Friday, 21 August 2009
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Enrolling With the Punches
I have been enrolling at San Francisco State University this week, which means two days of six hour chunks of lectures about stuff like what a credit card is and why when Americans say "How are you?" they don't actually want to know the answer. I used the time productively and whipped up these dorky cartoons on the back of semi-important documents:
So anyway, I was pretty pleased with these little efforts, and then I looked over the shoulder of this guy sitting a few rows in front of me, and he was churning out this incredible drawing, at top speed straight out of his imagination. I asked him about it afterward, and he just right up gave it to me. It totally puts mine to shame... amazing.
So anyway, I was pretty pleased with these little efforts, and then I looked over the shoulder of this guy sitting a few rows in front of me, and he was churning out this incredible drawing, at top speed straight out of his imagination. I asked him about it afterward, and he just right up gave it to me. It totally puts mine to shame... amazing.
This is a Zombie Shelter
We live in dark times. Every day is a struggle to keep our brains uninfected by the visual pollution of advertising and excess. We are supersaturated. We are decaying. Our imaginations are spinning backwards into automated systems free of unique thought, we are jaded and disinterested. We are the living dead.
This is a zombie shelter. This is a place to fill with things to help us survive. This is a small space for barricading against the repetitive trash of what we see and no longer notice.
Let us begin.
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