This is a discussion on My T-shirt thread within the The Art Museum forums, part of the Topics of Interest category; Originally Posted by AddleHeart so I have alot of t-shirt designs and such but I think I will just upload ...
Originally Posted by AddleHeart
so I have alot of t-shirt designs and such but I think I will just upload this thread with whichever new one's I make.
Holding on to Severed Ties
Made this last night when talking to Dune about previous abruptly ended close friendships, thought of this as a metaphor in my head and yeah...
Please give feedback.
Brilliant. I like your symbolism.
I like your views better
I am surprised with the amount of feedback, thank you. I don't know i really like the color scheme personally, It has a very autumn sense feel to me. But for some reason the colors cameout almost redish when it is a very orange color :(
Thank you all! I will have to make more soon. :)
Hey there, Addle. It's awesome to see so many insightful perspectives regarding the message your artistic endeavour wishes to convey. As I'd mentioned yesterday, I appreciate the atmosphere and mood the mellow vermilion background evokes - that imagery of sunset and, as you intended, autumn, comes to mind. Essentially, it accentuates that sense of ending and the stretch of sorrow that has begun and will linger for a long time.
I was pondering on this pictorial metaphor before turning in last night, and to me at least, I realised that the fact that the strings of this wooden puppet were severed very suddenly seems to conjure in myself that colossal loss of purpose. He is left questioning - "Where did my strength go?" and later "Was that source of energy and inspiration real?", because from what I see in the picture, the puppet seems to be in tremendous disbelief, apparently reeling from the dissonance between the happier past and the shattered present. He is left wondering, "Did it really happen?".
His fount of strength has departed, and he is left to contend with the memory (the cross) that the experience might just have been real. In essence, he is lost in the transition of states, and of matrices - from a world where he lived by the one who gave him life and purpose, to one in which he is completely on his own - the real world.
With respect to the issue of lost friendships, I'm not trying to say that our friends should be the reason and purpose for living. More so though, I'm meaning to explain that sometimes, someone special in our lives completes us with a human purpose that exceeds the material pursuits we are forced to embark on by convention. They make us realise that there is so much more to life and existence. When they leave, however, they take with them that purpose and leave in us a gaping void no one else can fill.
Meh, I'm drifting off again, haha.
Last edited by Duke; 01-25-2009 at 08:03 PM.
Awesome picture
Ha. You should open up a t-shirt business.
I've considered it. But my INFP from Ohio doesn't want to come to australia to be my screenprinting mistress.
Exactly!Hey there, Addle. It's awesome to see so many insightful perspectives regarding the message your artistic endeavour wishes to convey. As I'd mentioned yesterday, I appreciate the atmosphere and mood the mellow vermilion background evokes - that imagery of sunset and, as you intended, autumn, comes to mind. Essentially, it accentuates that sense of ending and the stretch of sorrow that has begun and will linger for a long time.
I was pondering on this pictorial metaphor before turning it last night, and to me at least, I realised that the fact that the strings of this wooden puppet were severed very suddenly seems to conjure in myself that colossal loss of purpose. He is left questioning - "Where did my strength go?" and later "Was that source of energy and inspiration real?", because from what I see in the picture, the puppet seems to be in tremendous disbelief, apparently reeling from the dissonance between the happier past and the shattered present. He is left wondering, "Did it really happen?".
His fount of strength has departed, and he is left to contend with the memory (the cross) that the experience might just have been real. In essence, he is lost in the transition of states, and of matrices - from a world where he lived by the one who gave him life and purpose, to one in which he is completely on his own - the real world.
With respect to the issue of lost friendships, I'm not trying to say that our friends should be the reason and purpose for living. More so though, I'm meaning to explain that sometimes, someone special in our lives completes us with a human purpose that exceeds the material pursuits we are forced to embark on by convention. They make us realise that there is so much more to life and existence. When they leave, however, they take with them that purpose and leave in us a gaping void no one else can fill.
Meh, I'm drifting off again, haha.
http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/i...31b585ca71.png
Different
It is really simple but I am trying to use my ad. art knowledge to make something kinda tricky in a way. it is in the dead corner cuz the eye doesn't travel that way and how the faces travel it really doesn't lead your eye to the subject but yeah...
thanks for looking :)
Haha that's awesome. Look at all the squares! xD
I like the color scheme a lot, too.
Do you have the link to all the other shirts you've done? I really liked 'em a lot.
Another great one Addle. I'd wear this one too.
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