A view of Pasadena from the edge of the Art Center College of Design campus, done as a tilt-shift fake miniature.
Category Archives: Photo-Manipulations
Alright, so I’ve recently had a lot of appointments that I needed to get off the Metro at the Westlake MacArthur Park station to get to. Every day when I left, I took the escalator down and looked at the mural above it. Your standard public art mural. Colorful designs in the middle, a few people of various ethnicities towards the edge. On one side there’s a man holding a little baby that, for reasons unknown, has nightmarish, jagged, empty holes full of pitch-black nothingness where its eyes ought to be, like something straight out of a goddamn horror movie.
This is a largely unedited photo of that demonic baby. I just dropped the lighting and saturation a little bit.
The name of this piece is taken from a creature found in Malay mythology known as a Toyol, which is a demonic construct made by an evil wizard that is essentially a horrible, twisted mockery of everything a baby is. Mythology is weird like that.
This is an actual photo from an early 4th of July fireworks show I attended (because there’s nothing more American than recklessly detonating illegal explosives in public just to see the pretty lights), with very minimal filters applied. Don’t worry, its just the smoke from the fireworks illuminated by the fireworks themselves. Even in America we’re not crazy enough to include suitcase nukes in celebratory fireworks displays…. yet
Just an edit of an old World War II propaganda poster that I made for fun. I may have mentioned in the past that I am seriously creeped out by Kewpie dolls. Its those eyes, man. Those smug, soulless black eyes. Always staring. Watching. Mocking, with that sadistic little smirk on their faces, like they’re up to something. Nothing good has a face like that, man.
Given the choice between the two of them watching me, I actually might prefer the Wehrmacht from the original poster. Sure, those guys were evil, but at least they didn’t look like something out of a toy maker’s nightmare. They didn’t grin a twisted little grin as they killed you, and stare directly into your soul, laughing at your sins.
So I was practicing my basic letterform components for my Typography class, and instead of wasting time taking the tracing paper off the drawing board when I ran out of room, I just stuck a new sheet on. After a while, I noticed that the stacked letterform components looked really cool. One photograph and five minutes of ‘Shopping later, I got this.
So I was playing with a kneaded eraser (instead of paying attention to my Typography professor), and I noticed that it ripped and stretched into these really twisted organic shapes, and I thought I could totally make art with this. So I bought two more kneaded erasers, squished them together, took a photo, and fucked around with colors and transparency effects until I got something I liked.
I still use the two kneaded erasers as a stress ball. Hooray for improvised materials.