Work & School:

  • Part-time internship at Red Table Studio in LA as a designer for my old teacher.
  • Design pitch for House Of Blues in Anaheim, minimal direction, 5 designs total for their store. Awaiting revisions.
  • 3 Designs for AFI.

  • 3 Designs for Green Day.

  • Speaking of Green Day, they have used a design I did for them to represent their online identity. It is currently on their MySpace, and their official website. I remember thinking of the idea of birds into planes a long time ago, when looking for something I can stencil that was 1 color. I have mixed feelings about what they did to the original graphic, and it’s general use.
  • Featured on Karmaloop, check it out! (On Sale):

  • First quarter back grades: A, A, A, A, B+

Personal:

  • The quest for good cuisine, international and all, begins. Talks of a Food Blog, Flog, ensue. So far this month and a little last: Ethiopian in Little Ethiopia, Versailles (Cuban), Pupusa Cafe (El Salvadorian), A lot of Indian, Sanamluang Thai, I’ve recently eaten duck fetus and cow tongue.
  • Been seeing some good movies: Slumdog, Vicky Cristina Barcelona, and a lot of Stella.

Goals:

  • Plan my free trip to the East Coast before March 13th, when it expires.
  • Get in shape, I can always start running for a few weeks, but always stop, I need to find a way to stay committed.
  • Get a fresh sense of where I want my life to go in the next two years.
  • Stay practical, and stay sharp.
  • Move, but only when the time is right and smart.
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2008

January 7, 2009

I’m late on a New Year’s post. In fact, there has a been a huge absence of writing here, resulting from a generous mix of confusion, hesitation, business, and laziness. 2008. What a whirlwhind. I’m going to try to summarize it, using a list. Because lists are simple. Lists are black and white. Lists are easy. And if I know anything, I know nothing in the last year has been easy. So from beginning to end:

  • January to June : Living my last months in San Francisco. My first, semi-professional run at an actual career winds down. During the year or so I worked at Cinder Block Inc. I was able to get a nice body of work that would fully push my freelance status into effect. I am proud of a lot of the work I did there, and a lot of the skills I was able to work on and learn. This includes: Color seperation, basic screen printing practice and theory, designing with production in mind, client communication, professionalism, Illustration styles, digital illustration, mixed media, and the under-estimated art of RESEARCHING. I was making more money than I had ever had before, but I was not really savvy enough to save or invest any of it.
  • Outside of work, I was struggling to enjoy the last run of time with my friends in San Francisco, while knowing that it would soon come to an end. It took me awhile to tell everyone. I learned what it felt like to have a family away from my real family, a home away from home. Today, I still think about those trips to Reno, getting high and playing NBA hang time, or the endless rides on the 38 Limited Bus. I remember when the weather showed the sun, all the skirts and sunglasses came out, it was absolute heaven.
  • I rekindled a romance with an ex-girlfriend. To see if we really were meant to be with each other, to see if we could actually stand each other. It was all so hopeful, and there was so much pressure riding on it to work. It didn’t work, for a lot of different reasons, and realizing this would prove tough, frustrating, and sad.
  • July to August : I traveled. Manila, Mandaluyang, Boracay, Philippines. Bangkok, Thailand. Cafes with buckets of beer and acoustic sessions. Going clubbing with a stranger-turned friend that couldn’t speak English. Riding an elephant, going sailing, eating the best food of my life, immense culture shock. Intense family bonding, I feel like we made up for lost time.
  • I’m not going to sugarcoat it. The tail-end of 2008 moved fast, and blurry, and there was no mercy. It was about living in the moment, sober or intoxicated. It was about crossing the lines to know where they are. It was about first dates, and getting to know somebody new, and so, so different from what I’m used to. It was too many cigarettes, too much whiskey, being too high and sluggish, being too hungry and eating too much. It was my triumphant return to school, and I killed it, and took names. It was about refusing to get a job and working from home drawing pictures for companies and designing business cards and brochures and shirts. Winter of 2008 was about Living LARGE and fast.
  • I’m having shirts mailed to me. It’s Christmas time. I’m having checks mailed to me. I’m climbing the mountains of Corganville, never missing a Lakers game. I’m going to the hidden caverns in the park, and throwing paper airplanes off the hills. I’m owning at puzzle fighter, and living by the diamond.
  • I learned a lot about myself in 2008. I learned about who I want to be, and who I don’t want to be. Who I want to be with, and who I want to stay away from.
  • I’m going to write up a sketch, so I don’t forget: 540, Geary, 38, CB. The LODGE, the R.A.P.E., Airplanes, Islands, Animals. Lawr, Sister leaves, I miss her. Heart breaks, heart makes. Puzzle fights, Volcanoes, Rips, and Camels. Whiskey, Games, Friends, Close, Close, Close! Crew, Crush, Photobooths, Living in the Moment. Meeting Abraham Lincoln, Gummie Bear Bubbas, Phil’s too smart, B’s too nice, Everyone’s too scared. Porch talks, Coffee Bean, Tea Lattes. Art Shows, camera, back SLIDE.

I’m thankful. 2009, will be 2000-Fine. This will be about REaffirmation, REcommitting, and getting back on. I always thought I’d be different. I have to be. I have no choice. None of this bullshit about blaming the city, the people, the money, the equipment. There are absolutely, positively, no limits.

PS Go Lakers.

Watch this.

June 6, 2008

You gotta be who you are… no matter how dangerous it is.

Lawrence Weiner : Design Matters. By Hillman Curtis

I’ve tried writing something here that would faithfully explain what has been going on in my life the past few months, but every time I hit a few paragraphs, I delete it all with disgust and frustration. (Command+A, Delete, repeat.) Partially because I’m unsure how to execute what I want to say in a dashing way, a way that might seem eloquent and graceful, calculated but semi-ambiguous. And partially to avoid repetition, worn meaning, and useless mental masturbation. After numerous failed attempts, I came to the conclusion that we tend to over-think things, taking longer routes for a simple result, waiting for the perfect words, the perfect moment, the perfect shot. The things I admire the most, whether it is people, music, or art or literature and conversations, are the ones that present the most honesty. The ones that act almost on impulse, giving little or no time to hesitation or fabrication.

I read that our gut instincts exist for a very specific reason- they are shortcut calculations computated in our head that automatically weighs in instincts, experiences, and outcomes in a half-second. What interests me even more is that the act of thinking is both a human being’s greatest strength, and greatest weakness. It allows for great advances in almost every area of life, but also limits our potential and actions- many times, irrationally.

I miss feeling inspired, and inquisitive. I miss the constant questioning, the striving towards something great, and feeling the progress roll out right under my feet. My life right now does not allow me to live the way I want to. Work is a daily 12-hour commitment. My friends might wonder why I seem obsessive with building an understanding of social dynamics and creating new connections. The reason being: I don’t work a social job. I don’t go to school, and I’m out 12 hours a day for my job and my commute and my errands, and attempt to sleep 6 hours. 12+6 = 18. 24-18 = 6 hours of leisure time a day, taking that I’m not completely exhausted, which I am most of the time. With that schedule, human interaction screams my name. I’m 21 years old, and I’m living like an ant. Unlike most of the people my age in this expensive city, I fully support myself, with the exception of the times my parents have saved my ass to make rent. But this is absolutely not a complaint, merely an observation. Complaining is silly- either act or forget. The “I’m a victim” mentality absolutely disgusts me, as I believe we are the sum of our choices, so I know I’ve chosen this life. And now I’m choosing to change it.

I will be moving back to the Los Angeles area before the end of June. I will be out of the country traveling from July 1st to the beginning of August. Upon my return, I will go back to school and attempt to live somewhere in the LA area, with the priority being learning, and growing and pushing myself. I suppose it’s time to start finishing what I’ve started… and this is only the first of many things.

San Francisco, you beautiful city. You have been a monumental learning experience. I’ve learned more this last year about myself and about my values than any other year that has come before it. Which is probably due to feeling more uncomfortable and “failing” more than I ever have. I wouldn’t take back a single second. I’ll approach the future with a stronger set of ideals and with a stronger sense of positivity.

Warped Tour 2008

April 21, 2008

Cover Page

Me and Elo wrapped up our first pitch of Warped Tour 08 Design. Here is some stuff I did for it.

Road Kill

Neon

Bull Skull

Junk Yard

Work Hard

PMA

April 3, 2008

I am a rusty machine that never sleeps. I leave the house at 7am and come home at 9pm. Bus, TRAIN, walk, WORK, walk, TRAIN, gym, walk, BUS, home, EAT. Wash, rinse… repeat. Half of me feels this contradicts the reason I moved here, which was to take a break from routine frustration, but the other half of me is satisfied that I am partially filling a career goal. This is not a complaint; I’d like to think that I take full responsibilities for all my actions, I have full control over what I do with my time.

With being this busy, I’ve had a lot of time to reflect to myself, and realized the importance of building a personal code of ethics and rules for you to follow that don’t compromise your genuine self. It’s important to embrace responsibility for your own emptiness and situations, (Money, social inadequacies, health) even edging towards other peoples’ behavior towards you– “What is it that I may have done to make him/her act this way towards me?” But I digress.

The bigger thing I’ve thought about is what really makes an outstanding individual. At the bottom of it all: it’s someone who has value to offer (knowledge, wisdom, personality, etc), and gives it to everyone around him/her, while keeping the integrity. The people I truly enjoy being around are people who are positive, and full of life. I love people who remind me exactly why life is worth living, and how anything can be exciting and enthusiastic.

As Stefan Sagmeister says,“Complaining is silly. Either act or forget.”

I’m ready to get back. The next few months are going to be a sever ass kicking, I will report my experiences to come. Imagine if you went an entire day making the opposite decisions.

Hands

February 15, 2008

You’re bones aren’t made of glass. You can take life’s knocks.