45 minute Patterns Excercise

If you look through my school notebooks, binders and books throughout the years you'll see just about as many doodles, sketches and scribbles as notes. I've always been into street art style letter graphics. Every now and then I pick a few letters to string together in some graffiti style sketches. As my adopted artist name, Sane now appears on many of my free-time free-hands.

Wild Style is an intricate selection of colors, shapes, lines and shadows used in graffiti to produce visually stimulating pieces of art. It's like a dialect of written English, an self-taught cursive sort of speak, very much a cipher. Think tagger = padawan learner and graph artist piecing Wild Style = Jedi. I've been playing around with a archaic version of Wild Style more focused on using shapes and colors to obscure the text.

Here is the first



Wild Style is also the title of the landmark Hip - Hop culture film released in 1982. It chronicles a story of a graffiti artists named Zoro in turn of the 80's New York. Many have heard the title track of Wild Style as the intro to the seminal Nas album Illmatic but never caught that the sample was from Wild Style. It definitely serves equally as good a purpose introducing one of the most awe-striking 40 minutes of hip - hop you will ever hear. If you follow the link to the movie's website they actually have the clip from the opening scene posted with the Nas sample (navigate to the movie tab and its the third clip). This movie is also good for a interlude sample used by the Beastie Boys on Check Your Head proceeding the Maestro. The influence this movie had on other hip - hop artists doesn't stop there. I'll let you do some homework on your own.





When you watch this movie don't blame me for wanting to jump fences and climb steel girders.

Here 45 (technically 90) minute exercise number second (hint: relax your eyes). The point of this one was to draw all the interlocking empty z-shapes first and then fill them in. I'll do some time-lapse beginning, middle, end picts next time.

Bury the Machete: Have you ever been experienced, on Friday the 13th?

It's a week past Friday February the 13th, the opening of the re-release of the killassic horror flick Friday the 13th. I made it out on the first night, and the diehard horror fans made a respectable showing. The fact that it was actually Friday the 13th and Valentine's Day weekend made it marginally cool. It was a multicultural, inter-generational affair. Even a obnoxiously-Fergie-fabulous Indian from India babe (ooh I'm awful) made it out to the late show in her Beverly Feldman pumps (Big uppities to my fearless j-list leader for sniffing that one out, she couldn't go into the movie before accosting the woman about the origin of her cool peds).

Part slasher part Weekend at Bernie's part Cheech and Chong softcore porn style, Jason's resurrection for the younger generation does little justice to the mysterious and distant half-dead psychopath' of the 80's. What a difference two decades makes. 2009 J-Voorheesy makes the original incarnation look like a grandpa or at least a great uncle. Old hockey face now-a-days is straight to the point, extra specially brutal, persistent, but yet is able to maintain his slightly ironic, mute, pop-out-of-now-where since of humor... when dispatching unwitting teens, just in less creative ways. The highlight of the show came when the infamous "Chih, chih, chih, hah, hah, hah" track finally played near the end of the flick, which prompted an eager studio audience member to interject into the movie-viewing silence "Out of breath azz n*gg*!" with the uncanny comedic timing of a high school class clown.

An astute friend of mine of the Catholic persuasion noticed that all the teens that got hacked to death were in commission of some carnal sin. I never thought of it that way before. Could Jason have a higher calling? As you can see, Jason here has the Ambercrombie archangel frat-boy look going, complete with heavenly aura! Now go ye forth and terrorize heathen youth... Maybe killing slacking phuck-ups is kind of like recycling... it takes some effort but is ultimately better for all of us in the end. You have about 4 days to see this movie in its full big-screen glory. Even though it's the "#1 movie in America" as of tonight, if it makes it to DVD before you decide to check it out, do yourself a favor and rent part III of the original series on VHS. The new Bayshore Mall does have an incognito new theatre (with no website), I didn't see it there though, but you can!