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nothing better than the sheen on a nice set of cans. The light defines the shape and makes it look more dimensional. yes nothing this old boy like more than see a beautiful can or two..
i was happy with how this guys face turned out,
the day began like so many others, people milling about, chatting about various things. Some things about work, some things about play... the same old things, day after day. nothing specific was going on... somethings were do in the distant future, somethings had past, life was adrift this monday morning.
"oh dear, I hope the internets doesn't find out about this!"

I worked at NCE like ten yrs ago, and people would come to the art department and request big cards, for everyone to sign. so we would make a 11 x 17 inch card and pass it around the company. I knew Sandi and said hi to her everyday, then she got sick, so I was tasked with making this card, So I wrote up this little poem, and drew these flowers. She ended up having brain cancer, and eventually lost the battle. at the funeral, her husband thanked me profusely, saying sandi loved the card and kept it with her until she past.
Once upon a time, graphic design was done using designers guaches... guaches are water based paints, that can be ran through an airbrush, painted thick like water colors, thinned out and used as water colors, they can go down super smooth or blotchy. you can wash them off of your board and reapply them... they were the standard for the graphics industry before the computer came along. if you wanted a color rendering, you used guache.... then maybe something else if they didn't do what you wanted... now guaches have a dull finish when they are layed down, they dont get thick like an oil painting, and the color isnt as rich. but they reproduce and photograph really well, they dry fast and you can blend the paint by using slight pressure and a moist brush, to achieve a really smooth gradient. they were used for quick layouts and color mock ups, type treatments, architactural reanderings, lettering, just a ton of stuff,
when I was in 7th grade the favorite game for boys was called "kill the man".
I am working on a color version of this but time has been of short supply lately... so I am putting this up in the meantime...
this was a sketch for a pecha cucha poster. we had a series of presentations, for work. some people wanted to make presentations. this idea revolved around a robot with a speaker for a head standing at the edge of a cliff preparing to speak. it 12:20 on a sunday night. I usually go to sleep before this but I am waiting up for my wife, she is working at the church festival finishing up stuff. they rent out these giant tents and booths for all the activities. they spend all week building a tent city to house all the things to do. the big new thing was the dunking booth. All the old timers from the neighborhood were there. People that grew up there and have since moved on. some really old people who went to school there 70 years ago. The old neighborhood has changed since those days, the big old families all turn out. with their children and grand children. It is hard to break into a neighborhood like this. you are hanging with people who all grew up together... but even though I have lived here 16 years I am not one of them... that is o.k. with me.. I am not tied to the place, but my wife and I got involved to make sure the school was open for my kids to go to... I am sure some other people will come along after we leave to maintain the place. they all want a safe place for their kids to go to school. unless the city of cincinnati somehow gets its shit together and makes a school worth attending ... ha ha.. no way... anyway people grow up and want to move on from their parents.. so the places their parents built up end up being neglected and abandon. in Europe real estate is not like america. here we just move up the road and build a whole new city, because we have plenty of space.... it is odd to see places occupied for 50 years like an old school or church, built with the sweat and tears and sacrifice by hard working people trying to make a mark on this world... worn from years of use then left behind to rot... Bowling allys with nobody bowling on them, bars with cobwebs were no one will drink, overgrown baseball diamonds... People expect these places to be preserved by someone, but the truth is there is no one left... kathy and I have inherited a lot of control of things in these parishes, we are strangers here but no one else will pick up the torch... it is somewhat sad... but america has a funny way of buying new vs quality...
inside people is a second person...