tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17498934971717961622024-03-13T01:49:24.911-07:00chameleonchameleonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10384270176040030286noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749893497171796162.post-90121517882286878642013-04-07T19:22:00.002-07:002013-04-07T19:25:03.839-07:00tumblr wins<a href="http://colormechameleon.tumblr.com/">COLORMECHAMELEON</a>chameleonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10384270176040030286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749893497171796162.post-53691560553855751712013-01-25T16:53:00.004-08:002013-01-25T16:53:42.015-08:00For the car enthusiast..Check out <a href="http://motoringconbrio.com/" target="_blank">MotoringconBrio</a> "a sort of shelter magazine for cars" and their new header designed by yours truly. <div>
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I finally got a few rolls developed, or rather, my beau got them developed for me. Here's a few lomo shots from my journey from Colorado to New York City..and a few more from Pennsylvania where we went camping on 4th of July weekend. <br />
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<br />chameleonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10384270176040030286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749893497171796162.post-77595634525803397062012-06-24T09:19:00.001-07:002012-06-24T09:19:56.984-07:00New YorkI guess what it comes down to is this. It's hard to say anything about this city without either sounding like a tourist or sounding cliche. it IS one hell of a city though..chameleonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10384270176040030286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749893497171796162.post-5385662984964590282012-06-14T21:53:00.002-07:002012-07-22T16:59:02.572-07:00BasicsI've been told by several different people and on different occasions that it would be beneficial to me to post my artwork, not only for display but to build confidence in receiving criticism, whether it be positive or negative.<br />
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I've never been confident enough to take the leap but I've finally decided that now's as good a time as ever, especially with the classes I'm currently taking so..here goes. <br />
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These are some of the basics we've been working on for the last few weeks. Above : Still life, color studies, feet and hands, geometric/design concepts.<br />
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Trying to find that lovely medium that I somehow always find difficulty achieving.<br />
Not for one second do I regret being here, but I still can't help but miss the feeling of "home."<br />
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Down time - Something I always want when I don't have it..but having it drives me a little crazy.<br />
Nervous yet hopeful for the near future. School in T-9 days. Love in T-12.<br />
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A few shots from my last batch. Reminiscing already..<br />
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"Old" people are right when they say time goes by faster and faster every year. Even as it took me 5 years to finish my undergrad and it's been 2 years now since I've graduated, it seems like just yesterday I was exploring Denver as a working student. Somewhere along the way I found myself growing with the city and with the beautiful Colorado Rockies and eventually I found that Colorado grew on me. I never realized how much I loved it here until I came back from living in Korea for 6 months. The month I was back in Denver, I literally basked in all of it's glory, attending shows, enjoying my favorite restaurants, going on bike rides and surrounding myself with the company of all the good people I've met in Colorado along the way. When winter rolled around I moved back to Vail for one more season, my last hurrah.<br />
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The end of a season feels more like the end of the year to me and of course, much like everything else, the season flew by at lightning speed. Now I find myself here, once again, reflecting on my life and where I currently stand. As of now, I hold a one way ticket to NYC on my way to continue my education at Pratt Institute. That last sentence scares the shit out of me, and with all the steps I've taken to make this all happen, I almost still don't quite believe it. At this point, I can only hope that the with support of my friends, my family and my new special someone, I'll survive in this great city.<br />
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..is one of my favorite bands of all time. I was fortunate enough to see them play and when I was there I felt as if I could have died happy the next day. They were everything I expected and more, I just wish I could have been up closer. Still, they were amazing and I was there with good company as always. I'm pretty amazed at the capabilities of my almost 3 year old point and shoot little cannon (my little camera that could). If I hold it steady enough, the zoom on it does work! Here's a few shots from the show.</div>
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On a side note.. Sometime around fall last year, Charlotte from <a href="http://www.thefashionguitar.com/">THEFASHIONGUITAR</a> sent me a bracelet, all the way from the Netherlands! I promised her that I'd take a few pictures of me wearing it, and I know it's super late but a promise is a promise, and I suppose it's better late than never. So, I wore it to the show and had a friend take a few photo's. Thanks Charlotte! </div>
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It's funny how such a silly occurrence can jolt you into a reminder that the human body is a fragile, delicate organism. "Where's your kid?" I said, and with the words "there he is" in response, put me flat on my ass as I looked up to see the cause to my effect. The simple joys of sitting, the natural convenience of standing and walking, the pure bliss of sleeping has been taken away from me by this moment in time, a moment that resulted in an injured coccyx. Having to constantly sit and stand at my second job, with every shudder from the pain, I took the time to look back and analyze the root of this event. Could it have been a result of the slight arrogance in my riding, switching to switch knowing it being the simplest skill of my abilities? Could it have been my wanting to rub-in my beautiful day off riding, to a fellow, currently working co-worker? After all, I could have easily rode by with a simple hello in acknowledgment. Or was it in fact the result of all of the above combined, due to the adult beverage consumed just before this incident, ever so slightly affecting my decision making skills as well as my motor skills as I rode down? After close to 32 hours of attempting to endure the pain, my 13 hour work day within this time frame, the verdict was in and the moral was clear. <i>Don't drink and ride</i>. (Well, not until my ass is healed at least.)<br />
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So it's been another eventful year and luckily I don't find myself as lost as I did this time last year. I've set goals and more importantly I'm making efforts to achieve them. I can proudly say that while there may be some things that I didn't get around to this past year, I've had a plethora of new experiences that have put me in a much better place than I was in at the beginning of 2011. Okay, so currently, physically, I feel like shit. I've never felt so exhausted in my entire life. I am someone who highly values one's downtime, and after having spent the entire summer barely working, the start of this season has thoroughly been kicking my ass to say the least. But mentally and emotionally I'm in a good place, and I can honestly say that I seriously don't remember the last time I've been able to say that to myself. Sure there are still plenty of unanswered questions that bounce around in my head, and yes, these questions are starting to become larger and more important as the days "slip" by, but for the first time in a long time, I don't feel the need to stress my brains out about it. However, I'm aware that all good things eventually come to an end so here I be, trying to ride this out for as long as I can, drink this shit til the very last drop.</div>
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It's been 10 days now since opening day and the conditions out there are crap. I found this painting stumbling through the interweb sometime over the summer and I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to share it. I think now's a good time. This painting is my love for polar bears, snow and art combined so naturally I absolutely love it, but I'm an idiot and didn't make note of where it came from, so I have no idea who I'm supposed to give credit for the happiness it brings me which makes me sad. How's that for irony. Anywho, a big thank you is in order to the random artist who made this (Rlusaver?) ..and I'm sorry I don't know you. Sincerely, your admirer.chameleonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10384270176040030286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749893497171796162.post-77803422452440920102011-11-22T14:23:00.001-08:002011-11-22T14:27:34.822-08:00This is how you snowboard.<div><p>One of my kids from todays level 1 class. </p>
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Okay so I guess I didn't throw myself this time. In fact I've spent quite some time tip toe-ing around this situation. But then suddenly I tripped, possibly on a few bottles of booze, and I just went lunging forward. It's typical for thrown objects to eventually hit the ground, it's physics. But I've been thrown hard, and I feel like I'm still shooting through the air right into outer fuckin space. I'm seconds away from getting lost out here, losing direction, losing my mind (hey, maybe it's in this black hole) it's different this time though. My eyes are still closed, fingers fidgety, heart pounding, and occasionally gasping for air, but only because I'm laughing. Hard. Because you're so. fucking. hilarious. If I drank milk it'd be it'd be squirting out my nose, but I'm lactose intolerant so luckily I dodged that nerdy bullet. Always anticipating the next time, not regretting the seconds, the minutes, the days that slip by, I hope it lasts for as long as it's potential. I'm floating out here, but eventually I'll cross back through into the atmosphere, I'll be a victim to gravity once more, and once more without a goddamn parachute, I'll most likely fall hard, and uh..I hate to break it to you, but you will most likely too.chameleonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10384270176040030286noreply@blogger.com0