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Name: Shayx0r
Country: United States
Gender: Male
Interests: Love, music, art and the making of all three.
Expertise: Robot wrangling, coffee tasting, deep space exploration, smoking...
Occupation: Graphic Designer
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
6/22/2005
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| Oh yeah, you can find me on MySpace. Because I'm a sellout. That's right.
PneumaDesign on MySpace | | |
| In any case, there isn't much to tell.
I'm starting an apparel company (after waiting for far too long), and we'll be selling original illustrations and other forms of art on shirts, stickers, 11x17 prints and probably all kinds of other stuff. Look out for Pneuma...
Also, lookout for the Pneuma Industries umbrella, which will be home to a record label (or two), more artists doing tshirts and prints, a street-art collective, and much much more. Not to mention the Pneuma Industries events that we'll be throwing throughout the year. Our first line of shirts (our first anything for that matter...) will be launching this summer. I'll be posting more info here until we can get our site up and running.
Here's where I spill my digital guts all over the place.
My mind is aglow with thoughts of the future. More than ever, the thing that is constantly at the forefront of my thoughts is what has yet to be. I never thought I would be looking forward to sitting at a desk, making money over the phone (or through the internet...even scarier...), and telling people how I want things to look, how I want them to be done...
And I suppose it isn't those particular things that I actually look forward to. It's the sense of purpose that I need. If my life doesn't have a purpose, I would rather not spend it here where people get lied to and stolen from by everything and everyone around them. BUT, there seems to be a purpose for me, and I feel like I'm falling down a fatally steep hill toward that purpose. And even working toward that purpose has purpose in and of itself. So things can't be that bad...
Can they?
Of course not.
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| Another day...another week, another month, year, life, whatever. Work update: Pumped
Pumped is a film project being put together by Ransomed Productions, and it's a story about gas prices and the oil industry. Ok, it's not really about that, but it's the overall theme of the story. I'm doing movie posters and promotional 'ish for that, and it's been hella fun thus far. Hella fun?! ...yeah...I did just say that......marginally embarrassed... Monkeys & Llamas
T-shirt company, most of you know about it; I'm doing more work for them as well, but just t-shirts this time around. Hopefully we'll have some of the new items up on monkeysandllamas.com soon. *Top Secret Cartoon*
Robbie Bourland has written a script that I'm looking over for a possible animated short. I wish I could say more, but I think it would ruin the surprise. Analogue Delay
After years of kicking this idea around, I think I finally have a script that's worth a damn and it looks like we may just go ahead and animate the whole thing. Live action really wouldn't work, it's too short to be a novel (snicker), there are too many black and white indie-comics about guys in suits with guns, and I feel like the motion of the story needs to be reflected by the kind of movement you can only achieve through animation. Whatever, we'll see how it goes down. That's the news for now. I'm also going mad, which has its perks...but in reality I'm just tired of running around in circles...especially small circles... | | |
| I have two computers now. That's kind of exhilarating. Aside from that, I'm starting, slowly, to realize what the word "potential" actually means. It has nothing to do with your "motivation" or "drive." It's one of those things that kind of has to stand on it's own. Because once you've done something worthwhile with your life, you no longer have "potential;" you have "credibility." Thus far I'm lacking in "credibility." And what can I say? I'm really not surprised at this point. Besides, the point of this post is not to realize and reconcile what I'm doing wrong. It's so I have something to do while I wait for my social anxiety to wear off so I can go back and join the party. There isn't a single thing I'd change. Except for that one thing... | | |
| Anyone who has yet to meet Wednesday, she is the new rat. Pictures coming soon. In other news, I feel like I may be stretched a liiiiittle thin. I'm doing so much design now that it's almost stressful. The way I see it, though, I really have no room to complain. New oppurtunities are opening up left and right, and it feels really good. I never thought I'd enjoy settling back into society, but it's actually been a pretty nice transition. The only problem is now I can't dress like a crazy person all the time. Unfortunately, even in the art field (more specifically in the graphic design field), you still have to make a good first impression with your clients. So that's been kind of strange. It's wierd to have to ask my roommates, "Have you seen my nice pants? I have to go to a meeting in like 10 minutes and I need my nice pants...also, has anyone seen my blazer?" That's what it's come to...but it's ok. When I don't have to go to meetings or talk to the stiffs, I still get to work in my pajamas :) And that makes it all worth it. "My chest is a thirty-six,
my overcoat is full of poison.
My trousers end six inches from the ground,
three inches from my shoes.
Tied up with a piece of string
and held together with three spoons.
Call me an eccentric man...I don't believe I am."
-The Groundhogs | | |
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