You Gotta love Nina Chakrabarti's Handi work

Nina's work is often concerned with collections of objects in pen, pencils and felt tips. 

My fave is the the picture of the seasonal sea shoe. Beautiful detail and hand drawn type, none of that high tech vector stuff :)

Navigators- My place

Beautiful Illustration by Tanji

http://tanji.jp/blog/

To be honest I love Tanji's illustrations so much, I'm on the brink of posting all her work here. Her work is not completely unique, but colorful, emotive and moody all at once! I love Japanese artist illustrations. I'm particularly fond of  anime, animation openings, which carry a lot of  culture and character. I may post some up later.

BBC Comedy. Ident Project

Typography ;)

Hello u Cr£atIvE$

Hey Bloggers i've missed you!! I must say i've felt creativly constipated and it has not been an easy ride. I'm now back from visiting the states and with the summer in full swing i've risen from my slumpyness and i'm back on track. You Missed a couple things that i'll be up dating you on. Like my 2 week placement at Inferno with Anita. 

It was really insightful! I had a great time working on briefs and speaking too the Creatives, with some senior advice and a window of thought it helped reaffirm my passion for the Advertising industry :)

Premature Bee Hive

I took some pics of this bee nest that was slowly growing in my aunts BBQ thingy. Before I could capture were it originally started nesting my uncle flicked it out. The little groves bees make are amazing! Perfect architecture from natures best.

Time waits for nothing, but everything takes time... I'm back!

I need to refresh my memorie bank when it comes to knowledge of photographers, artists, copywriters...etc.

So i've done some reading and digging, to my delight I discovered Mario Epanya; a french artist, thurned makeup artist to fashion photographer. Mario took these beautiful pictures for the future Vogue Africa edition. I'm very excited to bag one as their hasn't been any previous issues of it's kind. 

~Morning has Broken~

I sleep early, then rise rise at the peak of dawn :)

Since being at home for easter, i've had no reason to stay up late so unless I'm out i sleep before 12pm. My family is up between 7-9am so now I wake up at 7:30 and 8:00am. Instead of becoming annoyed. I've become enchanted by the stillness of the morning. The air seems cleaner and the birds sing/howl more prominently.

So next time you wake up early, don't role back into your covers!

Open your window and appreciate the stillness of the morning.

It's now my favorite Thing.

The Tale of a Lowly King

An unchangeable wind

On a distinguished night,

Hailed to lowly kings and put up no fight,

With animosity and rage, the stars dimed there light

For this was a scene, in which they could not delight.

 

The bow of the ship has now lost it’s way,

For this lowly king, will repay,

His ingratitude to the nightly stars,

That hallowed his pathway, thus this far.

 

The sea had no choice but too obey,

 The unlawful wind that choose its way,

The lowly king had changed his mind

And broke the omen of ancient times.

 

A beautiful Nymph, lit under the moon

Awoke from her sleep and hailed the lagoon

Trapped under the curse, her father bestowed

By betraying Poseidon, a new fate he chose.

 

She spoke to her father the lowly king

And rebuked his ill treatment; to nature he sinned.

In disguised turmoil he did not obey,

Now his darling daughter will always pay.

 

The evil curse of the nightly moon

Will always keep her, in this deep lagoon.

Her father’s new allie: Aeolus the great

Will lead him home safely, to face his new fate.

My poem was inspired by Homers 'Odyssey' and Virgil's 'Iliad'. I'm not sure, but you may have to appreciate mythical stories to like it on a different level x

Theme: Resistance D&AD

I drew this for the D&AD competition, the theme was resistance.

Eureka!!

Today I had an epiphany. I realised I wasn't utilising the gift of expression. I like manipulating words, not for the sake of it but because I want it to mean something when you read it. Whether I'm good at it or not, for now is the least of my concerns. It's what I like to do so i'll do it, when ever, were eva. 

The poster above looks like its about loving novels, but its about receiving letter. Either way I like doing both.

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Old meets new... and a curtain divider creates space. 

Yummy Interiors

Albatross Chicks

These really big birds nest by the middle of the North Pacific. There size is rarely understood, however Albatross are giants whose true size is rarely captured in photographs. Before i read the article in Ad busters, i looked at the images and thought it was an amusing piece of art work or photography. Astonished by the content in the article , i slowly became aware that these birds would fly out to sea and feed their chicks bits of plastic as they believe it was food. These picture only encapsulate a small scope of the tragedy. To show the true nature of this calamity, the photographer has not moved or manipulated the plastic or bird. 

Dare 2 Fight your fears

"… So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don’t, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.”- Page 162 of “Life of Pi” Yann Martel

My Funky Illustrations: Space meets Sea.

So i'd like to think that i still have some inclination of what fashion designers get up to when they put pen to paper and draw there newest designs. I used to want to be a fashion designer so occasionally i like to relish the moments when i drew what i believed was a work of art!

Pretty gross but funny at the same time

Ha, i luv this!

by David Shrigley 

Trust me I think the beast is my retail manager at work, she has a serious ego problem. So I envisioned cutting of both her arms. Mmm... at least now she has an excuse for not getting her hands dirty.

Mary Celeste

So... my tutor Lyndon gave my class the simple task of picking folded paper from a hat, then writing something interesting about the name, topic, or event written on it. The main goal was to entertain the reader. Myself along with most people hadn't heard about the people or events we were writing about. So I assumed I had to write about a boring old lady Mary Celeste from ancient times... until I read more. This was one of my most enjoyable projects, so i thought i'd share it with you. 

Tonight is a lot colder than yesterday. The sun is know longer in view but the   sky is a beautiful purple haze. My back is starting to ach. It doesn’t help that the night brings a heavy east wind that tickles the splinters on my rear end. The skin beneath me has gone all crinkly; you know the way your hands look after you’ve been left in water for a few hours. Now imagine that all over the bottom half of your body. Not attractive. Huh. When you’ve counted only one birds in the sky or felt no creatures crawling on your skin, you realise your alone.

It struck me after Benjamin left, things changed. Actually he didn’t leave he was kidnapped, or so they say.  As soon as he let go of the rudder I was out of control. Possessed by the see, I was now captive to nonnegotiable winds that rippled my sails leaving echoes of whiplash in the air.  Things got really bad; my insides where welling up and nothing had a place any more. The clocks hand was missing. Barrels of beer rolled back and forth bashing into boxes of cargo. My spirit was destroyed and I am now hovering here with nowhere to go. A destitute mess. Oh Benjamin, there was no one like you among all the land. He was known for his sobriety and good judgment. He was such a handsome man; he gave me my name Mary. Mary Celeste. Even though he was with wife and child he held me with a grip and moved me like no other man could. I could tell his wife disliked her husband’s attitude towards me. He made all the crew treat me like a queen, I was washed in lavish shampoo’s that stained my fragmented brown skin and polished my back with creams no other woman could afford.

In late November 1869, I was basking up the sun. The warm brown sand was beneath me leaving grainy patches on my skin.  All the crew had been marched of me and a group of pirates escorted them into the thick of the forest. Then they pushed me back out to sea. It made know sense. I had the weight of the world inside me. Full barrels of brandy and alcohol. Sacks of rice and pasta. Boxes of shoes and knifes. Why in the world would they take the crew and not one bit of spoil. Isn’t that what pirates do, steel and take all your wealth from you. From that day on I sailed alone with know sense of direction or time.

The sky is now covered in a thick black velvet blanket, no clouds, just lampposts of starlight. There’s a bright light beaming in the distance and I’m sure it’s a lighthouse or ship.  Maybe it’s Ben. Maybe he’s coming back for me. Or could it be those pirates that took away the only people I really knew. Either way I’d rather be discovered than alone.