Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Flexibility test. (Praise the good lord for Tristan Tzara.) The word night is supposed to feel like a shadow within modern. (A recurring accusation seems to be my supreme ability to create cryptic messages. I don't mind—but until my name is Venezky, I will have to posture myself with slight concern.)
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Just cracking knuckles and such. Loose (not yet April-worthy) comps for the love of process, right? Oh and hello high modernism, oh how I adore you.
(Man that 8pm does look horsey. Could I create something a little more happy and limber?—contrary to popular belief, hot pink does not always sift away the stiffness of a design.)