We are totally stoked to have our good friend and interweb genius Noah Stokes visit Madhouse next Friday for a long overdue web seminar. We’ve been turning to Noah for CSS support for years so we decided to fly the motherfuton out here to your favorite swing state for some intense instructional time. Noah is a master front end developer and has recently expanded his skillset to Javascript and PHP mastery. I have to go now and get my questions ready.
That Steve… He sure will make you ponder with his thought and talent provoking posts on madlove. Drawing? Sure, I think I will. I’ve always wanted to draw more. Get better. Hone skills. Ya know, the same thing you were thinking when he put up his enviable work.
There were several forces nudging me towards weekly figure drawing.
First there was the surly creative director interviewing me for one of my early agency jobs. The interrogation was going pretty well when he said, “You know, all this computer stuff is fine and good, but… can you draw?” I assured him I could indeed draw.
I just hadn’t.
In a while.
Like many great inventions prior to the industrial revolution, screen printing traces its beginnings to China. 11th or 12th century to be precise. It is the process by which a graphic reproduction is made by forcing ink through a fine mesh stencil. The term is somewhat synonymous with silkscreen, though true silk has been dismissed since the 60s as a poor screen material.
Had a bit of a crazy dream last night…
Capital A kicked off gig poster festivities in it’s new home recently. Steve lined up a gig with State Radio at the Blind Pig and I offered to help him out a bit with the production.
I don’t think I was much help but I did learn a few things in the process. When a screen tears, yer pretty much done printing.
Imagine you’re out for a hike in the woods or along a streambed and you come across an unexpected, unexplained stack of rocks. Would you be delighted? You may find yourself wondering who might have stacked them and when did they stack them there. Surely it’s not a natural formation.
Tyler and I like to take a little stroll on lunch sometimes and see what the world of downtown Toledo has to offer a treasure searching soul. Last week, we happened upon the organized “junk” at Scrap for Art. Carpet bits, old magazines, leftover wedding table centerpieces, some gatorade lids, various scrap lengths of yarn, and behold… the “hand”.
Plucked, nay, salvaged from the box of random kids meal toys was this 2 inch rubber lady hand. LADY! Why is your left hand here? Where is your right hand? Larger than a barbie hand but smaller and more mature than your average doll mitt. Fill a bag for 3 bucks. So between the Mrs., Tyler’s glass cylinders, and a tupperware lid replacement that I had melted on my stove a week earlier (what a find!) I estimate the value of the hand to be approximately 50 cents.
SO flexible! She can stretch with the best of them and snap back to retain that womanly figure of hers. My, my, what gem! She was quickly whisked home and showered free from fuzz and misc debris. Rob and Bill weren’t keen on the lady upon first sight. “You would have to pay me to take that thing home,” says Rob. And Bill with his cocked brow and a long “Grossss.” But as the day went by she found a place in everyones heart.
