Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Cirque du Zombie + Fashion show pictures.

"It has been stated that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world." - Chaos Theory

In Design Foundations II (my college course for my first step in majoring in graphic design), we had an assignment called the "Chaos Connection". The theme and point of the assignment was to find connections to completely unrelated things - starting from the process to get our idea for our poster, to actually finding the materials to make said poster. 

We started off with making a 6 foot "mind map", and two words - one emotion, one object. My object: paintbrush. My emotion: sad. We write those words on opposite sides and then just start making correlations and connections; what do we think when we think "paintbrush" or "sad"? What do we think from there? And so on and so forth ... the mind map ended up being easy to fill, even though 6 feet appeared daunting at first.

So after we turn these in, we go through our mind maps and find clusters of connections we think would make excellent "ideas" for an advertisement (whether it be a public service announcement, product ad, or poster advertising a new movie coming out). My 3 best ideas came out to be: "Cinderella's carriage crashing on the way to the ball, but she has insurance - so she makes it." ; "School kids in detention, dressed in jail clothes. A poster to slap up in educational facilities to warn kids about 'detention practically being like jail - so don't get in trouble in the first place'." ; and an ad for a "Zombie Circus". 

I ended up having Zombie Circus being the strongest. 
And that idea came from "paintbrush" and "sad". 
Didn't think it'd work? 
Yeah, I didn't either.

SO, after a lot of thumbnails, composition ideas and final touches, we find out our FINAL poster will be constructed not by illustration or use of a computer - we must FIND all the materials, and create a selling, winning image. It seemed extremely complicated, especially since she eyed me cleverly when she said "This is especially a challenge for all you illustrators. You can only do small-spot illustration, and ONLY use the computer to create your text. Go to work!" 


After many game magazines, making zombies from VOGUE models, creativity, surprise friend visits with gummy worms later, I created a final piece that she approved of, crafted out of multiple sources, as well as some work of my own. I'm very proud of the final piece, and another final that was close in the running, but I'll show you some pictures of what I'm going to turn in for my grade. 

Some details ....
This was the final piece. :)

Now on a totally unrelated note (or IS IT unrelated? *lame attempt to segway to chaos theory previously stated...*) Here's some photos from the amazing fashion show Cheryl and I went to last Friday night! 

This was my favorite by far.

This one... so casual and cute. :)

Rockin' the big sunglasses.

Modern day hippie. Lovin' it.

So comfy but so chic!

LOOVE her shoes.

Such a cute dress. I want one of these.

Love her expression + pose. Turns out I know her from History class!

Cute pattern and color!

Red pumps + multi-colored scarves = awwwesome.

I guess that's it, Meghan signin' out. :)

Monday, October 26, 2009

He is jealous for me.

"He is jealous for me, 
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree, 
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy. 
When all of a sudden, 
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory, 
And I realise just how beautiful You are, 
And how great Your affections are for me. 

And oh, how He loves us so, 
Oh how He loves us, 
How He loves us all 

Yeah, He loves us, 
Oh! how He loves us, 
Oh! how He loves us, 
Oh! how He loves. 

We are His portion and He is our prize, 
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes, 
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking. 
And Heaven meets earth like an unforseen kiss, 
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest, 
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets, 
When I think about, the way…"

God is always with me.
whatever I see.
whomever I meet.
wherever I go.

He just wants me to always be with Him.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry."

Friday, October 23, 2009

Fireflies and fashion shows.

"Cause I'd get a thousand hugs,
from ten thousand lightening bugs
as they tried to teach me how to dance."

I'm listening to that song "Fireflies" by Owl City, soaking in the amazing lyrics. It just sends my mind in a whir of inspiration, with fireflies on warm summer nights, skipping in cotton dresses, and dreams. I love fireflies. C:

And, I love the summer - HOWEVER, since it'll be a while 'til summer again, I'll have to put up with winter.
I'm making a positive list of things winter brings:
- Scarves, boots, leggins, cute fashion
- Visits to coffee shops
- Fire in the fireplace every night
- Falling snow
- The turning of another year

It keeps me from focusing on JUST the cold of winter, I suppose.

Tonight I went to a fashion show at my university with my best friend, Cheryl. It was sponsored by Miss Asia of UCO, a fundraiser for the scholarship, and was put on by the girls of the multicultural club I'm assuming (most were Asian girls, however). The fashion was all extremely cute, and inspired me to draw, as well as dig through my closet and put together new outfits. Of course, thinking about it, I just need to add new pieces altogether to my wardrobe - spice it up a little bit.

Afterwards, me and Cheryl visited a friend we hadn't seen in a while, and then came back to her house to drink very delicious rose hip tea, while listening to French music and talking about books or drawings or boys, haha. There is nothing like girl time - I hardly wanted to leave, and hated that I had a curfew. 

Maybe I'll post pictures of the fashion show later, if I remember to upload them to my computer. Hmm. How about some writing?

"I didn’t realize it, but small drops of salty tears hit the glass, and I sighed, bitterly closing my eyes. My mother passed away when I was twelve, and it crashed our world. If he was the fast-paced graphic designer of a big-time advertising firm, my mother was the laid-back, nature-loving one, with all the time in the world. She was the first one to discover the clearing, my meadow; vividly, I remember the day she led me out to it. 

There were so many dandelions, and sunflowers, and trees and such tall, tickling grass. It was warm, a day in May, the perfect spring season that year. She knelt down and explained to me that sunflowers were her favorite flower. 'They’re like the sun reaching down and growing in the earth, just for us to hold,' she said softly as she plucked one and handed it to me with a sweet smile. 'And dandelions are the flowers of dreams, wishes. God created them for us to wish into, and our wish will be released back to him.'" - from "WISHES"

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Cosplay talk.

So, for this upcoming anime convention, Izumicon, (middle of November) I was planning on being Katara from Avatar: The Last Airbender.

I ordered it a month plus more ahead of time, but, it seems to be taking quite some time ... I'm assuming it won't be coming in on time at all, sadly... However, on the optimistic side, at least I'll have the cosplay for next year, as well as the Avatar premiere this summer (being the nerd I am, I will attend that ...) as well as any other sort of small time anime conventions that come along the way (Suncoast parties, cosplay photo-shoots, or random mall outings). 


But instead of the late-coming Katara cosplay, I'm thinking of still doing Katara, but the Southern Raiders wardrobe. Here is a pretty good shot: 

I'm wondering how easy it would be...
I got boots; I can stuff my jeans in them to make them poofy. I'll have the armor on the legs.
All I need is some sort of black cloak like that, a cord around my waist, and some blue gloves.... and I've got the hair loopies/hair style figured out. Think it's possible?

I'm thinking about it. 
At least, it'd be recognizable as Katara. 
And warm, and comfy... 
and there to represent this amazing episode. : )

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Welcome entry.

"Joy is not in things; it is in us." - Richard Wagner

 Welcome! Do come in, wipe your feet on the mat as you do. I can take your hats and coats. Please, don't hesitate; the tour has just begun. 

Note the book that sits on the platform directly in front of you as you enter. See it's suede front, spine, and backing? Feel it's crisp yellow pages, with pressed flowers and scribbles of written word? Yes, this in fact, are the musings of myself, Meghan.

Feel free to graze your fingers along the encrypted gold title, thumb through the pages of my ideas, stories, musings and gestures of life, the universe, or even the trivial things. Take advantage of the comfort in the many couches around you, let yourself sink into their plush cushions. Breathe in the sweet smell of charming black cherry candles, polished wood floor, and brewing coffee. Enjoy the small sounds of laughter outside on the streets, the small jingle of a bike messenger, and light music wafting from the record player in the corner.
Now, turn your eyes downward, as you hold the book. Be gentle with it. Cradle it, carefully, between your hands. Open, be invited in.
And read.