Equivocal and ambiguity. Artwork that blurs and crosses the line of demarcation between traditional art techniques and digital graphic design. From graffiti art and illustration, to vector graphics and rasterized images, through digital and traditional photography, the fusion of these contrasting elements would be a reflection of my self and a representation of my surroundings and how I see them. |
Thanks to 1819 supermovement, eqvocal's sticker was selected for the Majulah Stickapura Series//3. The whole 1819SuperMovement contingent were in Tokyo spreading the Singapore Idea for two full days at the Design Festa.
For more info and pics and availibility of sticker packs: http://1819supermovement.com/blogs/
In 1972 Rainbow came into our lives on ITV, their equivalent of BBC's Play School. It used the same kind of ingredients ... all ยป - songs, stories, films, etc. - but the style of presentation was different.
The opening title sequence was animated by Brian Cosgrove and Mark Hall, who later became 'Cosgrove Hall Productions', who made Danger Mouse, Duckula and many more Children's TV programmes.
Aparently, according to urban legend... This small episode of the show was made at a drunken party with the whole Rainbow cast. Its extreamly funny, and a great play on words...
Soon it will be mine...
and love,... what a different life
had i not found this love with you
e.v. (p.j)
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My entry for the 1819 Majulah Stickapura thingy. I think it's kind of crappy. Dont actually know if it was selected. Well at least I've tried. If it's rejected I might just print it myself and have fun... For more info on 1819 go to http://www.1819supermovement.com/ |
Some early EqVocal sticker paste ups...
"Black" Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did. All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything. Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear? Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything? All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine -E.V. (P.J)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1esJQTJepU