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Because you wear stripes when on a boat.
Ricky turns 30.
Jesse’s first time in the Pacific Ocean.
I asked the girl I’ve been crazy about (and driven crazy by) since the day I met her, to marry me. How we got from there to here is a long story. One that I’ll save for another time. But today, I want to tell you about the best day of my life.
Inspired by our move to a new apartment.
There was a time I had no more than two plates, two bowls, a mug, and just a few forks, knifes and spoons. Only a few glasses too, most of which were just old pickles jars. Occasionally had to offer a drink served in measuring cup.
It was a much simpler and much lonelier time. Thankfully, we all grow up.
The Sand Fire gave us Angelenos a glimpse at what the apocalypse is going to look a bit like.
Dug through some old drives and found some of my student projects. This was for my Adobe Illustrator class. The assignment was to redraw a photographic image using only vectors, while trying to make it as realistic as possible.
Of course I knew the result wasn’t realistic, but it was the best I could do at the time, and I was pretty proud of it. Ten years later, thought it’d be fun to recreate it.
The image on the left was made over the course of about 2-3 weeks. The one on the right was made in a little under two hours. Still not quite photorealistic, but everybody’s gotta start somewhere.
Maybe I’ll give it another go in another ten.
Hell, did that take a long time.
Six Foot Giraffe last saw a major redesign almost 5 years ago. It’s been long overdue to say the least.
I’ve made a lot of work over the years, and now I have tools in place that can help people (and myself) find things they’ve forgotten, or just plain never seen. Posts can have a lot more depth now too. I can write and show more, in higher detail.
A lot has changed and a lot hasn’t. There’s a lot of nuances, and there’s still work to do, but in the meantime, I’m getting back to the art.
Hope you like it.
Doodled this the morning I read about the Orlando shootings. I woke up to a barrage of Facebook notifications from friends who still live there. They all set a confirmed “Safe Status” to let friends and family know they weren’t dead. It’s as real as all this has gotten for me so far. Not just strangers in strange towns this time.
I don’t have a clue about the answers, but it certainly seems like something is terribly wrong.