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Finally, after over a year and many promises, here is my version of Arkham Asylum.
There’s no need for many explanations here in this text, because I designed an 82-page Making-of-book that explain every little step. And the best part: It’s for free.
You can find all the pages here on flickr or you can download a free PDF-version from Uploaded.to. You don’t need to create an account, just follow this LINK. It takes about 20 - 40 minutes.
Well, I hope you enjoy everything.
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El rosetón (románico de transición al gótico/protogótico, siglo XIII) de la fachada occidental de la Iglesia de San Felipe de Brihuega, la villa capital de municipio, situado en la comarca natural de La Alcarria (subcomarca de Alcarria Alta), en la provincia de Guadalajara, Castilla-La Mancha, España.
Se considera que esta iglesia, dedicada a San Felipe Apóstol, fue construída entre 1209-1246 bajo el mecenazgo del Arzobispo de Toledo y el señor de Brihuega Rodrigo Ximénez de Rada, a pesar de no existir documentación escrita que confirme este hecho o aclare la historia anterior de este templo.
"...Según nos describe García López en su Catálogo Monumental de Guadalajara: "Ennoblece más esta elegante fachada un rosetón circular, abierto bajo el ángulo en que concluye el muro central. Consta de un círculo rodeado de seis medios círculos uno y otros con lóbulos, redientes y arquillos que forman una elegante tracería ojival.
Las líneas rectas dominantes forman el exalfa o sello de Salomón sin intención notoria de que resalte."
La Iglesia de San Felipe de Brihuega
"...Conotado ao simbolismo do hexalfa, além deste exposto de forma clara, encontra-se nos templos cristãos o seu derivado hexafólio ou sexifólio, a estrela de seis raios e a rosácea ou roseta hexapétala, e apesar das suas numerosas variantes é normalmente interpretado como símbolo solar – o rosetão ou roseta do Sol, antigo símbolo mitraico herdado pelos cristãos para designarem Christus Sollis, o Cristo Solar ou Iluminado, e também a Rosa Mística da ladainha mariana, a Virgem Mãe de Deus, dependendo do sentido geral do simbolismo exposto a qual dos Dois se deve atribuir no caso particular esse símbolo."
O Hexalfa é igual à Alma Universal (por Vitor Manuel Adrião)
LA LEYENDA SOBRE SAN FELIPE APÓSTOL Y EL DRAGÓN DE MARTE:
San Felipe aparece en quinto lugar en las listas de los apóstoles (Mt 10, 3; Mc. 3, 18; Lc 6, 14; Hch 1, 13). Era originario de Betsadia, y de profesión pescador. Junto con Andrés, son los únicos que tienen nombres griegos entre los apóstoles
San Felipe es llamado por el Señor al grupo de sus discípulos al día siguiente de haber llamado a Andrés, Juan y Pedro (Jn 1, 43-44). San Felipe es quien invita a Natanael a conocer al Señor (Jn 1, 45). Tiene otras intervenciones significativas en el Evangelio. El día la multiplicación de los panes el Señor, para probarlo, se dirige a él preguntándole dónde comprarían pan para tanta gente (Jn 6, 5-7). Es a San Felipe a quien se dirigen los extranjeros deseosos de conocer al Señor (Jn 12, 20-22) y es él el que le pide al Señor en la última cena que le "muestre al Padre" (Jn 14, 8-11)
San Felipe se dedicó a predicar en las regiones de Frigia, actualmente Turquía, y Escitia, actualmente Moldavia, Ucrania, Hungría y el este de Rusia. Fue martirizado y muerto en Hierápolis. Su martirio consistió en ser crucificado y apedreado. Posteriormente sus reliquias se trasladan a Roma...
El relato tradicional sobre San Felipe Apóstol y el Dragón de Marte se basa en el texto incluído en la Leyenda Dorada de Jacopo Vorágine, pero se narra en diferentes versiones:
«...Una leyenda cuenta que los paganos querían obligarlo a hacer un sacrificio a una estatua de Marte, pero un dragón, colocado bajo el pedestal, mata con su aliento al sacerdote que ordena el sacrificio y a dos soldados. Felipe, apiadado de ellos, pone en fuga al dragón y resucita a los tres muertos.»
«...Los paganos quisieron obligarle a adorar una imagen de Marte, pero el santo hizo que del pedestal saliera un dragón, que mató al hijo del pontífice y varios personajes más con su aliento. El santo sanó a los heridos y resucitó a los muertos, a petición de la muchedumbre que allí se había congregado, a cambio de que se rompiera la estatua para eregir una cruz en su lugar.»
«...En Escitia fue apresado y llevado delante de una estatua de Marte para obligarle a hacer sacrificios. Pero de debajo de la estatua salió un dragón que mató al instante a tres personas. San Felipe se ofreció a resucitarlos si derribaban la estatua, por lo que expulsó al dragón del lugar y resucitó a los muertos, consiguiendo así muchas conversiones.»
«...San Felipe Apóstol...desterró al desierto al dragón que devoró al hijo del pontífice y a dos tribunos que presenciaban como era sacrificado a Marte en la ciudad de Escytia...»
Las páginas y obras consultadas y citadas:
www.aciprensa.com/catequesis/apostoles/felipe.htm
cuadrosparaunaexposicion.blogspot.ru/2010/03/san-felipe-i...
www.caminando-con-jesus.org/CRISTOLOGIA/APOSTOLES/apostol...
My resolutions (not especially for 2011)
- To be more kindly with my mirror image
- Learn to draw from real life
- Sleep more
- Be more impatient
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Quite a bit of Weegee's fame rests on his medium format photographs of murder victims.
While these portraits are essentially unique in the history of photography, they are also controversial.
It is only my own opinion, which is all I have the right to say, but I don't feel these photographs should have been taken, even for art's sake. However that being said, I do not condemn it, and I do keep in mind the special qualities of his work. For me, his particular style of photography has a subtle side that I appreciate and learn from the more I look at it. And as I have stated in previous designs dedicated to him, he was a master darkroom technician.
I want to create a camera for Weegee that focuses upon the dead in a more spiritual way befitting them, and using this design to reconcile.
With that in mind, this design proposal seeks to give homage not only to Weegee but also to the photographs and to their subjects. Perhaps in his heart, Weegee was honoring them in some way, but here I propose that the camera the tied to an act of ritual for the dead.
Chinese Ming Qi has a long tradition, as other cultures like the Egyptians, to honor and provide for dead. Funerary objects are depicted and used in various ways. Although I am not an expert on this subject, what is different in the Chinese ritual is that these objects are burned to 'activate' them.
A vintage multiplying camera of the late 19th century is slightly modified for this design. A Chinese Ming Qi object, a house, to 'house' the transient murdered victims becomes a temporary body for the camera, which will take four simultaneous exposures very sharply by virtue of the adapted Speed Graphic flashgun. When the photographs are exposed, the Ming Qi house is detached from its innards (the multiplying camera is among the simplest kind of cameras, functionally) and the user then sets it afire, like incense (which also comes with the kit) thus giving this camera an honorary one-time use befitting the dead, whether the subject here be a gunned down criminal or a victim. A small side compartment holds a cigar to help the user to silently reflect during the ceremony.
The Ming Qi object in this case is further distinguished, as opposed to an ordinary dollhouse or toy, by various silver decorations and subtle styling commensurate with its purpose. In a subtle but coincidental way, this ritual act for the camera indirectly recalls Weegee's own theatricality and uniqueness in life.
Design, text and drawing are copyright 2014 by David Lo.
Descriptiones et icones amphibiorum..
Monachii,Stuttgartiae et Tubingae, Sumtibus J.G. Cottae,[1828-]1833..
I designed and stitched this pattern in 2009 - you can see it here. I stitched it on 18 count aida. I wanted to see what it would look like on 28 count linen. I think it's kinda pretty.
(The text is the only bit I remember from A Farewell to Arms.)
This was on the wall of the walkway along the Emporium site, so I'm guessing Bill Posters is a CFMEU official.
Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60X30 softbox overhead. AB800 open behind backdrop of white faux suede.Triggered by Cybersync.
mamiya 6MF 50mm f/4 + kodak portra 160NC. lab: the icon, los angeles, ca. scan: epson V750. exif tags: filmtagger.
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There's the good old days of the British Rai, and also the good old days of early Bond (as apologist) for the era of plain, old fashioned espionage.
Guzzling gallons of high octane alcohol and living it up are key themes of Ian Fleming's short life.
Bond receives a full briefing of the situation. Then local money and a survey map are deposited into the glove compartment of a fast, but beaten up 1960 Sunbeam Alpine sports car, which is customized with built-in bar containing Walker's Deluxe Bourbon, an ice bucket and highball glasses. Bond carries his own Moreland Specials. On the passenger side, a vanity mirror conceals a bottle of Chanel No. 5, and a gun compartment for the adventure-hungry Mary Goodnight.
Design, concepts, text and drawing are copyright 2015 by David Lo.
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*Happy birthday!* ( a Bioshock fanfic)
*Anarchy Writer* (2012)
Earl blinked. His vision was blurry as water dropped from a leak in the ceiling, arousing him from his sleep. He struggled to his feet and screamed. He was the monster of Rapture. He was a Big Daddy! Earl was wearing a thin diving suit with shoulder guards and knee and elbow pads that had multicolored tubes inserted in them from a pack in his back, he looked in a a pool he was wearing a gas mask like helmet with two glowing portholes where his eyes were. He backed up and looked at his hands on one was a fingerless glove with the palm exposed on the other hand was a heavy gauntlet with spiked knuckles strangely in place of the bulky drill. He looked around he didn't seem much tall and he was a lot more agile then most Daddies.
"What...? What Happened to me?"
He walked over to a table with a syringe and a Revolver he looked at the Syringe which a tag hanging off.
ELECTRO BOLT! CONTROL THE POWER OF THUNDER WITH A SNAP OF YOUR FINGERS
REMEMBER DON'T BE A DOLT USE ELECTRO BOLT!
Earl hated needles but it seemed like the only smart thing to do. He closed his eyes and jammed the needle into his exposed palm, for an instant nothing happened then suddenly Earl feel to his knees. His head felt like it had been electrocuted, every cell popped then reformed the pain most emanated from his right hand, He looked at the smoking flesh and saw electricity crackle. Earl allowed himself a smile, took the revolver and walked out of the room. He thought for a second then remembered he had been going to rapture for his Birthday when he and his sister were kidnapped now he was...This. He kept walking when he heard whispering.
"I told you you was wrong!"
"I'm not THE NUMBERS NEVER LIE!"
"Shush! Here it comes!"
Earl slowly walked towards the door and kicked it open. When he saw nothing he turned both ways, left and right. Nothing. He kept walking when something dropped behind him he whirled around as a woman with no nose or mouth swung with hooks at him, Grabbing her arm Earl slammed the barrel against her forehead and pulled the trigger. Her brain exploding from her skull with a sickening crunch. Earl looked at the dead body, He had always hated Splicers freaks of nature he walked over looking for the second voice when he felt a sharp pain on his hand. Looking down, He saw a large wasp about three inches long perched on his palm. As he swatted it away He looked up at at a Splicer wearing a lab coat who was hurriedly injecting a plasmid into his arm which was covered with boils, Earl aimed with his revolver but the man blasted a swarm of the wasps distracting him causing Earl to stumble back waving his arms blindly in hopes of swatting the wasps when he tripped and smashed through a window, letting the thick sea water flood into the hallway. He floated through the hallway, Struggling. His lungs were on fire. His mind was going black. Forcing his mouth open for air he realized he could breathe, he slowly trudged through the flooded cavern when he saw the Splicer who attacked with the wasps struggling for air.He grabbed it by it's neck and twisted, breaking it.The man still flailed wildly, Earl twisted again ripping the entire head from it's shoulders he scowled at the mutated head in his hand and crushed it,
"Scumbag."
He kept walking for what felt like hours when he came to a room. A door slammed shut behind him as the water drained into grates below him, He inspected the electric arcs between his fingers and opened the door and walked into what seemed to be an amusement park a little girl in a blue dress was running past him when a splicer grabbed her and threw her to the ground,
"MISTER BUBBLES! HELP!"
The Splicer raised his wrench to strike but Earl was behind him he grabbed his arm put his hand on the Splicer's shoulder and ripped it off. the Splicer turned and tried to run but Earl shot him in the back of his head blowing his brains all over a cut out of a clown. Earl walked over to the girl.
"Hey? you okay?"
"Mister Bubbles?"
"Who?"
A loud groan sounded through the area Earl turned
"What was that!?!"
The girl smiled.
"Mister Bubbles."
Earl turned to see a large hunched over creature with multiple portholes coming out with glowing red. for one hand it had a massive drill. Earl slowly backed away the creature groaned and charged Earl slamming into him. Earl felt the wind leave his body as he was smashed into a wall he looked up to see the creature swing towards him with it's drill. Earl rolled out of the way and shot the creature in the head with his revolver before kicking it .unfazed the creature grabbed him by his leg and smashed him into the wall then swung with the side of his drill hitting with a crack. Earl felt several Ribs ache as he was sent face first into the ground. Earl turned and looked at the glass ceiling. he took his revolver and fired, breaking the glass on a panel and causing water to gush down on the creature causing it to look up quizzically Earl took that time to blast it as much as possible with Electro-Bolt. the creature stumbled and collapsed flailing as the Brain sent a few last signals to it's limbs Earl walked over to the corpse and kicked it to see if it was alive. the girl rushed over and started crying at the sight of the creature. Earl looked at the girl.
"Uh, You need to get out of here!"
The room was filled with shouts of Splicers, Earl weighed his options. He didn't have enough ammo and using Electricity would fry him too, due to the water on the ground. Either way, he was dead!
Rue Jean Poulmarch 10/01/2016 14h11
I can't remember a complete mural has endured so long. Fluctuat Nec Mergitur is the motto of Paris, translated "Il est battu par les flots, mais ne sombre pas": "She is tossed by the waves but does not sink". This motto is present in the city coat of arms depicting a ship floating on a rough sea. Both motto and city arms have their origins in the river Seine boatsman's corporation; this powerful hanse ruled the city's trade and commerce as early as the Roman era.
Following the November 2015 Paris attacks, the Latin-language motto had a surge in popularity and was used in social media as a symbol of Paris resistance in the face of terrorism.
No street artist dares to paint over it. But also this mural will disappear one day. But space invader PA_100 is still there.
Ilustración para el diario Público.
Illustration for the Público newspaper.
Más impuestos a los ricos. 27/02/2011. Texto de Robert Reich
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Luxury is an odd thing. It's equally about what we can have and what we cannot.
The legendary gourmand James Beard claimed that a simple baked potato was true gourmet food. And indeed, an organic yellow potato baked with its skin on sprinkled with coarsely ground sea salt will truly open anyone's imagination.
Personally, my favorite two snacks are cottage cheese and ketchup and avocado sprinkled with sugar (try these separately, you just might never look back).
True luxury still requires its semantic relations.
I called this design a "composition" hut rather than a writer's hut simply to marry the idea of a writer's abode and a musical composer's abode. The idea of going someplace to create requires a kind of 'compression' that is difficult to both identify and to enact. What should a street photographer's hut look like? And how about a golfer's hut?
It is no coincidence that the word hut and heart are similar. Both may be semantically related here.
Mahler's Komponierten haus had a peculiar entry: the low door opened out inside to a much larger interior space, perhaps in the style of Japanese teahouses. A golfer stepping into a tee box faces a similar quasi-compression.
The legendary James Bond film "Goldfinger", has a scene onboard a private jet. This production was designed by Sir Ken Adams. Nevertheless it is a perfect ingredient to infuse fantasy with design for a homage to Ian Fleming.
Why isn't a Bond interior more simple? Perhaps because this is part of the Bond vocabulary.
In the film and in the hut, both parties are secretly observing each other. It's a perfect symbiosis.
The bathroom represents the womb or the kitchen or a fire element.
Pussy Galore tries to control Bond with a Smith & Wesson. Bond coolly replies that if she were to use that on him, the bullet would go through the fuselage and everyone would die. The gun represents a neutralized fiire element. Contrast this with the intimate, warm and vibrant shave Bond has in the bathroom as he observes the scene. This slow act is oddly a metaphor for composition.
I like to think of my drawings as an Ozu notebook for one of his films. The scene on the spread pages is visually and textually set slowly piece by piece by two men over many bottles of Sake. Indeed, Tateshina is the perfect shrine for the genre of the composition hut.
Design, concepts, text and drawing are copyright 2014 by David Lo.
Mahons que semblen nínxols, o fornets, o columbaris... Mahons quadrats compartimentats on amagar-se o amagar vergonyes o tresors... Només l'home pot fer una cosa semblant, freda i repetida... tot el contrari de la Natura, que només fa peces úniques on regna l'espiral, la curva, els remolins... i la Vida!
Gràcies a Caricola pel títol i el text.
This abandoned trainyard is only one of its kind as it is on the site of the Chernobyl Nuclear disaster. The rusting carriages, piles of metal debris and what remains of the platform make it a far cry from the bustling station that once welcomed people from all over the Soviet Union to work at the nuclear power plant.
After the disaster, passengers arriving at Yanov station were immediately put on evacuation buses and sent back out of Pripyat. Today, the town is within the Chernobyl exclusion zone.
Named for the nearby Pripyat River, Pripyat was founded on 4 February 1970, the ninth nuclear city in the Soviet Union, for the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant. It was officially proclaimed a city in 1979, and had grown to a population of 49,360 before being evacuated a few days after the 26 April 1986 Chernobyl disaster.
Though Pripyat is located within the administrative district of Ivankiv Raion, the abandoned city now has a special status within the larger Kiev Oblast (province), being administered directly from Kiev. Pripyat is also supervised by Ukraine's Ministry of Emergencies, which manages activities for the entire Chernobyl Exclusion Zone.
Access to Pripyat, unlike cities of military importance, was not restricted before the disaster as nuclear power stations were seen by the Soviet Union as safer than other types of power plants. Nuclear power stations were presented as being an achievement of Soviet engineering, where nuclear power was harnessed for peaceful projects. The slogan "peaceful atom" (Russian: mirnyj atom) was popular during those times. The original plan had been to build the plant only 25 km (16 mi) from Kiev, but the Ukrainian Academy of Sciences, among other bodies, expressed concern about it being too close to the city. As a result, the power station and Pripyat were built at their current locations, about 100 km (62 mi) from Kiev. After the disaster the city of Pripyat was evacuated in two days.
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Two giants hover over the intentions of this design. both are men of genius, with similarities.
I've long admired Peyton Manning
for his innovative qualities and his contributions to an intellectual approach to American football. At times he has been wrongly seen as eccentric, which only reflects upon the lack of intelligence and judgment of a few sportswriters.
Manning's innovative thinking has a resemblance to the conductor Herbert Von Karajan, another larger than life forward thinker.
Both Manning and Lombardi are family oriented men with a firm religious foundation. Lombardi went as far as to once have had intentions toward priesthood.
The proposed redesign of the Lombardi trophy is as a tool for creativity, things that I have been making all along to be used. They are essentially randomizing machines in the style of John Cage. The user inserts slides of plays from a game into the viewer (actual screenshots of plays from an actual game or diagrammatic screens from the playbook) and generates numbers which index to an assorted list of call symbols from Manning's list as well as those from other quarterbacks for Manning to modify and adapt. This randomizing factor (something that PG Wodehouse often used to generate names of characters for short stories) may provide surprising combinations that may befuddle the opposition defense in a game.
In the lower half of the enclosure is a dedication space to the noble devout Lombardi. The miniature chapel-like meditation space honors Lombardi's habit of Catholic examen and confession. In this respect it has qualities of a confessional (rear red curtain and subtle wood detailing). It also has storage for a memento in a space off to the side. The space can be viewed either from the back or the side via a mirror or via an eyepiece. The quiet, solemn atmosphere (naturally lit from a light bar) communicates to the owner of the trophy the importance of finding an inner peace before a major football game.
Design, text and drawing are copyright 2014 by David Lo.