Signs: Forgotten, But Not Gone
UPDATE: This photo has been included in Smashing Magazine’s World of Signage Photo Contest, Road and Street Signs Part 3
Spotted this sign yesterday morning. There was no pay phone anywhere to be found. Actually, this icon would be a great idea for a t-shirt. That way, when you walk around and have your cell phone on you, folks will know where the nearest phone is.
My Website in 2002
The Wayback Machine, has archived over 150 billion web pages from 1996 to a few months ago. I was delighted to find my site archived at various stages of its history. What stood out was a primitive “blog” post I had published back in 2002 entitled, “Artistically Speaking”. Below is that unedited post in its entirety, warts and all.
Artistically Speaking
February 21, 2002
Needless to say, I spend much of my time on the computer creating digital art. I use the term “art” loosely, because I mainly deal with web design and Flash animations/presentations. As an artist, this tends to create a certain degree of discomfort as time passes along. I long for the feel of graphite on paper. I miss the feeling of the brush on canvas.
Of course, I tell myself on a daily basis that I shall resume creating traditional forms of art… tangible forms of art. For the digital realm requires time to get used to. All I ever knew was the “old school” methods, until the late 1990s. That’s when everything I ever knew, was whisked out the door. It was then, I took a mouse in my hand, and commenced the inevitable battle of learning how to control this strange contraption.
Today, I have comfortably mastered the fine art of precision mouse control. I’m finding more and more that I can easily zero in on a pixel from a zoom level of only 50%. I’m sweeping across the screen with confidence and ease. No longer do I fight with the mouse. In fact, I fear it has become an extension of my body. Frightening indeed…
So, until that fateful day comes along when I drop the mouse for a day or two, I guess I will keep reaffirming myself that, yes, I’m still an artist. I’ll keep telling myself that I still have it in me to use my hands, body, mind and soul to create wonderful traditional art. Art on paper… art on canvas… try my hand at ceramics. God knows it’s been probably 15 years or more since I took clay in hand and formed it into some crazy shape. I miss that innocence. I miss that whimsical mayhem…
Here’s a great quote I read a while back in my travels: “When I was a child, I wanted to grow up to be an artist. Instead, I became a graphic designer.”
True… true…
