the quest for perfection!
ive been working in these company for almost 4 years already...and after quite sometime much to my haggling and juggling our boss finally decided to gave in to our demand to digitize our design department. hooraaayy!!!
first off was my very own freaking pc to work with...well aside from occasional off work stuffs( hey what else can i do with a pc ) its been both a boon and a bane for me...seeing as how much he had invested on this tool he might as well get the most out of it. but sorry for that i can only do some not too fancy photoshop here, a vector illustration there and often times some lame 3D...
and now...ive almost never believe we gonna have one...darn he just bought us a wacom intuos 3...
well i dunno whats the trade off for this but man...this sure is gonna be fun...im the one to first try it..hehehe...and its a little awkward at first...but ill get the hang out of it...
ill be chronicle my progress using this veritable tool that is the stuff of greatness!
i hope i can lure some of you guys into sharing some of your tips and tricks in maximizing the effeciency of this awesome tablet!
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Optimism and Naiviety
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What do you do when you have so many things going up inside your head? Wayward thoughts seeking attention, yearning to be express in one form or another. How do you turn in off? Is there an on/off switch somewhere? If there is, i dont where's mine or it could be that mines got busted long time ago.
It could be that im just overeacting. For all of us are plague by ramdom ideas, deluges by our hopes,fears and dreams and everything that makes us think! from the mundane to the seemingly absurd and fantastical.
All of us are the same and different at the same time. We each have our own unique gift, here in DA were all artist in our own little way. we only differ in our ability to express this gift.
Im an artist, my name is Cyrus, from my mothers favorite imported PBA player back in the 70's and Raymond from the saint that she prayed for so that ill be a son. Im an artist my parents used to describe me whenever a friend of them came for a visit. They would let me show of. Im an artist to them when my temperament boils down. Moody and brooding short tempered perfectionist artist.
But i never think of myself beyond the fact that i can draw.For an artist is beyond my comprehension back then. I never think of myself as special just because i can draw stick figures fighting, because i can drawn waterfalls, ricefields or the bahay kubo. It even occured to me that everyone can draw... let alone express themselves clearly by pencil and paper thru drawn pictures.
My tendency to dismiss my gift as somewhat invaluable was due to the fact that there are other people that i know that can draw far more better than me. My talent therefore was not prize worthy. I have not won a single art competition in my entire academic years.
Thus i was convince that i was just like everybody else nothing more.
Looking back one can understand when i say that it never glimpsed my mind that ill be earning a living as an artist/designer right now.
I was led to believe that being an artist meant starving oneself until you die then someday someone somewhere will get a hold of your work and aprreciate it a last. Long after your dead and buried. All great artist are dead thats what they say. So ok... who wants to be great anyway.. all i hope for was that at least i can make something out of it.
Making something out of my gift was my sole goal when i entered highschool.To my dismay it seems the world had gotten a little more difficult than what i had imagine. For when i was just an elementary pupil i know i was just like everyone. For to me drawing was inherent to everyone. but i was wrong.. not everyone can draw.. stick figure was easy... but try to draw optimus prime..ha..let see if its that easy.
I was in for a rude realization, though im not just like anybody for i can draw prime... i was a little too short of being good at it. ha!
Fortunately for me, i was not alone. There are other lamers like me who share the same insecurities and lameness.. i was 14, and everything sucks!
Optimism and naivity is boundless when you're young. It neither replenishes nor drains ones energy. Optimism have had me fooled. I thought all those long long hours trying to improve my skill was improvement enough. I was wrong. It was proven when i tried to apply as a comic illustrator... ok so i still to improve my anatomy so what?... i was only being optimistic.
Then came my naiviety... " so what if i cant be their comics illustrator, i can illustrate my comics myself!" thus my character Jake and the ALTER-NATION characters where created. I have a complete line up . from the heroes to the bad guys..but as for the story it was gone for good for i failed to write down even a short synopsis. The only character whose story i can still vaguely recall was that of the girl called Jade. she's somesort of a cyborg assassin. She can self destruct just to get the job done for she has lots of copies thats automatically switched on whenever she gets wasted on the job.
( pardon if theres a similar story like this.. but like i said i was naive.)
If i had it my way i would have been an art student in college. But fate seems to have played a different card for me. Having financial difficulties i was forced to seek an alternative course. I was almost completely sure that my skills and being an artist is in someway invaluable in the real world. It was a sad and frustrating time of my life. It took me quite a while to finally .. almost finally gave up.
Circumstances played their part. I was to be a teacher. And i told myself... then a teacher i will be. I can still draw from time to time...being a teacher would require me to have some visual aids for teaching some snot nosed kid like me... ha the dread of it all. How I wished i had been nice to my teachers back in highschool. But come to think of it, my would be student would at least be drooling with my visual aids. And they'll gonna like me. they wont need to do any illustration projects to be used in my class... ill make them myself. ha!
However, as if fate had not done its cruel job of messing my life... it came knocking again and had put my newly found vocation into a complete turmoil.
I was offerd a job to be an artist/designer trainee for a homdecor exporter in antipolo.
It came just when i was about to finish my studies and be a social studies teacher for good. I was in limbo for a couple of days.. what should i choose.. how should i choose.. If only it was as easy as flipping a coind heads or tails.. that simple. Then it occured to me.. it was simplier than i thought.
Then it got me. It hit me like a brick falling on my head...
Why should i wait for a year to finish my studies and look for a job as a teacher.. when i was being offered a job at that very moment.. simple right?... only if it where true.
Yes i have a job now as an artist/designer. Its almost a dream job... but then again its not... imagine being fitted against the best in this field. There are days when i get the same feeling back when i was young, naive and optimistic.
But at least i am consoled that i have finally made something out of my gift. and the pays gud too
It could be that im just overeacting. For all of us are plague by ramdom ideas, deluges by our hopes,fears and dreams and everything that makes us think! from the mundane to the seemingly absurd and fantastical.
All of us are the same and different at the same time. We each have our own unique gift, here in DA were all artist in our own little way. we only differ in our ability to express this gift.
Im an artist, my name is Cyrus, from my mothers favorite imported PBA player back in the 70's and Raymond from the saint that she prayed for so that ill be a son. Im an artist my parents used to describe me whenever a friend of them came for a visit. They would let me show of. Im an artist to them when my temperament boils down. Moody and brooding short tempered perfectionist artist.
But i never think of myself beyond the fact that i can draw.For an artist is beyond my comprehension back then. I never think of myself as special just because i can draw stick figures fighting, because i can drawn waterfalls, ricefields or the bahay kubo. It even occured to me that everyone can draw... let alone express themselves clearly by pencil and paper thru drawn pictures.
My tendency to dismiss my gift as somewhat invaluable was due to the fact that there are other people that i know that can draw far more better than me. My talent therefore was not prize worthy. I have not won a single art competition in my entire academic years.
Thus i was convince that i was just like everybody else nothing more.
Looking back one can understand when i say that it never glimpsed my mind that ill be earning a living as an artist/designer right now.
I was led to believe that being an artist meant starving oneself until you die then someday someone somewhere will get a hold of your work and aprreciate it a last. Long after your dead and buried. All great artist are dead thats what they say. So ok... who wants to be great anyway.. all i hope for was that at least i can make something out of it.
Making something out of my gift was my sole goal when i entered highschool.To my dismay it seems the world had gotten a little more difficult than what i had imagine. For when i was just an elementary pupil i know i was just like everyone. For to me drawing was inherent to everyone. but i was wrong.. not everyone can draw.. stick figure was easy... but try to draw optimus prime..ha..let see if its that easy.
I was in for a rude realization, though im not just like anybody for i can draw prime... i was a little too short of being good at it. ha!
Fortunately for me, i was not alone. There are other lamers like me who share the same insecurities and lameness.. i was 14, and everything sucks!
Optimism and naivity is boundless when you're young. It neither replenishes nor drains ones energy. Optimism have had me fooled. I thought all those long long hours trying to improve my skill was improvement enough. I was wrong. It was proven when i tried to apply as a comic illustrator... ok so i still to improve my anatomy so what?... i was only being optimistic.
Then came my naiviety... " so what if i cant be their comics illustrator, i can illustrate my comics myself!" thus my character Jake and the ALTER-NATION characters where created. I have a complete line up . from the heroes to the bad guys..but as for the story it was gone for good for i failed to write down even a short synopsis. The only character whose story i can still vaguely recall was that of the girl called Jade. she's somesort of a cyborg assassin. She can self destruct just to get the job done for she has lots of copies thats automatically switched on whenever she gets wasted on the job.
( pardon if theres a similar story like this.. but like i said i was naive.)
If i had it my way i would have been an art student in college. But fate seems to have played a different card for me. Having financial difficulties i was forced to seek an alternative course. I was almost completely sure that my skills and being an artist is in someway invaluable in the real world. It was a sad and frustrating time of my life. It took me quite a while to finally .. almost finally gave up.
Circumstances played their part. I was to be a teacher. And i told myself... then a teacher i will be. I can still draw from time to time...being a teacher would require me to have some visual aids for teaching some snot nosed kid like me... ha the dread of it all. How I wished i had been nice to my teachers back in highschool. But come to think of it, my would be student would at least be drooling with my visual aids. And they'll gonna like me. they wont need to do any illustration projects to be used in my class... ill make them myself. ha!
However, as if fate had not done its cruel job of messing my life... it came knocking again and had put my newly found vocation into a complete turmoil.
I was offerd a job to be an artist/designer trainee for a homdecor exporter in antipolo.
It came just when i was about to finish my studies and be a social studies teacher for good. I was in limbo for a couple of days.. what should i choose.. how should i choose.. If only it was as easy as flipping a coind heads or tails.. that simple. Then it occured to me.. it was simplier than i thought.
Then it got me. It hit me like a brick falling on my head...
Why should i wait for a year to finish my studies and look for a job as a teacher.. when i was being offered a job at that very moment.. simple right?... only if it where true.
Yes i have a job now as an artist/designer. Its almost a dream job... but then again its not... imagine being fitted against the best in this field. There are days when i get the same feeling back when i was young, naive and optimistic.
But at least i am consoled that i have finally made something out of my gift. and the pays gud too
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