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Inktober | Day 17
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Inktober | Day 15
Inktober | Day 7
Inktober | Day “6”
Inktober | Day 4
Inktober | Day 2
Inktober, Day One (Yesterday)
As inspired by Brian.
I love sky adventures— the clouds, the landscapes, the Lilliputians, the inherent sense of excitement I feel the instant I walk into an airport. And of course, every time I fly I overhear the standard airplane convo about being, “packed in like sardines.” After listening to this trip’s rendition, I felt the phrase deserved to be brought to life— or at least to be illustrated/lettered ;)
Get humans together and conflict is a real possibility— sometimes extreme, sometimes mild. One place where this butting of heads is particularly likely is the workplace.
Of course, this makes quite a lot of sense. Here’s this supercharged location, specially named “Office,” and society tells us that succeeding here is synonymous with success… and survival. The pressure is built into the system… must make money to eat, have a house and have some fun now and again. The importance many people place upon jobs leads to a certain amount of everything-must-go-my-way syndrome(EMGMWS, properly pronounced ‘emgemwas’). In other words, if things aren’t going smoothly at work survival panic might be triggered.
Left untreated EMGMWS fosters:
- Rigid attachment to your singular perspective. (i.e. I’m right and you’re wrong.)
- Decreased openness to beneficial ideas. (i.e. If I’m right and you’re wrong, I don’t have to listen to anything you say.)
- Uncharacteristic negative ‘tude spewed at individuals in your vicinity. (i.e. You’re wrong!)
On August 5th, 2013 at approximately 17:00 CST, I found myself perpetuating a bout of EMGMWS. There is an effective and surprisingly instantaneous cure for this disease. Put simply, you must ingest one chill pill and take on the perspective of whomever you feel resistance toward. However, on this overcast Monday there was not a chill pill to be found. And, had the thought of appropriating an alternate perspective appeared in my consciousness, it probably would have tasted of nail polish remover soaked asphalt— it would have been spit out…
…read the rest here.
some RSVP love sent to my very dear, soon to be married, friends.
Your love is magical— Unicorn
My life diagrams.
Matchin the Wall by Hannah Suzanna
Snapchat + Lettering
(in response to a video my mama’s bf sent me of his 4 year old busting a gut)
Snapchat + Lettering
Snapchat + Lettering