Idea behind (skid_concept)

By definition...

Main Entry: 1skid
Pronunciation: \skid\
Function: noun, verb
Etymology: perhaps of Scandinavian origin; akin to Old Norse skīth "stick of wood"
Date: circa 1610

1: one of a group of objects (as planks or logs) used to support or elevate a structure or object
2: to apply a brake or skid to : slow or halt by a skid

I could take a couple of different perspectives on this idea. One being, my ideas are used to support and progess something towards bettering itself. Two, I apply a break to myself. Acting without or before thinking only brings unecessary complexity and consequences. Or it could just be a simple play on my name...
sheldon kazmarski design concept

Insight.

I'm a moderately expressed extrovert, who thinks outloud. I like to expand upon my emotions. I'm fatigued by a lack of stimulation. I live life to understand it. I am an idealist. A conceptualist. I match my artistic style to French Art Nuveau. I share an afinity for flat dynamic silhouettes, with subtle accents. I have a love for drawing. I never start a project without fully sketching out my ideas.

I visualize the completed elements as awhole through use of my imagination. Before whn I studied architecture I didall of my drawings by hand. It is said that there are some thigns a computer cando better than the hand. I believe it is the other way around. Hand drawings are beautiful and bring line to life. A new element is added to the picture, human vulnerability in making mistakes.



Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Identity: Project Notes

Personal:

1.) What do you do that makes you feel worthy?
Nothing...worthy of what? Praise? I try hard...artistic ideas come easy to me. Love? From who? Love from the girl I want to be with? Nothing at all and everything at the same time. That is the difference. Love from my parents? I'm their son. An ok son. Not a great one by my standards, maybe theirs. Am I entitled to theit lvoe because I am their son? There are more things that I feel I am entitled to. I am entitled to life life to the fullest. Happiness.

What makes you laugh?
a great commercial. A clever quip. a funny comment. The Geico lizard. The e-trade baby. Samuel L. Jackson because he always yells.

What embarresses you?
Nothing. Well awkward situations.

What infuriates you?
Dumb questions. Fake people. People on cell phones whil in a store. Loud people. People who don't shut up. Random people. Florida. Some memories of my childhood. ignorant people. Cheap rich people. I could on.

What thrills you?
Hiking. Adventure. The thought of adventure.

What comforts you?
A good conversation with a close friend. a cegarette and beer. A hug. Playing the piano. A night at home. The look on my dogs face when she sees me come home at the end of the day. Hearing "I love you" from someone who means it. Sunny days outside.

What mkes you sad?
Not fulfilling my dreams. IF my Dad passed away. Going to work. The fact that I want to see someone special and I can't. Failing. A touching moment in a movie or song.

2.) Transpersonal
Family: Soon, step brother, grandson, nephew, cousing, blood brother, best friend.
Gender: Male
Education: A sixth year senior
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Nationhood: American by birth but no real patriotism
Neighborhood: Uppermiddle class
Race: Human, White
Body Type: Semi athletic/tall/ muscular
Prefered leisure activity: Hiking, chilling
Religious affiliation: Southern Baptist
State of health: got a couple of extra pounds on/ mentally sane
Economic status: fortunate

3.) Context

4.) Home
Feel the most at home at my workplace. Been there almost ten years. Camping around a fire int he woods.

5.) Material
I'm simple. I like what I like. Don't like what I don't like. Buy impulsively sometimes. I dress iin clothes I feel comfortable in. I buy clothes that I think I will always feel comfortable in. Buy food because I need to eat. Sometiimes I treat myself and eat something I wouldn't normaly eat.

6.) Refelcted

7.) Abiding Images
Parents Divorcing.
Being an architecture student.
My last relationship.
Hiking for the first time.
First love.
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