Yeah, it's been a while.



I want to re-assimilate myself to DA again, been feeling empty and uninspired. I'm not so keen on the name I made back in 2003 or so, I may make an entirely new account.

So what have I been doing?

The mom thing.. Jayden is FOUR now.. (huh, a four year hiatus from DA and a FOUR year old son? connection?). We're currently living at a college on the east coast where I attend classes for Visual Communications. My art has come and gone, but as progressed nonetheless. I have this undying need to explore what I really want to do with art. I'm working my third internship at a print studio, and I couldnt be MORE out of touch with it. I've been here almost 3 months and I am a terrible designer for them. I WANT to notice details.. I WANT to find some sort of appreciation for typography and paper choice and all things printed, but the more I try the more distant I become with it all. It's coming to a point that I almost resent my affinity for cartoons and illustration. :\

So a crossroads of sorts. I'll be graduating in May and will be relocating to a place where I can hopefully, (cross your goddamn fingers everybody), can find a job doing _______. I never want to edit text again. Ever. I feel like the written word should be powerful enough to emote the meaning, and typography acts as a second party attorney, keeping rule and order, picking away at the paragraphs and injecting control over the details. Sneaking manipulation.

I like cartoons. Not so much anime, more like Looney Toons or flash games. Do I want to do that? I want freedom. Rampant expression. I want action, explosion, and lack of plot. Antithesis!!! AHHHH!!! I DO NOT WANT TO COMMUNICATE THROUGH ART. I JUST WANT IT TO BE. I see art as an extension of emotion.. or expression. The way The Angry Beavers express anger... is how I want to communicate. I, apparently, cannot detail it here, but I thought this Visual Communication program held the availability to NOT communicate. To opt out. That opting out? THAT's where I want to create.

The space between absurd and unmarketable is holding a sign with my name on it.