; 'I'm Not Done' by Fever Ray, 'Birds' by Crystal Castles and 'Strange Form of Life' by Bonnie Prince Billy.

I chose Bonnie Prince Billy, because I already liked his work and thought that I'd best be suited to his style, however, I think this could be better.

Some sketchbook:

This, in reality, is more blue, when I uploaded it to photobucket it made it go green and I don't have photoshop on this PC to fix it, but yeah, here's the final piece:

Saturday, 13 November 2010

toto, we're not in kansas anymore.

We had to do some digital collaging the other week. I have a lot of learning to do on the photoshop front, and I'm not great at collaging, but it was pretty fun?

I didn't do these on the computer. :(

I did this on the computer:

Thursday, 11 November 2010

so it goes.

This is the outcome for our reading week brief, we had to illustrate a piece of text in anyway we saw fit. I chose to illustrate 'Slaughterhouse 5' by Kurt Vonnegut, as I'd just finished reading it so it was all fresh in my mind, it was also a fantastic book.

I chose to focus on two quotes in particular, which were;
'It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like “Poo-tee-weet?”’

'The curves were smooth only when seen from a distance. The people climbing over them learned that they were treacherous, jagged things -hot to the touch, often unstable- eager, should certain important rocks be disturbed, to tumble some more, to form lower, more solid curves.
Nobody talked much as the expedition crossed the moon. There was nothing appropriate to say. One thing was clear: Absolutely everybody in the city was supposed to be dead, regardless of what they were, and anybody that moved in it represented a flaw in the design. There were to be no moon men at all.'

This is what I got: