tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74145080437244294002011-04-21T14:46:55.309-07:00Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-89575841970417837252008-12-05T16:21:00.000-08:002008-12-05T16:58:46.666-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/STnN3HwqUaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_un229wQfAY/s1600-h/Portfolio.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/STnN3HwqUaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_un229wQfAY/s320/Portfolio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276474785300894114" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/STnIgbZb6aI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pe6qgkA7R84/s1600-h/Portfolio2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/STnIgbZb6aI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pe6qgkA7R84/s320/Portfolio2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276468897877060002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/STnIgO-h72I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y8urqFq8lfQ/s1600-h/Portfolio3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/STnIgO-h72I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y8urqFq8lfQ/s320/Portfolio3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276468894542983010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/STnIftNRmMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2j9e-jy8jto/s1600-h/Portfolio4.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/STnIftNRmMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2j9e-jy8jto/s320/Portfolio4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276468885478021314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/STnIfA114aI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aTd-KP8yY7A/s1600-h/Portfolio5.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/STnIfA114aI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aTd-KP8yY7A/s320/Portfolio5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276468873568575906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/STnIfFHTsFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pS1gDaqOitQ/s1600-h/Portfolio6.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/STnIfFHTsFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pS1gDaqOitQ/s320/Portfolio6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276468874715574354" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My art.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is what I like or others have liked.<br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>I was hoping this was a good start to putting together a portfolio.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not all the work done was during college or art classes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Most is on my own.</div><div><br /></div><div>as I am mostly alone.</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to be a serious art student</div><div>and always a student of art</div><div><br /></div><div>I want my art to be taken seriously.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-8957584197041783725?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-43695085334279850302008-11-17T20:31:00.000-08:002008-11-17T20:33:37.151-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SSJFmONWXYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M3jJgpifxDw/s1600-h/Contents.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SSJFmONWXYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M3jJgpifxDw/s320/Contents.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269851036928335234" /></a><br />Here are my table of contents.<div>I must admit I did do everything in InDesign.</div><div><br /></div><div>BORING but not bad.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-4369508533427985030?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-71434728174768361662008-11-14T12:00:00.000-08:002008-11-14T12:07:04.427-08:00A bunch of my work can be found here:<a href="http://sou.edu.com/~owenj"> </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><a href="http://www.sou.edu/~owenj">Zombie Love</a></span><div><br /></div><div>I tell you there seems to be some issues.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 62px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SR3Z962C6SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zcXkWav5G_o/s320/Zombielove+Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268606796884535586" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-7143472817476836166?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-44321708390906715472008-11-05T11:20:00.000-08:002008-11-05T11:29:06.575-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SRHz0i-bwkI/AAAAAAAAADw/pKtp_tf_ov8/s1600-h/Zombielove-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SRHz0i-bwkI/AAAAAAAAADw/pKtp_tf_ov8/s400/Zombielove-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265257523440239170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SRHz0htDlrI/AAAAAAAAADo/fz0IhDBo-Dg/s1600-h/Zombielove.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SRHz0htDlrI/AAAAAAAAADo/fz0IhDBo-Dg/s400/Zombielove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265257523098916530" /></a><br />Why doesn't this place let you upload your pictures with out it being torture?<div><br /></div><div>I can't get three files to upload... </div><div><br /></div><div>My D's.  Or D's Nuts-</div><div><br /></div><div>And My third Zombie Love is not loading... </div><div><br /></div><div>Hopefully the Red Zombie, and The Hearts and Zombies uploads.</div><div>These are just some graphic ideas for my company.  I sent the images to myself in the mail... </div><div>Poor man copyright.  So don't steal from me.</div><div>Cause my ideas are never gonna see a grave.</div><div>Remember love sucks the life out of you.</div><div>Porn is good in a group setting.</div><div>I'm taking group aroma therapy classes.  </div><div>Nothing relaxes me more than the smell of sex. (preferably not dirty ho sex)</div><div><br /></div><div>Fucking A.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-4432170839090671547?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-65526797642287309602008-11-03T18:06:00.000-08:002008-11-05T11:19:38.835-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SRHrZyOWtJI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ffh5h2-x1MM/s1600-h/Time.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SRHrZyOWtJI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ffh5h2-x1MM/s320/Time.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265248267584058514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SQ-yyTCf4qI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FlPPV9lW5eg/s1600-h/D%27s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SQ-yyTCf4qI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FlPPV9lW5eg/s320/D%27s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264623066593354402" /></a><br />So I steal my internet connection from one of my neighbors.<div>On occasion it is down.  It has been up and own for a week.  </div><div>I am posting this stuff late but I am doing it all.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am frustrated with writing papers trying to relax and horrible case of loneliness.  </div><div>Who am I?</div><div>What am I doing?</div><div>Where am I going? </div><div>What am I to become?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here some letters.</div><div><br /></div><div>I do this differently than anyone.  Why?</div><div>Is it not good?</div><div>Or is it just different?</div><div>Either way I am simply breathing and existing. </div><div>There has to be more to life than the miserable damp cold apartment I never leave.</div><div><br /></div><div>Perhaps I am losing what little of my mind I have left.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-6552679764228730960?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-67168353816031969862008-10-27T16:53:00.000-07:002008-10-27T20:18:16.814-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family:verdana;">East Coast Rockers</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family:verdana;">West Coast Bobbers</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.crookedlooks.com">Look at this Band</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SQZVj6laq9I/AAAAAAAAACo/klBL-bJfm68/s1600-h/Croooked-Looks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SQZVj6laq9I/AAAAAAAAACo/klBL-bJfm68/s320/Croooked-Looks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261987290138979282" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-6716835381603196986?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-38689613231074650062008-10-27T16:24:00.001-07:002008-10-27T16:34:23.917-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SQZPqPROZeI/AAAAAAAAACg/7155PCq619c/s1600-h/Tank-Patroll.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SQZPqPROZeI/AAAAAAAAACg/7155PCq619c/s320/Tank-Patroll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261980801700881890" /></a><br />Sarah Palin and the family was over the other day at my friend Bob's house who has a few kids. So we get a drinking some white-lightening and shootin' off all the guns and such.  Meanwhile her husband and the ladies were a carvin' pumpkins and so than while secret service were switching duties or taking a piss or whatnot we got Sarah to play in Bob's boy's tank.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-3868961323107465006?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-37776344781984538042008-10-10T11:20:00.000-07:002008-10-12T10:44:37.484-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:small;">I got some more letters. I am not sure what the deal was this morning at 6 A.M.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;">More uploaded and well as I stated before, I am late for where I need to be.  Not my problem-rental car not returned.  I haven't heard how my muse is making it and so I am pleading the 5th on this assignment.  I got it done.  Explanation: I hope my audience is as smart as I assume they are.  We have the top of a microphone. Looks like the number '0'. But really this is the letter 'O'.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SO-j-M2dGyI/AAAAAAAAACI/kzX9ufOUNC0/s1600-h/Mic-check1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SO-j-M2dGyI/AAAAAAAAACI/kzX9ufOUNC0/s320/Mic-check1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255599579161500450" /></a>This is a photo of a 1960's Teisco guitar.  I wonder if you can figure out that this F-hole is the letter 'F'.  .... and you know this, man.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SO-j-dR38aI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nBPvkViuRdk/s1600-h/Fhole2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SO-j-dR38aI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nBPvkViuRdk/s320/Fhole2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255599583571472802" /></a>This brick held the letter 'n' yes a lower case 'n'.  Side note:  Beside the letter 'n' was an 'o'. I cropped it out to not confuse the exact letter I wanted.  Sorry folks, But this is all I got.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SO-j-hN7czI/AAAAAAAAACY/QyYbTQLv3Ds/s1600-h/Brick-n1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SO-j-hN7czI/AAAAAAAAACY/QyYbTQLv3Ds/s320/Brick-n1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255599584628667186" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-3777634478198453804?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-59570999974922725592008-10-10T11:03:00.000-07:002008-10-10T11:08:36.499-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SO-ZW8dEeuI/AAAAAAAAACA/fBhMD3FZLhQ/s1600-h/wall1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SO-ZW8dEeuI/AAAAAAAAACA/fBhMD3FZLhQ/s320/wall1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255587909628885730" /></a>It works.  There is a deity.  Gee... what letter is this one people?  Have at it.  And Palin shooting an M4 is freaking awesome.  Argue till you lose your voice so I don't have to listen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-5957099997492272559?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-69207980800749569752008-10-06T20:04:00.000-07:002008-10-10T08:27:03.161-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SOrR2xrP-aI/AAAAAAAAABw/lQh8hHvmJ3c/s1600-h/Ame.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SOrR2xrP-aI/AAAAAAAAABw/lQh8hHvmJ3c/s320/Ame.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254242654258985378" /></a>I have this as the first.  I know... Poor quality picture gets poor quality result.  But you are also forgetting I am a poor Photoshop user.  Frankly this editing photos and touch up and the speed of which they explain things is far past my intake speed and quantity.  Perhaps the years of mind poisoning is beginning to catch up.  I have a secret weapon of knowledge.  But unfortunately my muse and I have some serious business to do...  and than I am gonna stare at her guns.  or at least those pretty lips.  So yes I know weak photo... Good Letter and good composition or rather just above okay composition.  Give me three more weeks and I'll be stepping it up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-6920798080074956975?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-59993793602716062942008-10-03T07:14:00.000-07:002008-10-03T07:18:16.203-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SOYo2zAA7wI/AAAAAAAAABg/I7v-_d7Qc2A/s1600-h/skull123.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SOYo2zAA7wI/AAAAAAAAABg/I7v-_d7Qc2A/s320/skull123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252930937242578690" /></a>I did about five or six of these.<div>This being the worst the other being the best.</div><div>If I get time today or this weekend during these wedding activities I have to go to I will post the other simple drawings.</div><div><br /></div><div>I thought I liked the Photoshop shit but it just frustrates me and I try to make it as simple as possible.  As soon as I start getting adventurous or using tons of shortcuts and tricks it turns to mush.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sorta of like this one.  Minus all the solid shapes I had in the forehead and eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Blah.  I get to rent a car today and pretend it is all mine!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-5999379360271606294?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-5011209519656156632008-10-01T18:00:00.000-07:002008-10-01T18:07:48.364-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SOQdRJLkH5I/AAAAAAAAABY/7_daudnOtQQ/s1600-h/Skullexport.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SOQdRJLkH5I/AAAAAAAAABY/7_daudnOtQQ/s320/Skullexport.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252355245780246418" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">This is my scratch design.  Wow.  I am busting out some super fine photoshop skills.  I know it doesn't really showcase my skills (I have none) but I do believe it meets the requirements for the assignment and it looks rather pleasant to my eye.  </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I got ideas of where this image could make an impact.  </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">What do you think?</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-501120951965615663?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414508043724429400.post-5101230416248011572008-10-01T13:42:00.000-07:002008-10-01T17:57:45.281-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SOPin2BqaRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xv2suQ7rlKU/s1600-h/Ate.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gtDRTBPpEs/SOPin2BqaRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xv2suQ7rlKU/s320/Ate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252290764589394194" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Well, I had this long blog written out and all this funny jazz but I couldn't decide what photograph to include.  I started over.  I couldn't decide if I liked it and it WAS rather morbid. I was going to use a photograph of Bud Dwyer taken from the video right before his timely demise. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; ">Stupid politicians.  </span><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">If you are unfamiliar with Mr. Dwyer of Pennsylvania.  Google him and find out his story.  I was going to write about that day but I will wait until January to discuss that day any further or I will try and talk about it in upcoming posts.  For now I will complain about the Scratch assignment and the fact that I am either creatively dry or computer illiterate or a combo of both.  </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Photo Above:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Here is something I think might pertain to latest discussion in this class.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> (<a href="http://www.ddunleavy.typepad.com/dmf/">Digital Media Foundations)</a>  There are some examples for the Scratch assignment that look like this painting. Now I have a blog with an actual entry and maybe every other day or so I will try and add one.  Wow.  Tune in Kids.  </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">This painting is mixed media on canvas. (Oil paint, oil stick, permanent marker, paper, acrylic paint)  measure 28" x 42".  I don't know no big mystery here, there is an "8" in it, but I call it </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Ate. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The painting doesn't really mean anything but... it could mean an aborted fetus, or I wanna drink till I puke, or infinity, or string theory shit and we are all connected and you can actually travel through time and space but those are other stories.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">  </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Sometimes my puke looks like this painting.  Very pretty aesthetically, but can be a bitch to get out.  Sorta like an aborted fetus.  Sorry.  (maybe over the top?) Anyway, I got to get some court documents in order so my ass doesn't have to worry about divorce being finalized anymore.  Yup. </span></span></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7414508043724429400-510123041624801157?l=shortdock.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jon Owenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977972416784701727noreply@blogger.com0