Water's Edge. First Time Using Something Other Than Ink.

Delineate.

The Waves’ Revealing

Subversive

“Hang on. I wanna see something.”

He glances in either direction, checking for traffic. Looks both ways again as he crosses the street, more furtively this time. Her footsteps follow, slowly, then quicker, as she jogs across the deserted side street.

“Somehow, I’m thinking this is going to be illegal...”

“Oh, don’t worry... it most definitely is.”

Around the backside of the crumbling wall--perhaps at one point it had been a room or enclosed courtyard of sorts, though now it’s little more than chewed gravel and a sparse collection of weeds even more insistent than the winter chill cutting through his gloves--a simple linework teddy bear, five feet tall and quite pudgy around the middle, sits with his back against the corner. The bright orange spray isn’t even faded. “Hah! Yes, it’s still here.”

“That’s so badass! And completely adorable at the same time!” She chuckles. “I’m feeling like this must have been you?”

“Feel like it might’ve been,” he grins back.

Open

Is it weakness, the compulsion to live one’s life openly with others, to readily expose our faults and frailties? Or is it strength, a spade to rip out the weeds that would love only a false version of ourself? Or perhaps it is neither… not inherently good or ill; instead, only a danger. For to live so openly requires trust. And trust, no matter how great or how small, is merely an invitation for the world to break a little further…

Alright, so as my post yesterday mentioned, I’m taking a Main Title Design course, taught by Ash Thorp over at LearnSquared. This lesson was about typography. The homework was to choose a sample logline and create three different cast-and-crew mock-ups, using different variations of the same font family.

I chose a horror sample called "Three Points," the logline of which is: A World War I pilot briefly loses consciousness inside of the Bermuda Triangle and upon waking, fails to discover land or water, and his gas tank remains full.

Playing around with the fairly standard font family Agency, I created three shots from three different title sequence options. I tried to keep the font fairly intact, making only a few subtle changes to hopefully connect it more to the plot ideas, of mystery and horror.

(Images 1-3 are one set, then 4-6, and then 7-9.)

@ashthorp

Can’t think of a much better way to celebrate one year of this project, than by getting to see a review for COLOR OF A MIRROR in print for the first time! And in the indie section of Publishers Weekly no less!

Written, designed, published, and sold by me.

Thanks to BookLife for the review, and thank you always to the Kickstarter backers who helped make this possible (and to everyone who’s picked up the book since then).

colorofamirror.net

All Fall Down.

“Stellar System.” (AKA “Crying Wolf.”)

Taking the expoart idea and doing it bigger.

Black and Chrome

Japanese ramen bars have more perks than simply great food... there are numerous perfect pictures just waiting to be captured.