Being a self-taught illustrator, still green by my definition, I have much respect for those others who have taken the same approach to expressing themselves creatively with the use of technology.
Self-taught digital illustrator, George V. Antoniou has managed to take photographs from some of the greatest photographers of our times, Annie Leibovtiz, Richard Avedon, Mert Alas and Marcus Piggot, and created a series of illustrations which are reminiscent to oil paintings and worthy of hanging-status on the walls of some grandeur estates. Mansions need not apply.
The “Woman Crush Wednesday” / #WCW trend went over my head, and has yet to do any return flights to get me to get into the swing of it.
The trend must have known that what I define as pretty, or the way I crush on people wasn’t going to work for this social media hashtag. That quite alright, since most of the lovely, creative beings or in this case, women, I’ve met or admire, can’t show all which makes up their beauty with just hitting the send button. The hashtag did get me thinking thought, and if I don’t feel like joining the #WCW movement, I’ll create my phrase and hashtag to show weekly affection to the things, and people worthy of my crushin time.
I’ve been searching for another pixelated series of photos like the 8-bit illustrations project I shared about two years ago. Jherin Miller, a graphic designer and creator of “Where the sun sleeps,” combined 80’s graphics and old-fashion photography to create these cool photographs. Thank you Miller for making these Polaroids looks as though they needed a couple more shakes.
Friend: You no longer work there so why not start again?
Moi: Don’t know why…my heart isn’t in it right now.
After my response, I took a painful gulp, and faked a smile. I did get distracted with the job I held at the time. I lost focus on what I loved doing, creating art and designing, instead I was working on daily reports or inventory, sitting in meetings, buying, displaying, complaining, some more ings occupied my life, putting my illustrations into an untouched file on my external drive. Some of them waiting to be finished others, completed but never published.
It takes one person who I least expected, to bring it all to the surface. An old fan and buyer of my illustrations reaching out to me like a long lost lover. I never meet the person face to face, but his email was so touching, it made me take another gulp, this time it was a gulp filled with guilt. Guilt for not doing something with my God given talent. Guilt for browsing through countless magazines, looking at images which could of been perfect starting points for my illustrations, and not doing anything thing with pages. Not scanning them for future reference. Not altering them to my liking. Not creating my own visual stories from those that Elle, Harpers Bazaar and Vogue try to tell us within their glossies.
So this weekend, I’m taking a leap of faith on working on an e-store to sell some my illustrations. I’m also going to work on some new pieces by browsing, scanning, cutting, some more ings and I will have a new piece completed before the end of the weekend.
To create the type of illustrations I did, over a year ago, will not happen overnight, but I have to start somewhere and the process begins with applying the first layer to an image.