tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39985103173134027432024-02-19T08:07:06.267+00:00.::Rustikana::.Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-73974303709760275172010-05-29T09:31:00.004+01:002010-05-29T09:36:53.288+01:00Seinfeld<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJsXCcUq4u2m7Hh9TUSTXXvU9gPbXUmVIMUtPge_Sning8REu5S1zAZtRl4noM6G1w_FsLT2TWiQxTCUbvKeLXyAnRTwaiSrgyHQZhW3FWYQCUfK81iy0MK0DrC6hhivv3k2ZvBZx950h/s1600/Seinfeld+3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476607671894874242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJsXCcUq4u2m7Hh9TUSTXXvU9gPbXUmVIMUtPge_Sning8REu5S1zAZtRl4noM6G1w_FsLT2TWiQxTCUbvKeLXyAnRTwaiSrgyHQZhW3FWYQCUfK81iy0MK0DrC6hhivv3k2ZvBZx950h/s320/Seinfeld+3.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">After a major computer crash that nearly wiped out the contents of my hard drive and much procrastinating, I have finally updated my blog. Its been a while since I found time to do anything graphically, and with a pinch of hope I will try to update a little more often. Here is a draft I put together for some Seinfeld wallpaper I have been working on. I want to put together a high-res wide screen version for myself. Seinfeld fitted the time perfectly and was a fab show, sorely missed.</span></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-49675399366944980362009-08-16T17:22:00.001+01:002009-08-16T17:24:56.615+01:00Thank You!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6pUmXwhpnxX3SCEAE-u7gIx7EEKROZk5lnYhuB3Gur8qbo5AaxAjmCJWU0YGwjwfiCLRnPpmg6flTxYRqsDn3nqBGLxNu-3nAsna-stQZR7HzCjjqLjLj-PrV9bIcKoLql8iKp8INwap/s1600-h/Thank+You.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6pUmXwhpnxX3SCEAE-u7gIx7EEKROZk5lnYhuB3Gur8qbo5AaxAjmCJWU0YGwjwfiCLRnPpmg6flTxYRqsDn3nqBGLxNu-3nAsna-stQZR7HzCjjqLjLj-PrV9bIcKoLql8iKp8INwap/s320/Thank+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370597966525929090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I have been hugely busy over the past week; that notwithstanding, I have also had a bout of flu that has slowed me even further. As such, I have been somewhat distant, but I’m feeling better and now have some time, so should be able to start posting regularly again.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I read every comment that is posted, and I enjoy reading them knowing that you took the time and effort to post them. Whilst I do not necessarily respond to every comment individually, I do where possible, try to make the time to write even a small reply. Having read your comments I want to offer a thank you. A thank you to everyone who has popped by and read what I have written. Thanks to everyone who has 'followed', and to those who regularly visit and take a moment to consider what I have done. Thank you for your thought and for your contribution. The time you give, no matter how small, is appreciated.</span></span><br /></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-38881454583244557492009-08-16T17:18:00.003+01:002009-08-16T17:22:43.507+01:00The Great One<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqw5IlcvwCQKFJgIsu5drerny712SgJAI4ZE_LDSoNMZ0Gk7Os3bpNaxULUojf5tEDQqUWKtZorRBLRvG91QqlA2PZN0gtuIzGRvG5g8HYZPOauefCZn67qMxbKVpN6sq1xjlIbxG177SY/s1600-h/eddie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqw5IlcvwCQKFJgIsu5drerny712SgJAI4ZE_LDSoNMZ0Gk7Os3bpNaxULUojf5tEDQqUWKtZorRBLRvG91QqlA2PZN0gtuIzGRvG5g8HYZPOauefCZn67qMxbKVpN6sq1xjlIbxG177SY/s320/eddie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370596956186826306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Eddie Izzard has described himself as crazy. For the most part, I can understand how he would arrive at such a conclusion. He is known for his surreal comedy and acting roles, he is not known for feats of endurance that would make mere mortals cry. He has embarked on the challenge of running over 1000 miles in seven weeks. His efforts will reward Sport Relief, a UK branch of comic relief which raises money to help vulnerable people living in the UK and across the world. I put this pic together as homage to the great one.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Read his tweets:<br />http://twitter.com/EddieIzzard</span></span><br /></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-22204886608357708052009-08-04T22:42:00.003+01:002009-08-04T22:47:59.682+01:00Sith<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqBaQJCqOw3-1ZGzlophg5alFSN7R_-wHOq3YtVBhDhyphenhyphendEJT1IjhZFlqkROReaovrgE7F8YvSH4sy_dtXmWOfSti7y4ujEMAJtbgy6T96aro3dC83cJHMjuWESX6qA2nt7Ztb2-QI-1JP/s1600-h/mysith2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqBaQJCqOw3-1ZGzlophg5alFSN7R_-wHOq3YtVBhDhyphenhyphendEJT1IjhZFlqkROReaovrgE7F8YvSH4sy_dtXmWOfSti7y4ujEMAJtbgy6T96aro3dC83cJHMjuWESX6qA2nt7Ztb2-QI-1JP/s320/mysith2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366227643236685506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >I drew this vector simply because I loved the character. The original vector was drawn from scratch and over 3000 pixels wide. In retrospect, I didn't spend long enough on some of the detail and it was a tad too chunky.</span><br /></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-6096510840908727792009-08-04T22:03:00.004+01:002009-08-04T22:09:18.193+01:00White Noise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPFEo_gfYld7tI9oiyp2Db2gWTfaVFebFJSf-YUHbjv4PChgcRn8x3sAa6rc9G8FJI1peOYfWdCPOKc7vOBN6xbuW4XCjS0EJknUqyHWSdAZ6_Ma6WU3hIXydUMwQG0lXNiVlxFG1bcf1/s1600-h/White+Noise+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPFEo_gfYld7tI9oiyp2Db2gWTfaVFebFJSf-YUHbjv4PChgcRn8x3sAa6rc9G8FJI1peOYfWdCPOKc7vOBN6xbuW4XCjS0EJknUqyHWSdAZ6_Ma6WU3hIXydUMwQG0lXNiVlxFG1bcf1/s320/White+Noise+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366217428039283714" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This was a speed picture, produced at rapid pace within the quickest possible time whilst encapsulating as much detail as possible. I try to challenge myself by producing images in set time frames and seeing what I can achieve. </span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The premise of this picture was silence. To a certain degree, I have always found the notion of silence, loneliness and isolation intriguing. </span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The infertility of loneliness when coupled with silence houses the potential to be as potent as any noise. Though it has been noted that silence can preserve a man’s integrity and can prove itself to be indeed golden, it also encapsulates a side that can be seen as baleful, strident and carry more weight than any cry. I have no idea what it would be like to be lonely, isolated and in the presence of silence for such a sustained period that its very presence screamed at me. If I could summon silence as an individual, if I could take loneliness and present it as an image, I wondered what it would resemble, and this is what manifested.</span></span><br /></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-29849036919024421422009-07-31T18:08:00.007+01:002009-08-01T08:20:12.267+01:00Captain Jack<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiH91cG_1rbWmtiYPDJSPNgzie-tdsjbblhVXPXyzx3iCUSiK-6l9vNaakAZgALu0B6aQtWkJSBwv80LhkirtxUrwTrxnnEstqoEukCnzWfvUU99kfHpCdZZJ5rszpmtSzfye56FEQtnn/s1600-h/deppjpg3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiH91cG_1rbWmtiYPDJSPNgzie-tdsjbblhVXPXyzx3iCUSiK-6l9vNaakAZgALu0B6aQtWkJSBwv80LhkirtxUrwTrxnnEstqoEukCnzWfvUU99kfHpCdZZJ5rszpmtSzfye56FEQtnn/s320/deppjpg3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364673564775742706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have been working on this picture for a few days; I couldn't quite get the tones correct and the eyes were difficult. This is a vector drawn from scratch, based upon promo pics from the movie. Should I find time, I'll eventually put one together that has improved colour intensity and a greater scope of detail.</span><br /></span></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-28031122737701297602009-07-29T16:15:00.003+01:002009-07-29T16:34:38.781+01:00Tears from Iniquity<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GnKbyouTq8Z9zSYumm78xltKg5Yn3aeWQrrDSnurVZP0nA2H3ehWzepK_8CQNHv15ykq2akXXOqoUxRpucRLtutNhAw3kTLmwTi1DjIvTxaL_V7N1qC8SqoNOlig1R4mkhAw9zsWMq7G/s1600-h/Tears.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GnKbyouTq8Z9zSYumm78xltKg5Yn3aeWQrrDSnurVZP0nA2H3ehWzepK_8CQNHv15ykq2akXXOqoUxRpucRLtutNhAw3kTLmwTi1DjIvTxaL_V7N1qC8SqoNOlig1R4mkhAw9zsWMq7G/s320/Tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363905428864072786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This was a piece fashioned a long time ago. It was borne out of the notion of evil being finite and not at all immeasurable. In this picture, evil took the form of a demon woman. It also negotiated and wrestled with a philosophical question that has rambled around my mind for decades; does pure evil have a soul and if so, what experience could bring that soul to the fore? And should she (evil) realise she had a soul, understood its meaning but for a moment, would she grieve and lament her preceding actions? If she did, should that happen, what would she look like within such a moment of recognition and consciousness? </span></span></div><span style=""> </span>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-5429095306065067852009-07-29T15:36:00.004+01:002009-07-29T16:05:42.281+01:00The Impression That I Get...<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteZIEkWlZOVZsW3G3aIyH5sCUelrPwmuBzkoryY4rZNM_8Gw8zZxaYLaYwU0k9j4khSQeh8nnuJu3mBjzCl46HvH92MWOWLVNiTvYO-k0w5bV5jXYGcc-pKf4S9iUY2TnuSLl260ZmTIW/s1600-h/The+Mighty+Mighty+Bosstones.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteZIEkWlZOVZsW3G3aIyH5sCUelrPwmuBzkoryY4rZNM_8Gw8zZxaYLaYwU0k9j4khSQeh8nnuJu3mBjzCl46HvH92MWOWLVNiTvYO-k0w5bV5jXYGcc-pKf4S9iUY2TnuSLl260ZmTIW/s320/The+Mighty+Mighty+Bosstones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363894356945138994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">These guys have on occasion, rocked my tiny planet. I found myself listening to some old recordings when I rediscovered this song. Taken from the album, 'let's face it', the song was featured in several films including Step Brothers, Chasing Amy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Digimon</span>: The Movie. It made appearances on David Letterman, Jay Leno and Conan's late show. As always, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Grooveshark</span> have linkage: http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Impression_That_I_Get/3433102</span><br /></span></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-31377117256515856942009-07-27T16:40:00.004+01:002009-07-27T17:08:38.550+01:00Sometime In The Past<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirk6UwHXZAnaOjofRjJrTEUIw4nQUacYUoUU29eadcNTXZDx4QADPeRavoscY4ATlgT9OcxcsOUUw093So56NIiePCRfpnz_Vy2A3ppUcuYMo8Tzk71ENmL6CnF0wkMILWFICFp_z9Fumi/s1600-h/Indian.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirk6UwHXZAnaOjofRjJrTEUIw4nQUacYUoUU29eadcNTXZDx4QADPeRavoscY4ATlgT9OcxcsOUUw093So56NIiePCRfpnz_Vy2A3ppUcuYMo8Tzk71ENmL6CnF0wkMILWFICFp_z9Fumi/s320/Indian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171926282809922" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I don’t recall when this painting came to fruition, but it was without doubt painted a good while ago. I came across this old picture whilst I was sorting through my scans a little while back. I was never sure exactly where I was going with this image, and in essence, I don't think that really mattered. The fundamental nature of the illustration was served; and whilst it is perhaps a somewhat old fashioned affair with overtones of a curtailed depiction, I don't think the finished version was that bad.</span></span><br /></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-6154985551615964552009-07-24T20:12:00.003+01:002009-07-24T20:22:15.096+01:00Mogwai<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiest80y_a0Mp1JHfAxT6MlJ6jyZQQpYpv0n2xgJm5e6vcvfG-EtABlP25phrsmblBtxmSPJ6d_cBY1wluKsk4feZFerB3raAEqXfL3kNSdLY0VRO4tqgCJ0DLsYbuhNcikb4f6O4iXlGeK/s1600-h/Untitled-2bbb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiest80y_a0Mp1JHfAxT6MlJ6jyZQQpYpv0n2xgJm5e6vcvfG-EtABlP25phrsmblBtxmSPJ6d_cBY1wluKsk4feZFerB3raAEqXfL3kNSdLY0VRO4tqgCJ0DLsYbuhNcikb4f6O4iXlGeK/s320/Untitled-2bbb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362107055298501666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >I had some spare time today, which happens infrequently. I decided to use it to try and start a project I had been thinking about for a while. This is the first draft, a very rough vector that may lead to something more detailed and better in the near future. My originating idea comprised and embraced something of considerable size and detail, and would carry itself across several pictures or animations. At any rate, I’m unsure if I will follow up on this as I would like to do something with Captain Jack.</span><br /></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-22718113097092175092009-07-24T19:44:00.003+01:002009-07-24T20:09:17.255+01:00The Gaslight Anthem<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwkUdLb6d4mL3uSwCXJPED2GdbpHwJ-CzCjgXmfbQDHXcPlBdKCei5-Iz9M1whVmU_YZbp-DCvpTszkV5Cg-8GTPatzA0jBr_2YqgbJfBsPyONmOxIcal1037wYQINdNV-Y9TZ1TM5uvH/s1600-h/Gaslight_Anthem_59_Sound.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwkUdLb6d4mL3uSwCXJPED2GdbpHwJ-CzCjgXmfbQDHXcPlBdKCei5-Iz9M1whVmU_YZbp-DCvpTszkV5Cg-8GTPatzA0jBr_2YqgbJfBsPyONmOxIcal1037wYQINdNV-Y9TZ1TM5uvH/s320/Gaslight_Anthem_59_Sound.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362105204224142706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I remember hearing a friend mention 'The Gaslight Anthem' during a conversation a while back. It came from a conversation I wasn’t really a party to as I was inattentive and lost in thought at the time. Nevertheless, a few weeks later the name drifted through the minutiae of my mind, surfacing only to leave me wondering just why it was I hadn't forgotten them entirely. As they were essentially anonymous to me, I looked them up on grooveshark. With a visceral buzz emanating from the heart of their music, and vigour akin to that of Ash or The Killers, the resulting body of work is nothing but unashamedly great rock tracks. Just why a band that managed to capture such energy and create such brooding undercurrents had managed to pass me by is anyone’s guess, but I’m glad my memory served me right, even if it took a while. You can hear The Gaslight Anthem here: http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Great_Expectations/11290603</span></span><br /></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-91371717839684288462009-07-21T18:50:00.003+01:002009-07-21T19:09:50.988+01:00Craig Shields<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyulfRHdMJIOWCsSPkPFzHE4qp7j0LN74bvRd4MYp4yYMQDi0a7KFte9tzxlaWawUkWDfK5GrAe0zYxFYaq-xdLh-3c4pM2MFdiWbsv7Ks0v02VLBIVi9R5QfB_wblh1eEAIlVA3JYcLRs/s1600-h/Noir.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyulfRHdMJIOWCsSPkPFzHE4qp7j0LN74bvRd4MYp4yYMQDi0a7KFte9tzxlaWawUkWDfK5GrAe0zYxFYaq-xdLh-3c4pM2MFdiWbsv7Ks0v02VLBIVi9R5QfB_wblh1eEAIlVA3JYcLRs/s320/Noir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360972560338378258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was captivated when my eyes first met with this picture. Strangely, I find it wonderfully pleasing, its uniquely brilliant. Amazingly complex and fascinatingly baroque, with a structure as bold as it is defined. The artist is Craig Shields; a member of depth core, and an artist with a large and ever growing fan base, Craig has without doubt, created a body of work that is as stunning as it is</span> courageous</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">. Take a trip over to his site to have a look at what he has to offer, if only for a moment, and prepare to cast your eyes on a feast of beauty. Http://www.surpy.co.uk/oldportfolio/</span></span><br /></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-19039066593118044952009-07-19T16:55:00.003+01:002009-07-19T16:57:41.359+01:00Donnie Darko<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCJDP0G5zavR19_lP_K84HB5ZW-gDBRpBZ_DBZpE2n2-rV_7fUKeOmxJxbDtbkUdfnJeXzjA5_DZlRGCKTzcIhr0KDBHaZm8wRk7N-qDsxy5i0zgp9jDPUFEWP8HR1rMoROFaq4KUqd6F/s1600-h/Donnie+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCJDP0G5zavR19_lP_K84HB5ZW-gDBRpBZ_DBZpE2n2-rV_7fUKeOmxJxbDtbkUdfnJeXzjA5_DZlRGCKTzcIhr0KDBHaZm8wRk7N-qDsxy5i0zgp9jDPUFEWP8HR1rMoROFaq4KUqd6F/s320/Donnie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360200593646131650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">With an overtly detached plot, a complex and enigmatic climax and a storyline infused with emotional components and psychological individuality normally reserved for David Lynch productions, the Donnie Darko franchise has finally returned in the form of his sister. Despite receiving pallid reviews and a reception that was something other than temperate, S.Darko has finally been released and though I have yet to see the movie, I have realised how much of an impact the first film made on me. It was, at the time, passed over by many, but I was perhaps one of the few that felt it was an influential cinematic offering. It has gained pace over the years with most people having now heard of the movie, and DVD sales bringing it from obscurity into cult status. I drew this vector a while back, when I heard a sequel may be in the offing. I’m glad I did, its minimalism has warmed to me.</span> As always, click to enlarge.</span><br /></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-5931666003211950292009-07-18T08:32:00.004+01:002009-07-18T09:12:04.555+01:00Unused<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ut-L61_H8fJ2y2eIyTccbGpvImYEE1vDOY-kh0UUZ6vCVUjtNbeHL0sy_87VK3bRu8AhvXZqsQg0wcNXHM7_wrpHIhehcHn7UP8KqUgha0JqgX2a14vNuGfXLEsK0LpACam1INTGDLY2/s1600-h/R3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ut-L61_H8fJ2y2eIyTccbGpvImYEE1vDOY-kh0UUZ6vCVUjtNbeHL0sy_87VK3bRu8AhvXZqsQg0wcNXHM7_wrpHIhehcHn7UP8KqUgha0JqgX2a14vNuGfXLEsK0LpACam1INTGDLY2/s320/R3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359703218861942818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >I have been working on several projects over the past few months. I don't have much time to devote to sideline work, so I have been grabbing five minutes here and there where I can. In any event, one of the projects won't now come to fruition. As such, I am posting an original draft from one of the pics that were initially drawn up to to form part of the framework. At some point, the realisation struck me that I would be working on this particular project for about two years before it would be finished, which seems like an awful waste of time for such little gain. I have always believed that any project is a temporary endeavor to produce a set of deliverable's. Within that, there should be a deliverable scope. Unfortunately, with this project I kept suffering from scope creep. Scope creep is where the scope of the project starts to shift and spread in varying directions, and the original project starts to become something more than it was, or a pale and amusing derivative of its former self, all with marginal gain. In itself, scope creep is not necessarily a bad thing, but I think an overall project evaluation is needed when it starts to ingress. In this instance, the scope creep force the realisation upon me that the project was ultimately not time worthy.</span><br /></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-4470598794047370382009-07-17T15:39:00.003+01:002009-07-17T15:44:11.612+01:00Office Space<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSMxCjTG1qaZolKfUN859f_72v3sQAzyfMNvW2M16OvQvHFjoPIU00v_B1MPNwmNIkzeuUfS-l5UAMjDlu-gHhV8oDWcFO_9tPSwc5XB_51xe98ReuWefx3cnRIDDE-L-_vup5BhyphenhyphenFwit/s1600-h/Office+Space.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSMxCjTG1qaZolKfUN859f_72v3sQAzyfMNvW2M16OvQvHFjoPIU00v_B1MPNwmNIkzeuUfS-l5UAMjDlu-gHhV8oDWcFO_9tPSwc5XB_51xe98ReuWefx3cnRIDDE-L-_vup5BhyphenhyphenFwit/s320/Office+Space.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359439025727125154" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I had forgotten how much I loved this movie, until I noticed it had a cartoon counterpart. Unable to tolerate another monotonous day at Initech Corporation, cubicle slave Peter Gibbons (Ron Livingston) suddenly experiences an air of ease and change of attitude, and decides to get fired. Armed with a leisurely new attitude and a new girlfriend (Jennifer Aniston), he soon masters the art of neglecting his work, which quickly propels him into the ranks of upper management. Now the stage is set for Peter to carry out a high-tech embezzling scheme that's sure to mean the end of his job and a one-way ticket to easy street. Can he pull it off before all corporate hell breaks loose? Perhaps the best office based movie to have been released, Office Space is sharply satirical and supremely funny. For those who have not seen the movie, I'll suggest a visit to Blockbuster. For those who have seen the movie, you'll be pleased to learn the film has been given the bunny treatment by the folks over at Angry Alien. With a raised eyebrow, slender semblances of humour, the bunnies have gained mainstream attention, featuring on CNN, BBC online, the Sci-Fi Channel, and variety magazine. </span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">http://www.angryalien.com/aa/officespbuns.asp</span></span><br /></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-60580723028186992302009-05-10T10:08:00.013+01:002009-05-10T10:33:35.237+01:00Typography<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrsz08GzQJh5AQblil86AK92rYfSm5qQV-17tar72vBT2GHTRZNe0hsZL1zfbGRy9JURjodtKIy_4KaJVYOXPXEwmgQp3PYDlH4fIZLVNGib3sVxF5GuQ3cOy1LalbM8hVKofmeA76YeK/s1600-h/R6.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334124984659794850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrsz08GzQJh5AQblil86AK92rYfSm5qQV-17tar72vBT2GHTRZNe0hsZL1zfbGRy9JURjodtKIy_4KaJVYOXPXEwmgQp3PYDlH4fIZLVNGib3sVxF5GuQ3cOy1LalbM8hVKofmeA76YeK/s320/R6.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOA74OA_UP5OMROwEplXXTkbzk6njys9338ftGTqiLAqoXdGdE22noO3LPz04ynBJ5boscEF-ObhIAqelug4vEY3rc9ikwSG5_xjxxoyIJ0ZLbQALDlIrCP7axPEhn-8oOB_6d3S9x_2DJ/s1600-h/R1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334120146743952258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOA74OA_UP5OMROwEplXXTkbzk6njys9338ftGTqiLAqoXdGdE22noO3LPz04ynBJ5boscEF-ObhIAqelug4vEY3rc9ikwSG5_xjxxoyIJ0ZLbQALDlIrCP7axPEhn-8oOB_6d3S9x_2DJ/s320/R1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPW8eNPm1nULVru_CMhArwl1tUNwEFytRoeFD6xwtciMtC10d0P-iCnKfisVJKC1FyIyJKPSF6ML8lEx3W3YapP9MTUhzWFpmI_zyGwMzFikSlnrRcUPwjBSrfVq7bMAo3TjXMlLzsWsi2/s1600-h/R5.jpg"></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">A while back I was creating a number of pictures that were heavily infused with measures of typography. Typography (Etymology: typos—type, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">graphos</span>—written) is the art and techniques of arranging type, type design, and modifying type glyphs. Type glyphs are created and modified using a variety of illustration techniques. The arrangement of type involves the selection of typefaces, point size, line length, leading (line spacing), adjusting the spaces between groups of letters (tracking) and adjusting the space between pairs of letters (kerning). Typography is performed by typesetters, compositors, typographers, graphic designers, art directors, comic book artists, and clerical workers. Until the Digital Age, typography was a specialized occupation. Digitization opened up typography to new generations of visual designers and lay users. Form some reason that I have yet to fathom, it fascinates me. These <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">didn't</span> take long to put together, perhaps about an hour each, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I've</span> yet to appreciate the colouration techniques <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I've</span> employed. Click for larger views.</span></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-28024129469200396522009-04-19T17:53:00.008+01:002009-04-19T22:11:13.980+01:00Desktop Madness #08<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBlIOlpN8DJDlQ0IEXXZjV7SQLe1ydF3LE0mJ-jXa5N0ljHK_UY7Tjlos8ktqZCfcxYP8UW_q_K8d_oFZKUIYeF58PhqsMDJBworrX9LDSvg68bjBQvvJonplDPhV7pYGrCTfQcLf_eYt3/s1600-h/rustik.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326448118446013250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBlIOlpN8DJDlQ0IEXXZjV7SQLe1ydF3LE0mJ-jXa5N0ljHK_UY7Tjlos8ktqZCfcxYP8UW_q_K8d_oFZKUIYeF58PhqsMDJBworrX9LDSvg68bjBQvvJonplDPhV7pYGrCTfQcLf_eYt3/s320/rustik.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">A large measure of typography was used in the construction of this picture. I have a deep love of music and wanted to create something that reflected this, and felt as though the marrying of both word and music, both powerful art forms would hold a depth of impact. To see the full effect you'll have to click the picture.</span>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-5490324974804111782009-04-19T17:47:00.003+01:002009-04-19T22:10:56.012+01:00Desktop Madness #07<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfa7RTjhNGRix9In8Ux6Po9GTRP7Rd2QnDFLyxBKTXEawAN4JZP9ANKDQzj9YuJfDt8cWxXHDNBTlPA8cNkLrvs3yqKj6fgYSqGM64xdxA7o_c-ZMCRV7qPDJPNfw1ZEfz6swOf7__Svp/s1600-h/R2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326446204978744850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfa7RTjhNGRix9In8Ux6Po9GTRP7Rd2QnDFLyxBKTXEawAN4JZP9ANKDQzj9YuJfDt8cWxXHDNBTlPA8cNkLrvs3yqKj6fgYSqGM64xdxA7o_c-ZMCRV7qPDJPNfw1ZEfz6swOf7__Svp/s320/R2.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">This was something I threw together a few weeks back. It took approximately 30 minutes to produce and was not intended to be anything but a mild and amusing diversion. Essentially I like the finish, its very simple but retains a tepid quality akin to city lights.</span>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-67471461525294862572009-04-19T17:38:00.005+01:002009-04-19T22:10:38.983+01:00Desktop Madness #06<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JiUqf8Abh2d3KQ8CLuCwUB8x9q58lPjWXLIOBsHdhs05cDYwQTi6f96-FVQMH35awyWuJtYQkENZ1q1ejlggGpnZLShTMA55G6JvkGDDzjO5qCvxOmagcCOVK0TKDKjDVhNuS2tO6veh/s1600-h/obama.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326444464861066226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JiUqf8Abh2d3KQ8CLuCwUB8x9q58lPjWXLIOBsHdhs05cDYwQTi6f96-FVQMH35awyWuJtYQkENZ1q1ejlggGpnZLShTMA55G6JvkGDDzjO5qCvxOmagcCOVK0TKDKjDVhNuS2tO6veh/s320/obama.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">I have always had a distinct love of typography, and although I do not use it anywhere as much as I would like, it does on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occasion</span> creep into my work. This took a good while to put together but was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ultimately</span> worth it, and even if it is incomprehensible at times, I like the way this turned out. As always, click the picture for the larger version.</span></span>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-60181208779325502022009-04-19T17:33:00.005+01:002009-05-10T10:05:16.059+01:00Desktop Madness #05<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRapfIrydxfTo8V86t-e6FPqwFWZBXrBIodzcbGE_kRWDLvyKK5RQ4-hrHEE8-XkZRyUrKy_pnKiqI6Ns6tnUbyfPDV6Ll2PtizaZiQvlJpd-Uo615DB59XnRaRXRdtSrMtVIESlQEpgLI/s1600-h/Joker.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326442296449438210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRapfIrydxfTo8V86t-e6FPqwFWZBXrBIodzcbGE_kRWDLvyKK5RQ4-hrHEE8-XkZRyUrKy_pnKiqI6Ns6tnUbyfPDV6Ll2PtizaZiQvlJpd-Uo615DB59XnRaRXRdtSrMtVIESlQEpgLI/s320/Joker.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">This was drawn from scratch using vectors. I created this a little while ago for no other reason than I was feeling a little creative. It didn't turn out as I had initially planned as there was more overall detail, but less clarity than I would have liked. It works, but essentially could have been more had I had the time.</span>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-37758790227224013942009-04-19T17:27:00.006+01:002009-04-19T22:10:02.516+01:00Desktop Madness #04<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZipQvi-NtT3Pm_yPb6qfHqZTn7HE-TAbZPwWTOcogGDl-cr-ouLgEWk6TBH73TSWgUKSvXtH8LJJ9H2zcesK1ga13XZwsoV6yzMfz9OCV1oyre9UXuYkJvqreJo5uCmV1E3jRW4VLbI8/s1600-h/Iniquity1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326441342014524050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZipQvi-NtT3Pm_yPb6qfHqZTn7HE-TAbZPwWTOcogGDl-cr-ouLgEWk6TBH73TSWgUKSvXtH8LJJ9H2zcesK1ga13XZwsoV6yzMfz9OCV1oyre9UXuYkJvqreJo5uCmV1E3jRW4VLbI8/s200/Iniquity1.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">'The perception', was the fifth in a series of eight pieces, and was perhaps the most unusual. Whilst it was the easiest of all eight iniquity pictures to create, it was perhaps too stereotypical for myself to truly enjoy, as I found it problematic to finish, and all too easy to start.</span>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-68846217072044352272009-04-19T17:22:00.006+01:002009-04-19T22:25:21.808+01:00Desktop Madness #03<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgirjrxOugb2LzcV7a-hX3jja4lfBH1LbRUm2XnzCt9VTNWjc1OQ-flPRG1w8M9XgZSmkG1tK7XUfONBR98lcai2cVcXlW-JLykJZiH-x0gq9NssYiUsdjGAXqOCDw0njoSFjFyOExoAT/s1600-h/Iniquity3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326439435306932482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgirjrxOugb2LzcV7a-hX3jja4lfBH1LbRUm2XnzCt9VTNWjc1OQ-flPRG1w8M9XgZSmkG1tK7XUfONBR98lcai2cVcXlW-JLykJZiH-x0gq9NssYiUsdjGAXqOCDw0njoSFjFyOExoAT/s320/Iniquity3.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">This piece was another member of the iniquity series. Whilst I will always have a certain degree of affection for this picture, it was by no means unsurpassed. In retrospect, I enjoyed working on this picture more than most, but the satisfaction is somewhat marred as there are many flaws.</span>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-75806945291830220092009-04-19T17:03:00.012+01:002009-05-10T09:29:13.689+01:00Desktop Madness #02<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWofYQBQE2aofRP7R-PvzDGg0DbKu-itEgmrFjaAzYpywJnCBtDUgtIeIxxT0P66tuLZLApLIWBkpimfQimR8IIsyxAxyiZYK5Nw16m9KC8YSXjF4pvd7TxmvetXH1g8PeUAAT4K-VfPDe/s1600-h/Iniquity2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 242px; cursor: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326437651491290002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWofYQBQE2aofRP7R-PvzDGg0DbKu-itEgmrFjaAzYpywJnCBtDUgtIeIxxT0P66tuLZLApLIWBkpimfQimR8IIsyxAxyiZYK5Nw16m9KC8YSXjF4pvd7TxmvetXH1g8PeUAAT4K-VfPDe/s320/Iniquity2.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%">This picture came from a sequence of pictures known as the iniquity series. Over 4 years old, these weigh in as some of my best, but older work. The last iniquity piece a created was 3 years ago, but </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%">I have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pieces</span> dating back well over 10 years. This piece was entitled reverence, and represented the moments of peace, tranquillity and reflection we <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">experience</span> at times of regret. This was one of the largest pictures I have completed to date, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">although</span> I expect my next project to eclipse that of the iniquity series.</span> Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-74212340448906806352009-04-19T15:59:00.004+01:002009-04-19T16:06:01.394+01:00Spring Clean<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Old blogs are about as useful or as sought after as dandelion salad. I bore this in mind when I decided to spin the wheel-of-blog one more time. With much chagrin, I lost all remnants of my old blog over 4 years ago (the hosting server tripped out and my host lost just about everything, I guess they lied when they promised continuous and dedicated backup's, eh?). I have to admit that I should, perhaps, have engaged myself a little more in the whole backup process, but in hindsight, I seem to have been sat on the wrong side of the backup fence. Prior to my host proving they were indeed, gibbering, cheese eating, surrender monkeys, I received a reasonable 700 hits a week. Not bad in hindsight, but it was still a big drop off when placed in comparison to some of the kitsch and innovatively scripted blogs (the darth side, memoirs of a monster - for those that love scripted genius). Any-hoo, I also used it as a forum to post my art. After a massive spring clean of my hard drive, I’ve come across a few old pictures I painted, and some CG pictures I created. I still use Photoshop, though have not painted on canvas for a while now. To be honest, the CG side interests me a whole lot more as it's a completely new way of thinking for me. Over the next few days and weeks, under the banner of desktop madness, I'll be posting some old pictures, created or painted by myself, just for the sheer fun of it all. Toodles....</span></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998510317313402743.post-57330401357263385152009-02-12T14:31:00.006+00:002009-02-12T14:44:42.780+00:00Sweet Sounds #01<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinSY1PxpN5DrNEHBvhtU_gHl_I92iujyzaMgEGcnPnQN71RImbNQUBAS6ro2vn3bfv0d9pBKxftI6VyvzvEXCep1Dvi_pANcKA2m3PbLVj53V87yTnt6pjwjKOoPSbKo3VHD_ZgQqqUbd8/s1600-h/Yael.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301921779488847634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinSY1PxpN5DrNEHBvhtU_gHl_I92iujyzaMgEGcnPnQN71RImbNQUBAS6ro2vn3bfv0d9pBKxftI6VyvzvEXCep1Dvi_pANcKA2m3PbLVj53V87yTnt6pjwjKOoPSbKo3VHD_ZgQqqUbd8/s320/Yael.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm always looking for exceptional musicians with an aptitude to excite and compose something innovative. About once or twice a year I'll happen along something really quite special. Taking advantage of an unblemished sound, infused with antiquated overtones and hints of modernism, the flawless, emotional lyrics of "New Soul” reflects the talent that lives under the name of Yael Naim. In many respects, New Soul is a passionate, poetic and equally intriguing song with fitting lyrics that compose a story of delicacy. One of 13 songs taken from the album "Yael Naim", every track is a wonderful diatribe that strikes many emotional chords whilst infusing the imagination with images of both complexity and mystery. To hear a stream of the song:</span> </span><br /><div><div><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/onenightinbkk/music/mZ5qt_1M/yael_naim_new_soul/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">http://www.imeem.com/onenightinbkk/music/mZ5qt_1M/yael_naim_new_soul/</span></a></div></div></div>Rustikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06986787853834322787noreply@blogger.com0