Eye for an Eye

Beware the eyes, as they watch.
Yeah, so I am sitting in my Illustrator class, a bit more than ancy.

Yeah, that is a bit unsettling, isn't it. It is my attempt at drawing an eye. Well.. The eye I was drawing was Kevin's. He has the interesting eyes, not me.
But all of the primary blues in the iris are way too dark. As you can probably tell, I am trying really, really hard to understand the gradient mesh tool. Since most things on there are done with the mesh tool, or at least a gradient. Oiy vey.

But, yeah. I am looking forward to Christmas, actually. I'll be making christmas card designs and ATTEMPTING to sell them on etsy. I dunno how well they will turn out. But I've got one from last year that uses Bodoni and it is adorable still. :3.

The City Is Eating Me...

These last couple of weeks has been driving me, admittedly more batty than a bat boy for the New York Yankees. . .
Ok, so I do not really follow baseball, but facebook was littered with status updates about a player not touching home base, but being called 'safe'.
That is how I have been feeling lately. Except, the umpire is not calling safe, he's calling "YOU SUCK." Ok, maybe that is a bit too emo for the situation. More like, "NO ONE ELSE WILL DO STUFF, YOU DO IT." is the better sort of mentality.
Which in turn caused me to break down last weekend (Not halloween weekend, the one before that). It was an overdue mental breakdown. Slept a lot, missed a lot of classes. Missed a midterm while trying to keep me out of the funk that the weekend prior to that had created. Which pole vaulted me right back into the funk, thus rendering the project pointless in the eyes of funk rectifying.
We'll see what I do this semester about all of it.
This little drawing just sort of sums up how I am feeling. Been drawing a lot of incongruous blobs to symbolize people. Perhaps it is because in the end, everyone is the same, we are all blobs, masses of people. Might as well have fun with it.
There I am, melting. "What a world, what a world." Maybe there is a little bit of a fist shake going on in there as well. Who knows. Only the blob does. And it was not that epic of an old B-style horror movie. . . Except for that one time when they showed parts of it on the Muppet Babies. Then it was pretty epic.


A professor by the name of Betty Nelson was diagnosed with cancer earlier in the semester, and a couple weeks ago she had her last day at school before stepping out until the spring. She is currently undergoing chemo and radiation to kill all the cells. So, as an encouraging little doo-dad, another professor asked me to do something all pretty like with type.

Nothing in it really matches up, and it is a little off balance, but that is sort of the idea, you could say. The 'fuck' was done in felt, while the 'cancer' was done with ball-point. You can totally tell when you compare it close to one another. So the boldness of the fuck is far more substantial than the 'cancer'. It makes me laugh, shrug, and then go about my business. The C is really pretty.

Mmmmmmmmeh.