moment before falling asleep: 09/08

Changing a bank note ain't that easy

18/09/2008

I didn't think that one day I will need to enter the National Bank's building. I just peeped and didn't see any people inside. Strange. Had to find another entry, where 2 security men just stepped in front me asking what I want. Erm, changing a note? Wrong address. I went to the one they gave me. But I must tell you that the Bank looked shiny, luxurious. I felt myself out of place in my checkered punk-like trousers and leather jacket, was funny though. Then I just found another shiny but more modern building. When I stepped in I saw 2 security men (again) standing behind the glass doors like when you realize that you won't get any further with that damn note in the next few hours. I just checked the abbreviations on the doormat if I am at the right place at all... Then I got lost. I naively thought that the busline with which I came also goes backward on the other side of the street. Guess what: NO! Let's have a relaxing walk then to the next tram/bus/metro/whatever station. Still walking, finding buses which go to somewhere I have never heard about, and it went on for a while. Relax is a word you can't really find in Adri's Life Dictionary, lately. Then wonder happened, the steps went under the ground, and finally I knew where I am.

Orientation: vectors

14/09/2008

This is the third day I'm using Adobe Illustrator and creating vector-styled graphics. I see it as a good idea. There are no boundaries, not like in photography. I thought it will be easier to use this software but some simple colorizing action took a whole afternoon to find out how it works. This is one of my first pieces. Looks simple, takes like 30 minutes, 3 different graphical programs in use, etc. I'm glad about it, more to come.

I wish I didn't have to wake up at 5.30 am tomorrow. It's a bit too early. Anyway, I'm looking forward to going to university again.
Another experiment:

Augustine

10/09/2008

It becomes clear, this is all we got
As I hold you to my bed
Like a cancer or a curse
Be my loving nurse

As we fall back into the impossible dream

My to do list is long, but I don't care tonight

05/09/2008

Refused speci(wo)man

04/09/2008

Again from istockphoto.com. Does it matter? Yes, they want new samples from me in 2 weeks. God, I wonder when they will send me the letter I've reached their required level. Commerce is not in her blood, that's it. I'm too alternative. They need vivid colours and sharp edges with white background. They will get it, just give me a coffee break, as I don't drink coffee at all...

The Hungarian crowd at Flickr makes me feel uncomfortable with all this being-Hungarian situation. I do not know why is it in everyone's (I strictly mean Hungaros only) mind that we must produce the same type of crap. Mine is colourful, subtle, girlish, bit of floral, adrish, yet dreamy and sharp. Then they come and say (or just think) it's slushy-mushy kitsch. Moment before showing your tongue. (I'm not the user of middle finger.)

I've decided to have this blog to post whatever I have. If it's my style, then I have the place for it. ...and here no one cares if it's too much of the background, or the DOF is not perfect, or wrong iso, etc.

I feel pretty confident and proud about where I am with my photo things. I know how it all started and where I am going. I check out hundreds of work of art daily, read as much as I need about it, and play with my camera and photoshop in my sparetime. I started to use different ps actions and being more specific with the colours. If I had better equipment... No. First I need money from these stubborn stock guys, then dreaming.

Simplest e-mails make my day. I was called his favourite little specimen. It's such an honour from whom I learnt so much... Thank you.

Good night!

PS: What's the plural of 'work of art'?