a visual arts collective
I had been thinking about a design for a few weeks previous to completing this project. I wanted it to include a tree to represent our newly-formed family and a photo or illustration of my wife, Holly and our 4 month-old son, Ben. I was also looking to make Holly so happy, she’d cry. It worked. Here is what I came up with (click to enlarge).
“Benjamin Daniel Gatton-Yohn”
photograph + photoshop
10 x 14
Here are some logo options I did for a freelance client of mine. I offered plenty of different options, but he wanted to go towards his original idea (not shown).
When I came up with this topic title, the first type of drive I thought of was the driving force behind what I do on a daily basis. This is my drive:
“design is my drive”
mixed media
11″ x 14″
New identity for a bowling alley located on a local military base.
I’m hoping the holidays yeild time to do some personal work. At least enough time to post a few new things on this blog in hopes of generating enough interest so I don’t feel like I’m typing to myself.
Nikon D70, Nikkor 80-200, Tamron 1.4x extender, ISO 200, 280mm, f/3.5, 1/1000 sec.
Project 2 entry by Greg Keysar
Nikon D70, Tokina 12-24, ISO 200, 12mm, f/4.0, 26.0 sec
so pretty much this blog has lived up to its name. in an effort to pick it back up…
here is the next project parameter: drive
no deadline this time. monthly parameters will continue, but the deadlines are falling by the wayside.
Distant City Lights
Graphite on Paper
18″ x 14″
© 2008. Paul Keysar
project 2 {night} entry by Paul Keysar
Both of these pieces came about after I found a young bird dead in our house. Our cat, Smokey, was kind enough to, not only give us this fine present, but also drag it all over the downstairs of our house, tearing a fair amount of his feathers out. It was pretty sad to see such a young bird lying lifeless on the floor.
“Dark Day”
photograph + photoshop
14″ x 10″
“Cold Night”
photograph + photoshop + text (written by me)
14″ x 10″
Text reads: The last of his warm breath withered away into the crisp night. He took his first and last flight into the shadow-filled woods, to be consumed by the land that raised him.
