Today is one of those days where I feel I have to be creative. I’ve been falling behind on all of my projects because I’m battling doing things I love versus doing things that I feel obligated to do. I’m constantly juggling the pressure of feeling as though I don’t want to let my friends (clients, friends, the terms are interchangeable, at least for me) down.
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I find it incredibly strange/coincidental/possibly miraculous that I spent a good bit of time last night writing a post about perfection, magic, and freedom, and I woke up this morning to a scenario that was perfect, magical, and essentially a visual metaphor of freedom.
You see, I’ve been thinking an awful lot lately about colors, and more specifically, how the composition of colors in a given scene can be the difference between indescribable beauty and a ridiculous mess of garbage. And then, when I walked out my front door this morning, I was greeted with this almost unbelievable scene:
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I challenged myself to do this, and it’s a lot harder than it sounds.
I’ve owned this domain since January of ‘06, and although I had some slick plans for it in the beginning, I managed to find other ways to occupy my time. Seriously, though — I even had this killer image to use in the header/branding that I banged off of a double decker bus in Vegas.
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