As some of you know, I am a art student at The Art Center College of Design in Pasadena, CA. I was surfing the internet tonight when I uncovered a conspiracy that will shake this very institution to its core: former CIA Director James Woolsey is coming to Art Center on February 18th.
We are told he has come to discuss “Expanding the Vision of Sustainable Mobility,” but this so called former CIA chief undoubtedly still entrenched deeply into the US intelligence apparatus likely has more sinister notions up his sleeve.
I spent so many of my adolescent years reading and admiring comic books. I delighted in my weekly trips to the comic book store and I devoured the latest books with an unrivaled enthusiasm. I often wondered if anyone else cared about the art, the characters and the stories like I did. In fact, a well-drawn tale would sometimes take on such personal significance I could hardly believe that anyone could care as much as I did.
Maybe it was because I was a visual person and never much of a reader, or maybe it was because like most adolescents I was in search of meaning in a world that all too often felt like it had little, but I genuinely felt that I had uncovered something profound in these comic books and graphic novels which others dismissed.
Adrift in the sea of adolescence in search of meaning, it is often all too easy to project significance, meaning, and purpose on to anything: even to find meaning in meaninglessness. Some might argue that this is a fruitless exercise, but nothing could be further from the truth.
Is life a series of meaningless poses? Will I ever know anything? Every thinking person must resolve an existential crisis of sorts at some point in their lives and the truth is that nothing and nobody matters as much as we think it does. As the great existential thinker Kierkegaard once said, “the thing is to find a truth which is true for me, to find the idea for which I can live and die.”
I still read comic books. I still find meaning in them and the point really is that I have used them as a tool to find meaning for myself both in my art and in my life.
Daedelus is an experimental musician based out of Los Angeles. A friend of mine introduced me to his album “Exquisite Corpse” and I have been hooked ever since. If you ever have an opportunity to witness him live, I would encourage you to go. He is not just a remarkable and innovative musician, but also an amazing performer too.
Daedelus embodies a kind of Mad Hatter spirit if the Mad Hatter went to the future and brought back some instruments to share with us.
His music is sample driven drawing heavily from syphonic electronica, funk, and hip-hop. The music sounds very experimental, but is also very well produced. His songs range from fun to haunting, but his style as a whole is difficult to pigeonhole.
I wanted to design a typography around Daedelus’s musical vibe. It isn’t the type (no pun intended) of project I am used to doing, but it was rewarding experience which came out rather good in my humble opinion.
I am illustrator in the entertainment arts focused on visual development, character design, layouts, concept art, and anything in the realm of visual storytelling. Around these parts though, I'm letting it loose Simian Style and devolving into a higher state of consciousness on the boundary of an infinite-dimensional manifold in quasi-time. There's plenty of room down this rabbit hole! Learn more About Me and check out the Portfolio.