ADSHOC
A lot to tell and nobody to tell it to.
When I’ve passed into nature’s inclusion, what will they say? That I left my eyes in the fire and spent my thoughts on pain? That in darkness I was born and in darkness I remained?
What a terror life can be.
Something awful, something sleeping— it took a year’s storm to disturb it, but now that it wakes, it has its way.
What I was couldn’t have lived for long.
Something to keep me up nights, something to stare back at me from between moonlit blinds and boughs… it wasn’t anyone’s fault. The love just left me.
Walt Disney, the original Cave Johnson.
(Tumblrs servers are sucking right now and I’m tired, so I’ll upload the picture later.)
The prompt for my application to ADV 452 (Creative Concepts I) was, “What follows you around?”
I had to express that I was creative in one 8.5x11 sheet of paper. So I made a backpack— one that is tiny, wearable and uses every square inch of the paper. This is just an earlier version, but the final version is perforated so all you have to do is tear and fold (no tape!).
Here’s the template. It prints on both sides. No, I have no time/chops for typography and I’m uploading in a printable resolution, which means it might look ugly on your screen!
jenawithonen Asks:
adshoc Said:
It’s amazing how they rope so many people (probably me included) into that extra semester/year! Fingers crossed on me getting a job. But then again, I agree with what you said about your degree. A degree, a job, people told us that all these things would give us the freedom to live the way we wanted— they’re all starting to seem like heavy anchors keeping us from going the places and doing the things that we actually want to be going and doing.
On days when I’m feeling existentially optimistic, I put my clothes in my laundry bag. When nihilism and depression take hold, they are reified as strewn-about garments. It’s been a rough weekend. Yes, that’s a ukulele…
And I am here to destroy love once and for all.
Head On installation by the renowned Cai Guo-Qiang , consisting of 99 life-sized replicas of wolves.
(via letmyforbyngo)
Something I made while convalescing today. You can hear this man’s soul in his music. I defaulted on Helvetica, because none of the fonts I have are very jazzy.
