Word of the Day:

Craftsmanship

We were definitely not in bed together this project, Craftsmanship and I. I must have gotten pretty fed up towards the end of it all and sent Craftsmanship to go sleep on the couch. So while I was pleased with my overall design selection, I knew even before charging full speed ahead into my first critique that the “C” word was going to come back for a bite. It always did love me for my butt.

  • Fuzzy edges
  • PENCIL MARKS
  • Smoother cuts
  • Proper layout

These are all things I can, should, and will improve on. The techniques will come in time, I understand… but damn, those PENCIL MARKS just — grr! I knew better, I really did. Should have just flipped the paper over, but nooo…

See for yourselves:

WARNING: YOU ARE NOW ENTERING A JUDGING ZONE

 

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I Got 99 Problems…

Well, Jay-Z, seems I’ve got a one up on you. Literally. I have about 100 problems. O-n-e h-u-n-d-r-e-d to be exact. And each one of them is a bit– ahem.  Well, this is what I get for seriously overestimating the “simple” concept of this particular Design I project: a 4:00 AM bedtime. Class starts in 4 hours.

Oh, Life. When I asked if my day could get worse it was a rhetorical question, not a challenge.

Anywho-izzle. For your viewing pleasure:

Design I — Assignment 1 — Subdivision of Groundsheet
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[NOTE: These images have been updated as of 1/16/2012. I decided to take mercy on your eyes, viewers, and scan these lil' bundles of irritation instead. Did I say irritation? I meant joy. Joy. These were a joy to create... all... one hundred... of them...]


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Dossier: The Artist

“Go out there and give them hell. You were born to do this.”
-Garrus Vakarian [from the hit sci-fi trilogy game Mass Effect]

Do not mistake me for a common artist. I act strangely. I act without reason. I raise eyebrows of those who do not know me — and, occasionally, of those who do. Sometimes I make sense. Sometimes I may even try to make sense. But most of the time I do not. I chose this path because ‘Random’ is an art and I… am a master.

___Back to Basics__:

  • My name is Amanda Katelyn Smith.
  • My father does not understand the term “original”, if he did I’d have a different name.
  • I always pop my chip bags open upside down.
  • I’ve found that exterminating fruit flies is as tedious a process as having one’s teeth routinely cleaned… except the only tool the dentist uses is a pizza slicer.
  • Purple is the official color of “AWESOME”.
  • Wearing shoes on the bed, to me, is the most uncomfortable feeling ever recorded.
  • I’ll never get why Lord Elrond didn’t just push that git Isildur into the fires of Mount Doom.
  • The word “homogenized” sends me into unreasonable fits of rage.
  •  I regress to age six when I get jealous (which is pretty much an every other day thing).
  • I am the most indecisive individual on this silly planet… at least, I think I am.
  • And bad puns are something I live for.

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Currently, I’m in the business of “soul-searching”, which translated from “fancy” means that Me, Myself, and I are still trying to figure out what to do with this fussy adopted lovechild of good and bad luck adequately named “Life”  ever since the bags were packed and I shouted with exuberance over my shoulder, “Thanks, Mom and Dad, but I’ll take it from here!”

So I threw those bags into the car with over 100,000 miles tacked onto it — and if you’ve ever owned a car with over 100,000 miles tacked onto it you’d know it’s about as tricky and frail to operate as a kid with brittle bone disease trying to play hopscotch. Two cats and a fiancé that can legally be dubbed as clinically insane as I made the journey and now we’re here in peachy Savannah with a few dollars in one pocket and a dream in the other. SCAD, for what I’m hoping (and paying), is going to be a very essential part of that dream.

I’m a Motion Media student. And I’m a force to be reckoned with.

Outside of cinema, who actually wakes up in the morning, looks in the mirror, and gives themselves a pep talk to start the day with a smile? I do. Success is up to me. I’ll raise this brat according to my own code and no matter the path Life decides to rudely shove me down I know I was born to walk it — I was born to do this.

Additional Information: CLASSIFIED — [Or not if you decide you're not a believer in proverbs and decide to be that cat that meows boldly on the fence outside curiosity's window at night without fear of being pummeled to death by a boot... with metal spikes. What the hell does that mean? It means don't be afraid to indulge and ask me a question if you see me traversing the campus hallways confidently as though it appears that I actually know where I'm going. Really, I could get turned around in my own one bedroom apartment.]

Note: Unless otherwise stated, the photos you see in this blog were taken by the redhead you see in the top image. Wait a tick. That’s me. I’m the photographer. Score. And I suppose my beautiful fiancé has earned some of the credit, too… some.

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