For Another Year…
…I have my domain name! YAY!
Real talk: financial shenanigans nearly kept this from happening.
(I’m still, in many ways, feeling the effects of a 2011 layoff.)
However, I’m an adult, and I can make things happen when I put my mind to things.
You can’t see me, but I’m patting myself on the back!
My workspace, the Clifton Santiago Honeymoon Suite, is often in need of tidying. However, shit has gotten really out of hand. I’m tackling it while listening to an episode of Tell Me Something I Don’t Know, and it’s going VERY slowly.
But it’s going. Slowly.
On the bright side of things, I’ve found my umbrella.
This is easily the most personal poster I’ve ever had to make, and the hardest.
My sister-in-law Karla, and my niece Sophie, passed away in December and January respectively, due to an auto accident. The accident also eventually took the life of Sophie’s friend, Evelyn. Needless to say, we’re all having a tough time dealing with this.
My brother-in-law, Steve, decided to put together a fundraiser in Karla and Sophie’s honour for the Children’s Hospital Foundation of Manitoba, and asked me to do the poster and handbill. I was happy to do it, but I instantly put pressure on myself to make it beautiful, because they were beautiful people.
I often talk about how much I like symmetry, yet it never shows up in any of my work, so this seemed like an appropriate opportunity. Looking back at our email exchange, Steve suggested using their birth flowers (gladiolus and lily of the valley) as a motif, and I figured a nod to the Arts & Crafts Movement would be a nice approach. If you’re wondering why the poster is so purple, it was Sophie’s favorite color (or at least among her favorites).
While I’m very happy with how it turned out (especially due to Steve’s reaction), I second guessed every step I took in the making of it. Nothing felt good enough. I put down several sketches, but nothing really seemed to gel.
I’ve mentioned that I’m my own worst enemy in the creative process, and in life; making this poster was no exception. I emotionally beat myself up to the point of numbness, when all I really had to do was relax and make it happen.
I believe “relax” is the key word. I think I can also throw in “focus,” and “do more life drawing.” Yeah, that’s more than one word. If anything, making this poster has made me rethink my methods. That ain’t bad.
And yeah, I should go a little easy on myself. Easier said than done.
All in all, Steve liked it, so that makes me happy.
Man, I’d give anything to see Karla and Sophie’s smiling faces again.
I added a section in my portfolio for the best of my Manitoban pieces.
I’m liking how this website stuff is coming together!
Last Thursday, I finally met my man Aaron Draplin, a true original in graphic design. I had to go to Saskatoon to do it, but I was given all the comforts of home by my friends at Odelay (Thanks again, y’all!).
Aaron and I have been corresponding for years, starting with the day I sent him my picture for his "Proud Customer Gallery" (I bought a Factory Floor Issue Action Cap). I do believe this was my introduction to him, and I was compelled to check out his work, which is top notch. I think you’ll agree.
Me and the folks attending Louis’ Pub that night were treated to his patented Tall Tales From a Large Man gabfest, and I know I wasn’t the only one that left inspired. If he’s speaking in your town, run – don’t walk – to the venue, buy some boss merch, and listen to a man that does good work for good people, which is something we all should do.
(Photo courtesy of Debra Marshall Photography. Thanks, Debra!)
Three Ropes, Fool.
I can’t tell you how pissed off I get when I see illustrated depictions of wrestling rings with two or four ropes, and I do believe I saw two examples recently.* It really speaks to the importance of having reference around, and a simple Google image search should kill any doubts you may have. Now, having said this, you now have free reign to call me out on the next thing I fuck up graphically. However, there’s a chance I actually did my research, so the error can be chalked up to ineptitude.
So, get it straight, chump: three ropes = wrestling ring, four ropes = boxing ring.
Two ropes? I seriously don’t know what the hell that is.
*When I first posted this, I refused to blow up the spot of whomever created the image that made me write this screed out of courtesy. Of course it’s been four years, so I can’t remember who did them in the first place.