here is hazel
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The only thing different about me is I’m not afraid to die on a treadmill. You might be more talented than me, you might be smarter, but if we get on a treadmill together, there’s two things: you’re either getting off first or I’m gonna die. It’s really that simple.
One of my professors showed us this video on the last day of class. Long story short, the secret to succes is to have an insane work ethic.
Somewhat related: The Campaign for the Accurate Measurement of Creativity
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LINE Brush has the best brushes I’ve seen in a drawing app.
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Just a couple of unedited snapshots from some shows I visited within the past few months.
First row: Do you want to hear a story? Yes, I want to hear a story @ OCADU Student Gallery
Second row: Lost in the Memory Palace: Janet Cardiff and George Bures Miller @ Art Gallery of Ontario
Third row: The Mr Pickles Fan Club Gemma Correll Solo Exhibition @ Magic Pony - see more coverage at Amanda’s blog
Fourth row: OCAD University Grad Ex 2013
Other events not pictured: The Game of Thrones exhibit @ DX and The Mass Exodus fashion show @ Ryerson. Didn’t go to TCAF this year, sadly…
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A fun personal project I started a few months back to practice some lettering. Right now it’s on hold due to school, but I’m hoping to write all the names of my Facebook friends by the end of summer.
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Here are my illustrations in action at the Umbra trade show back in January.
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“I don’t know what the hell is going on. Neither do you, and neither does any one else. We’re all lost and improvising, making things before we know what they do, and breaking stuff before we know what replaces it. We’re all tinkering and speculating, listening to see if our shovels hit something hard while we’re digging. I suppose that’s what world-building is, though, so let’s get used to it. We need to learn to tolerate ambiguity.” —Frank Chimero, telling it like it is. I suggest you read the whole thing. Here’s another nugget of wisdom:
Increasingly, our way is to fake it and assume that others are doing the same. We fein interest in work, speak sarcastically, buy things that are new reproductions of old things, and often presume someone is selling us something. Skepticism as a default state is a hell of a thing. We’re a hungry culture starved for sincerity, authenticity, and honesty. What does fixing it look like? It doesn’t look cool. In fact, it probably involves being so passionately enthusiastic about something that it is the exact opposite of cool. By caring intensely, we can connect to one another in more meaningful ways.
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Some photos of my visit to The Happy Show last month. I love that there were things drawn on the little nooks and crannies of the venue, including the bathroom stalls. Overall a very fun show.
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The power of programming. What most schools don’t teach. I’m experiencing this every night as we build product with skills we didn’t have the night before. It’s intoxicating.
I’m an advocate for anyone learning to code, whether it be simple HTML and CSS or more complex languages like Python or Ruby so this video totally excites me. It’s also interesting to learn that former Toronto Raptor Chris Bosh went to school for computer science! ~the more you know~
Code.org has a lot of helpful resources for those just starting out, but for those in Toronto, I highly recommend taking a class at Ladies Learning Code. I took a Beginner’s Python class with them last summer and though I’m not changing the world (yet), getting to hang out with the local coding community was a great experience.
The more programmers the merrier!
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Finally able to talk about this! The good folks at Umbra have chosen my designs as face papers for new picture frames they’ll be coming out with in the near future.
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“ Oliver said it well as we took up our plates and began heading back downstairs: “I’m glad I’m not dead.” This came out rather loudly, as he is a bit deaf. Even so, he looked surprised by his own utterance, as if it were something he was feeling but didn’t really mean to say aloud — a thought turned into an exclamation.
“I’m glad you’re not dead, too,” said a neighbor gaily, taking up the refrain. “I’m glad we’re all not dead,” said another. There followed a spontaneous raising of glasses on the rooftop, a toast to the setting sun, a toast to us.
I suppose it’s a cliché to say you’re glad to be alive, that life is short, but to say you’re glad to be not dead requires a specific intimacy with loss that comes only with age or deep experience. One has to know not simply what dying is like, but to know death itself, in all its absoluteness.
After all, there are many ways to die — peacefully, violently, suddenly, slowly, happily, unhappily, too soon. But to be dead — one either is or isn’t.
The same cannot be said of aliveness, of which there are countless degrees. One can be alive but half-asleep or half-noticing as the years fly, no matter how fully oxygenated the blood and brain or how steadily the heart beats. Fortunately, this is a reversible condition. One can learn to be alert to the extraordinary and press pause — to memorize moments of the everyday.
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