Saturday, September 29, 2012
Fluttershy Wallpaper of the Day
Hello, Equestria! Here's a little wallpaper for ya'll to use when surfin' the tubes.
Generated in Photoshop CS5.1, .PNG
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Unintended Poetry Jam
For the three people who may or may not read this blog, I've started to post some rather random poetry on here. I suppose the reason for this is that I don't always have art to share and want to share something creative. Well, the poems one reads are on the spot creations exclusive to Single Artist.
Some of my prose is decent, sometimes strange, and more often than not just the pretentious garbling of a girl at her computer. However, I want to expand on different forms of creativity other than doodling on Walmart sketches with sharpies. On that note, I'll do as much pictures as the poetry saturation on this blog.
Some of my prose is decent, sometimes strange, and more often than not just the pretentious garbling of a girl at her computer. However, I want to expand on different forms of creativity other than doodling on Walmart sketches with sharpies. On that note, I'll do as much pictures as the poetry saturation on this blog.
Doortstep in the Mind
For many days I've stood here,
at the edge of this reality.
The swirling forces beckon me to join their dance.
It's hard to say if I'll take the plunge.
The drop goes, down, down, down.
The distant winds of far-off worlds want me to rider their currents.
Only fear could they muster from me, I only wished to stay.
Never was I to take on the grand adventure.
All was fine in my mind, until the forces of change swept me off my feet.
So fell into the vortex of time,
My view on the universe changed so very quickly.
Unprepared was my young soul for the entirety of this life.
I so wished to go home.
After riding the currents of war and wonder,
I don't think I could go home.
Too changed to ever fit in.
I stand here on the doorstep of reality.
Should I return to familarity?
Can I put on the glamor of normality?
Why should I even go back?
Becuase my fear would only return.
at the edge of this reality.
The swirling forces beckon me to join their dance.
It's hard to say if I'll take the plunge.
The drop goes, down, down, down.
The distant winds of far-off worlds want me to rider their currents.
Only fear could they muster from me, I only wished to stay.
Never was I to take on the grand adventure.
All was fine in my mind, until the forces of change swept me off my feet.
So fell into the vortex of time,
My view on the universe changed so very quickly.
Unprepared was my young soul for the entirety of this life.
I so wished to go home.
After riding the currents of war and wonder,
I don't think I could go home.
Too changed to ever fit in.
I stand here on the doorstep of reality.
Should I return to familarity?
Can I put on the glamor of normality?
Why should I even go back?
Becuase my fear would only return.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Fake Gallery Poster
For the curious, this is bout as real as a ninja Godzilla. The poster you see before you was a project I did about a year ago for a class. I've always thought it had a great look to it but I never got around to uploading it anywhere.
As for the image itself, it was produced in Photoshop and then exported as a .PNG. The layout was inspired from a random google image of a poster and then was messed with a bit to give a more original edge. It's a decent little corner of my work I hope I'll actually make a reality in the near future.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
Streaming down the banks
I stand on the edge of the bridge.
My eyes fixed on the fish below.
They always seemed so small to me.
In their own little world.
My young mind wonders about them.
About how the must see the world.
Is it just the unending stream of water,
or do they look for more.
Strong questions for a six year old.
Perhaps just a touch too potent.
I drop my water bottle onto the ground,
thrusting me from that philosophical world.
My mother calls for me,
she tells me we have to keep going.
We've off to see the grandparents,
and my little sister is getting cranky.
So I take my leave and hope in the back.
Click, I'm fastened in.
I think back to those tiny little minnow.
Their wide eyes so obilvious to me.
Maybe, just maybe, this van of people are fishes themselves.
Swimming upstream to the lake of their youth.
Life must be so simple then, even if the truth hurts.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Unseen forces.
Onto the ocean, I see a distant sail;I wonder where it might be going.
Perhaps to a private villa,
or towards the open sea.
A sense of adventure overtook me,giving my mind an unfamiliar jolt.
I was never one to take a dare,
or let caution to the four winds.
In this moment I took the dive,
letting the world shape me.
The waters of distant horizons have come to claim me.
Oh how I my life has now changed.
Perhaps to a private villa,
or towards the open sea.
A sense of adventure overtook me,giving my mind an unfamiliar jolt.
I was never one to take a dare,
or let caution to the four winds.
In this moment I took the dive,
letting the world shape me.
The waters of distant horizons have come to claim me.
Oh how I my life has now changed.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Time Turner plushie
Time Turner IRL!
Yeah...I made him over the course of a weekend. I have no idea why I made him, but at least it kept me busy for while. Timer here is made out of fleece, felt, and quilting thread.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Pixelated
In my many artistic adventures over the years, I've tried and dabbled into different forms when they've tickled my fancy. One artform I've always admired is pixel graphics. I love how a person could create unique and often wondersome works using one pixel and a knack for colors. In knowing this, I started using pixel bases as a way to make armor and the like without making a brand new outline. Most of the pixeling I did was made up Power Ranger teams and other things I enjoy. So here's a showcase of some of my better pixels.
Base belongs to Ameyal/Acatl
Base belongs to Ameyal/Acatl
Sunday, September 2, 2012
The abstract collective
I really should live up my blog's name, "A blog on abstract designs". I suppose I've been taking a break from such things, since I've been wanting to improve on other forms of art. So here's a small slice of more recent works.
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