Friday, June 22, 2012

Uni Work.

So because we're babies and in 1st year BA, we don't get to have an end of year show (thats reserved for 3rd years. The CSM Graphic Design degree show this year I have to say was pretty impressive). But anyway, instead of an exhibition we just submit our work in portfolio form for assessment (physical and digital). Workflow is basically a worse version of blogger, and this is really what this blog is meant to look like (aka a platform for my work, not somewhere where I just ramble on about things but that got lost somewhere along the way) but yeah, here it is for the time being:

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Tweeting Rehab

I've been on a tweeting spree recently, for want of a better way to procrastinate and to attempt to keep a record of my general (more or less interesting) thoughts. Its nice, its concise, you dont have to deal with a million comments on your status, dumb notifications and all the other bullshit that comes with Facebook. But seeing that I have a penchant for writing mental essays and being unremittingly anal about phrasing sentences nicely, I do find the concision pretty frustrating (along with the fact that, in order to fit the whole thought into a tweet, Im forced to resort to this retarded shorthand consisting of "would"s turning into "wud"s and -th's being reduced to -d's, something that does spark a slight pang of guilt every time, of course this is nothing compared to the feeling I imagine I would get when being presented with the very same tweets ten years down the line..

So yeah. That whole paragraph just to say that I'm trying to ease off twitter a bit and come back into the blogosphere, where I have the ability to expand freely without a stupid word limitation. That red minus number is a taunting brick wall to my intellect. Or maybe thats why I like twitter so much, because I'm lazy. Certainly painting one sentence pictures is an art for which twitter is an adequate canvas, and I like it because I can keep track of random thoughts and track down the lines along which I was thinking (in fact I realise I don't use it for social interactions but rather for this purpose). But theres no need for expansion.

I've had the writing itch, as of recently. I miss it alot. This whole year has been a writing drought, I'd even go so far as to say a literary one (finished Lolita recently, Nabokov, what pulchritude). And yes, I've gone through the whole writers' dilemna of not knowing specifically what to write, wanting not to write for the sake of writing but for it to have meaning (Nietzsche. Schopenhauer. Faust. Goethe. MEANING, I say!), and writing shitty poems about boring subjects ("write a poem about the following words: night. your father. love. spring". pretentiously crafted. ingurgitate clichés. regurgitate. continue poetic bulimia until you come up with something that ends up in your literary toilet bowl the next day). But I've also been reading Visions of Cody; Although Kerouacs' style is plain fucking annoying to read at first (no full stops for lines and lines on end and it sounds like he's presenting you with a thorough description of the scene where you expect something to actually happen, like in all the other books, there's a plot right? NO. STRAW MAN. PLAY CANCELLED TONIGHT.) but then you get used to his half written American postcards. There's  something so loose. It doesn't even need to make sense. You don't have to remember every single detail, the name of the road, so and so's name, what town you're in. No. You're free. Freewheeling in Kerouac's conscience. Borrowing his eyeballs, throwing away your own. Sentences, words, flow through pages and pages to paint pictures of little ingredients of everyday life in the bubbling melting pot of the beats...(Peyote!).

A blog is somewhere where I can do that. The reason I didnt blog that often before was because I spent a million years thinking about all the wording in everything I posted. This is freeform. This is something coming directly out of my mind. Sure there's the odd bits and bobs I backspace, rephrase. But I need to learn to care a bit less to achieve a bit more. Get it. Not quite free association (tried that as well. no comment. ) but freeflowing thought, like the beats only without the acid, frisco jams and Jim collapsing on stage. And maybe somewhere, something will come out of it. Dont think too much, just write and let it go I guess. See what happens yar.

So here's to excercising near withered away writing muscles.
This may sound like bullshit 3 years, months, weeks, days down the line but at least its being spewed out through an expanded rectum with Kerouac and Nabokov as enemas.
And hey,
Retrospect is always gonna be a bitch.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

To Eternity and Beyond.

So here's a design project i recently finished for a unit called "Context". The focus of this unit is on core graphic design processes (information gathering, analysis, sequencing of content, and formatting) and systems (information management, structural systems such as grids, and mark-making), reflecting on our work in the context of contemporary design.
The brief was to find an object in any chosen museum, and research it; its use, its history, when and where it was made, its significance...etc. the reflective part of the project takes the form of 1500 words in relation to your object, which we had to integrate within a visual design, also linked to our object.
I went to the Wellcome Collection and chose a naturally preserved Peruvian Mummy as my object, dating from the Chimu Kingdom on the West Coast of Peru from around 1200-1400 AD. Naturally when you think about mummification, it evokes thoughts of the preservation of life, mortality, immortality, eternity etc. (subjects about which i wrote about within the body of text i integrated). Our fascination with overcoming death is reflected in popular culture, through cinema, literature, and art, and especially through horror films - which is why my outcome took the form of a horror film poster, inspired by the designs of cheesy B-movie posters created by Hammer Film Studios in the 1930s - 70s.


The intriguing aspect of a naturally preserved Peruvian Mummy is not that it seeks to defy the laws of time, but those of mortality. 
In preparing a corpse for the afterlife, we also preserve it for a future generation, not only as a historical artefact available for scientific examination, but also as an attempt to solve a perpetual mystery. 
What compels our modern civilisation also fascinated the Chimu people  800 years ago: 
how can we overcome the transience of our existence? Death marks the end of our physical life, but what lies beyond, in the depths of eternity?

This obsession of conquering death is inherent in our popular culture, in the domain of art, literature and cinema. Damien Hirst is notorious for preserving a tiger shark in formaldehyde, aptly entitled “The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living”.  Mary Shelley famously wrote the story of the modern Prometheus, the monster commonly known as Frankenstein, exploring the fantasy of resuscitating the dead by galvanisation. A similar concept was put forward in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Although he did not invent the vampire, Stoker defined it in its modern form.  The struggle between life and death is epitomised in a scene in Ingmar Bergman’s cinematic masterpiece: The Seventh Seal. Death, with his black cape and lurid complexion, challenges an anxious blonde haired knight to a game of chess on the beach, against the backdrop of the endless sea, symbolic of the eternal.  The theme of death is also naturally prevalent in horror films. What we now perceive as iconic characters of the horror genre are only modern day reinterpretations of mythological creatures of ancient civilisations. 
Thus history constantly repeats itself to create the dreams of the future.

The cinematic medium is one that allows us to fantasize in the context of reality
Hammer Film Studios pioneered the distinct visual aesthetics we associate with horror films, both through their productions and their posters. What is it about a film poster whose captions read: “A terrifying lover, who died…yet lived!” that draws us into the movie theatre? The sensationalism of the former only yields its’ magnetic powers when combined with images of voluptuous women screaming in terror, fleeing a looming monster. Aside from the fact that the blend of sex and horror has always been the recipe for breaking into the box office, it is metaphorical for the deeper struggle between life (sex, vitality) and death (bloodlusting monsters from “beyond the grave”).  Thus Hammer Film Productions resurrected the creatures of 19th century gothic literature in the contemporary world, modernising ancient lore and making huge profits in the process.

The fact that mummies were buried alongside their personal possessions, ritual objects and food offerings conveys to us a strong belief in the afterlife. It also informs us of the conviction that even though the physical body is dead, there is some other part of the deceased that continues to live on. The headline of the New York Times on March 11th 1907 read “Soul Has Weight, Physician Thinks”. Six years beforehand, Duncan McDougall had conducted an experiment on dying tuberculosis patients in order to measure how much the soul weighed. The moribund patients were put on a scale and upon the moment of death, McDougall tried to determine whether the scale had changed, calculating an average loss of weight after the person had taken their last breath. Although his experiments were never reproduced and are considered to have little scientific merit when the crudeness of the scales and statistical insignificance of the weight are taken into account, the concept lives on in popular culture. 
21 grams: this is the number that separates us from immortality.

In questioning the nature of death, mortality, and immortality, we reach the end of the pier of science, facing the sea of the unknown. We can but attempt to swim across to various little islands of hope in which we see land, only to discover that we are once again marooned. 
Thus humanity remains resolute in its quest to reach the shores of eternal, perhaps forever in vain.

Monday, December 19, 2011

On a Day Like Today.

Today is cold.
Today is dark.
Today I jus jammed & listened to Chino XL while working on this book I'm making.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Tuesday, November 8, 2011


i know i haven't been uploading or posting alot recently (blame it on uni) but here's what ive been up to for the last month or so:

but hell who am i really apologising to.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Say Goodbye to Yesterday.

currently jamming to non phixion whilst frantically looking for rooms on student spareroom and designing my moms business card on adobe illustrator.
adobe, you are prolly not reading this but the fact that you can't crop objects or underline text in illustrator is retarded. fix up and make my career easier will you.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

to all the homeless ass students looking for a room in London

i have learnt a couple of things once arrived here and dragging my ass left right and centre across this city:
a) you CANNOT get a decent room for £300 a month
b) if you do look for one, chances are that it'll be a crackden
c) ESPECIALLY not on

which i jus did.
it worked :)

Friday, September 16, 2011

No hats in the ring

My friend Chris recently emailed me asking me how Japan was etc. Since I have the tendency to ramble on a bit about topics of interest I figured I would just copy and paste a response since I can't be arsed to write a full blog entry on a subject thats fully worth one.
So regarding my views on the current Japanese situation, here you go:

I was on the plane back from Tokyo and I was reading the Daily Yomiuri  and the Prime Minister (Naoto Kan) had recently stepped down and another has recently been redesignated by the Diet . The new PM (Noda) had the opportunity (as do all PMs in Japan) to appoint his own cabinet, one of the members being Yoshio Hachiro (minister of trade, economy and industry). 
The headlines that day were talking about how he had resigned that weekend after only a couple of days in office due to "verbal gaffes"; for example he was on a visit the precending week to Fukushima, where the nuclear plant spillage had occured, and said the place was a "ghost town" and that "no living person was to be seen". This apparently greatly offended the inhabitants over there and he was ordered to make a public apology. On top of this, the same weekend, whilst being interviewed by a journalist, he rubbed his sleeve on him and said "here, have some radioactivity". The Japanese government and press were apparently scandalised by this and Hachiro resigned from his post a few days after.

 Now whats significant about this is that he's the 3rd DPJ (Democratic Party of Japan) minister to lose his cabinet post because of this reason. As well as this, Japan also has an issue of having Prime Ministers that survive barely longer than a year in office before they step down (in order to avoid public humiliation or difficulty in negotiating with the opposition party (LDPJ - Liberal Democratic Party of Japan)). There was an article I was reading about this that was joking on the subject, saying that the nameplates of Japanese PMs must be backed with velcro because the changes are so frequent lol. But in all seriousness, at this rate, politicians in Japan are actually never in office long enough to form solid policies that are actually seen through and the main worry is that unless they get over these trivial problems that cause them to resign so often, Japan will soon lose its' influence and position it has on the global side of affairs. What I'm asking myself is "well, how many people would someone like Palin or Bush be equated with on the resigned Japanese politician converter??" lol. They are certainly more remorseless in the West than they are over there.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

sketchbook shenanigans II

Screenshots - The Wire Season 1:
Killing Wallace + D'Angelo + Stringer Bell

Random ish%§*

Stapler Abstraction I.



OFWG Kill_ _ _ _ _ _ _ TA

And the 2011 VMA nominated candidate as heir to the music industry throne is....
Best New Artist.
Who would've known.


Thursday, August 25, 2011

Behind the Rising Sun.

Whilst waiting for a greatly anticipated epic voyage back to the country of my ancestors, I decided to check out a few videos on youtube. You know, cuz thats how I keep in touch with my culture nowadays.

On the brighter side of things, Tokyo Zeplin deals with a wide spectrum of cultural issues which are seldom touched or talked about. Japan certainly has a very stereotyped image providing ground for rampant prejudices, but behind the Geishas and the bustling streets of Shinjuku lies another culture, one that has imminent problems with underpopulation, loneliness, weird sex, gaijin racism and soaplands. wtf is a Soapland? well click here to find out!