Two recent shirt designs, one was a retro Mtv look
and the other was a more desert/mystic themed piece.
Look and my range!
Smog City Brewing recently had a contest for their first ever anniversary ale. I love smog city. They exemplify eating and drinking local and also have a really cool logo. Smog City beers are brewed on a professional 15bbl system at the Tustin Brewing Co. They are currently technically a brand of Tustin Brewing Co, but recently acquired our own space in Torrance and will be expanding into it over the next 6 months. Anyway, Alex Smisko told me about it Sunday night and I found out they were making a decision Monday. Since the prompt was fairly specific (Greys Anatomy style saber tooth squirrel skull with a candle) I decided to give it ago anyway. Here is how far I got in the few hours between finding out an emailing it to them at 10:30 pm.
There is more I would like to do on it so if anyone reading is from smog city hit me up.
Designing is a 2 way street, which is why contests suck.
I just finished a banner for my friend Rob Duffy’s Bandcamp page so it seemed like the perfect thing for my Wednesday post.
I took the Super Mario background and touched it up, the corgi’s, cyclops character and sign are all pixel work by me. Bandcamp seems like the next wave of band blog and I like they simplicity of it. Back to Rob, his band is called Cyclops Rock is part of the 8bit nerd sampling genre that has emerged in the last few years. His most famous work to date is the Jackson 5 Nyan Cat mashup you may have seen floating around the internet. This was definitely something different for me and I can’t say how much pixel art I’ll be doing in the future but overall I had fun with it.
Do the unemployed celebrate humpday?
I have been very busy this week with possible internships, freelance projects, figuring out if I can go to Mammoth this weekend and recovering from SB last weekend. I wanted to talk about Alaskan Smoked Porter this week but I couldn’t get my hands on a bottle. You can’t write about a beer that you aren’t drinking!
I’m not sure what I hate more, the concept or myself for making it. T-shirts out soon…
Thanks to Paul Black for the idea.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen it so I forgot how good Lilo and Stitch is: http://i.imgur.com/mYvdY.gif
I was commissioned to do a shirt design for a group of skiing buddies. It’s a spoof on the Jim Beam bottle, it took me about 10 (billable) hours over a few days. I’m really happy with how it turned out.
Earlier this week I read an article on Zen Buddism, the search for enlightenment and Kill Bill:
It is long but definitely worth the read if you are into movie analysis or Kill Bill. Part of the article revolves around the narrator retailing the story as if it were a Buddist Allegory. I liked the idea a lot so I grabbed all the pieces from the article and put them together here.
“Once upon a time there was a yellow-haired Samurai warrior. Although skilled, she fell under the influence of a charismatic but corrupt Master named Bill. He accepted her as his disciple, remade her in his own image and gave her a new name: “Black Mamba.” He conditioned the warrior to apply her skills to evil rather than virtuous purposes. One day the warrior realized she was pregnant by her Master. In order to protect the life of the child and escape the hazards that surrounded her, the warrior fled the tutelage of her Master. She shed her old identity and adopted a new one. She was known as “The Bride.”
However, these cosmetic attempts to rectify her past and establish a more traditional present did not lead to sincere internal transformation. Because the warrior failed to sever the root of the Five Poisons, they reappeared to cause her even worse suffering.
The Five Poisons, angered by what they perceived to be the warrior’s impertinence, betrayal and arrogance, one day hunted her down and harmed her more than she had ever been harmed before. An ordinary person could not have survived. Yet, having begun—though barely—on the path of liberation, the obstinate warrior was granted temporary immunity from the cycle of death and, after spending four years in meditative stillness, awoke one day with a clear and focused mind. She was determined once and for all to face directly and extinguish the Five Poisons that led her astray, attempted to take her life, and apparently destroyed the life of her unborn child.
In accord with the teachings set forth by the revered Bodhisattva Manjushri—known as the Lord of Wisdom—the samurai warrior set out to acquire the Sword of Wisdom which, according to scripture, is necessary to slay the Five Poisons. She was deemed by the custodian of the sword to be a warrior worthy of wielding the finest sword ever made. Once having acquired Manjushri’s Sword of Wisdom, the samurai warrior then set out to eradicate the poisons at the root.
The samurai warrior hunted the Five Poisons in descending order, from the most conspicuous to the more entrenched and pernicious. Her pride and jealousy were gross distortions; therefore, Pride and Jealous Anger were easier to locate and destroy than the more deeply rooted and subtle poisons such as Doubt, Ignorance and Attachment.
Pride, naturally, was the easiest of the Poisons to locate, and—because Pride’s opinion of her own skills inflated—easy to defeat.
Anger was next. Anger attempted to escape demise by distracting the warrior by issuing a stream of grievances produced by her remembrance of petty slights.
Next, the warrior progressed to the more complex delusions of Doubt, Ignorance and Attachment. Doubt was a slovenly but cunning enemy who, even more than the other poisons, resorted to unchivalrous and underhanded means to subdue the warrior. He tied her up and buried her alive.
The warrior was now interred and alone with her True Enemy: Herself. She lay beneath the earth, trapped there with the Poison called Doubt. Recollecting the teachings of kung-fu Master Pai Mei, who had replaced the corrupt Bill as her spiritual guardian, she recalled the link between No Self (egolessness) and the Fearlessness that is the antidote to Doubt. Realizing these teachings directly, she conquered doubt and applied them successfully to escape the Lord of Death.
Having at last reconnected with the principle of No-Self, the Warrior was now able to engage her remaining enemies. Ignorance’s craving for the Sword of Wisdom was so immense that the Warrior would not have to lift a blade in order to defeat Doubt; for, Ignorance undertook this task herself, using as her weapon the calling card from the Warrior’s own wicked past—the Black Mamba.
The warrior then proceeded to engage her arch nemesis, Ignorance. She caught Ignorance—who was preoccupied with her new possession—off guard. However, in the hands of Ignorance a Sword of Wisdom is merely a piece of metal. Ignorance, characterized by the inability to see reality clearly, had already lost sight in one eye. Ignorance was so distracted by her desire for the Sword of Wisdom that the warrior was able to blind Ignorance entirely before leaving her debilitated and helpless in the company of the deadly Black Mamba. Ignorance’s own evil karma would manifest as the cause of her own undoing.
Now only the poison of Attachment remained. No longer was there any need for the warrior to wield the Sword of Wisdom; for, she had acquired wisdom of her own by defeating Ignorance. Attachment would have to be dealt with cautiously. Attachment, as is its nature, attempted to manipulate the warrior’s emotions by arousing her sentimentality, weakening her resolve, distorting her beliefs and undermining her self-confidence. Attachment even dangled the warrior’s lost child—previously feared unrecoverable, and now so desperately sought—before her very eyes. But the warrior, having vanquished her pride, anger, doubt and ignorance, was invulnerable to manipulation by flattery, empty promises and appeals to her nostalgia. Pride had been replaced by humility, anger by compassion, doubt by conviction and ignorance by wisdom. That Attachment was in possession of the warrior’s child only fortified her belief that to spare Attachment would be folly. However, she had evolved beyond the impulse to destroy Attachment with violence.
She engaged him for the final time. Attachment, desperate for a stay of execution, tried to seduce the warrior back to the Dark Side. Attachment strove to convince the warrior that she needed him to survive, was inherently evil and could never reclaim her Lost Child because there had never been anything pure and uncontaminated about her. But his words were wasted on the warrior, and once Attachment recognized that he was impotent in the face of her newly-perfected wisdom, the emotion of his primary delusion was turned against himself. His heart exploded at the mere touch of her hand, and he was vanquished.
When this last of the Five Poisons was defeated, the warrior was reunited with her lost child. Her quest was finished.”
Thanks as always for reading my blog.
PS this made me smile: http://i.imgur.com/NbhVT.jpg