(no subject)
For concept design, we had to make CD single front and back covers for a song, based completely conceptually on the lyrics (which also had to be included in there), the feel, and the meaning of the song. I chose Pink Fluffy Dinosaurs by Hooverphonic because I felt like working with pink and I worked with this design because of the ambient, trancey, floaty feeling of the song; one that you might listen to and think you finally understand while fucked up on all sorts of drugs.
I did this design first, and honestly, if I include the piece in my portfolio, I'll end up using the original because I like it ten times better, but unfortunately, my teacher said it wasn't conceptually fitting for the song enough, being that the dinosaur wasn't floating, and the name of the song (which "conceptually" meant everything) was serving as the ground, instead of representing the floatiness that it is. So I made a second version which was more fitting, and worked with a second idea of beginning to float into the sky from a standstill.
Here's the original front:

( Collapse )
In other news, today sucked. Why? First, remember Jon Fielden, the live-in friend gone heroin addict, back-stabbing thief? Well last we heard he'd moved back to Salt Lake City to go about his racist, drug-addict, worthless piece of shit ways. But I guess we heard wrong, because he's still around, and last night he robbed us. It was a personal attack, as he took Bunny's barely-working laptop and my cell phone, along with my wallet (which luckily had nothing of value in it) and all of Bunny's credit cards, but not the iMac G5 sitting on the table, nor my MP3 player, nor the TV or anything worth any money...
Then, someone very close to me who I had regrettably treated badly said I was the most selfish person they had ever known. And even though it wasn't meant to be in a bitch-fight kind of way, and was supposed to be a constructive source of feedback, as negative a fact as it was, hearing something said from a close friend of mine that I had known was true in the back of my head for a long time hurt like a fucking stab. I've been feeling terrible about myself lately; terrible about everything. Sometimes I truly hate gigantic elements of my personality that I have acquired through the process of many years as an inconsiderate bitch. I always thought I wouldn't need the people I had as long as I had the people I wanted, and lately I've realized that I flat out hate myself because of that assumption. I want to change. I have changed and I have gotten better. But I am still so far from being or feeling OK.
I did this design first, and honestly, if I include the piece in my portfolio, I'll end up using the original because I like it ten times better, but unfortunately, my teacher said it wasn't conceptually fitting for the song enough, being that the dinosaur wasn't floating, and the name of the song (which "conceptually" meant everything) was serving as the ground, instead of representing the floatiness that it is. So I made a second version which was more fitting, and worked with a second idea of beginning to float into the sky from a standstill.

( Collapse )
In other news, today sucked. Why? First, remember Jon Fielden, the live-in friend gone heroin addict, back-stabbing thief? Well last we heard he'd moved back to Salt Lake City to go about his racist, drug-addict, worthless piece of shit ways. But I guess we heard wrong, because he's still around, and last night he robbed us. It was a personal attack, as he took Bunny's barely-working laptop and my cell phone, along with my wallet (which luckily had nothing of value in it) and all of Bunny's credit cards, but not the iMac G5 sitting on the table, nor my MP3 player, nor the TV or anything worth any money...
Then, someone very close to me who I had regrettably treated badly said I was the most selfish person they had ever known. And even though it wasn't meant to be in a bitch-fight kind of way, and was supposed to be a constructive source of feedback, as negative a fact as it was, hearing something said from a close friend of mine that I had known was true in the back of my head for a long time hurt like a fucking stab. I've been feeling terrible about myself lately; terrible about everything. Sometimes I truly hate gigantic elements of my personality that I have acquired through the process of many years as an inconsiderate bitch. I always thought I wouldn't need the people I had as long as I had the people I wanted, and lately I've realized that I flat out hate myself because of that assumption. I want to change. I have changed and I have gotten better. But I am still so far from being or feeling OK.