Hatet Från Helvetet*
Band logo patch by Ave Slava. Pretty neat, actually. Don’t know the band. Hope they’re good. Doesn’t matter.
*“the hate from hell”
Source: shapeshifting
Skull Kid Attacks Mayor (w.i.p.)
Just a little something to enjoy myself for the evening.
God dammit. Why didn’t Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford hook up and become the one true pair of lovers of our time? Just look at them!
Oh my glob!
(via barnaclelapse)
Source: boyversusocean
Jason Segel
Because awesomeness. Also, I just found out he’s not even forty, which somehow was a bit shocking.
(Photograph by Martin Schoeller.)
simini sketches: Digital Art Supplies!
chriswahlartbrushes.blogspot.com/
I downloaded these brushes a couple months ago and they are great! Lots of good textures, and the Oil brush is my favorite. And then I wanted to share fun, but I’de forgotten the link. But I finally found it again! Huzzah!
Also… if you haven’t heard of …
I’m trying them out right now, and they seem just great. Fantastic find!
Source: siminiblocker
Centralgrillen (1977).
Happy Afternoon Caterpillar Ride
Let’s just try to end this day on a confused cheery note.
Anyone’s Bitch
After I’ve completed the assignment, he tells me he can’t pay that much. He’s a bit short on cash, waiting for his own clients to come around. Maybe on Thursday, he’ll know how much he can pay.
He says, the last batch of work weren’t nearly this expensive. I tell him, we had a different deal then. We agreed on a price and it didn’t matter how many hours I put into it. This time we agreed on an hourly charge, and every time he has called with more changes, another hour were added to the bill. But no, he can’t let a sketch assignment rake up this cost. It’s unreasonable.
I tell him he would never try haggling the price – after the work is done – with another company. He only does it with me, because I’m not a real business person. He says, well, there can be some negotiation when you place large orders. You can get a better price. I say sure, but you’d never place such orders with me. But I’ve got more work for you, he says. That would be a reason to lower the price, knowing you’ll get more work. I say sure, but how do I know when that is? Next month, or next winter?
But I have already lost. My spirit wanes. I’m sitting on all the files, the overview and all the sketches and blueprints, and something forbids me to tell him that I’m all he’s got.
I could say, sure, take your business elsewhere, find a design student to do your future models and blueprints for you. Let them start from scratch, with nothing, and learn by trial and error, by trying and failing and trying and failing a little bit better. That sure won’t cost anything.
Or you can take it to a professional engineer for three times the price.
But I don’t say anything. Because it seems heartless. And because I don’t have another big client begging me to work for them. Because I’m not in a position to turn anyone down.
So I let him humiliate me. I let him explain how I’m being unreasonable, and that I need to learn proper business practice. I propose to withdraw the cost of rendering time. And, I’ll let him pay later than what’s stated on my invoice. And, I’ll be open for discussion about the next project.
Because it’s true, I’m not a business person. I have no spine. I never figured out how to win arguments. Anyone can make me do anything for nothing.
Different air today
Every year when I recognize the shift in temperature, humidity, the angle of the sun… or something… That moment when you realize that the change of season has taken place, every year, I sense the idea that there’s a certain… opening, a glimpse, the sketch for something yet unseen, a promise or maybe just a suggestion. Every spring is another chance to save this god damned ugly terrible world.
Back in the factory. Endless work. Numbers whirl around. Ears swamped with old tunes and itunes. Want to sleep, but need to finish this to get paid. Be a true grinder. Choke down that crap sandwich. Smile and keep going. Soon. Soon.
Sculder
It’s just fotoshoppin’, but damn I still miss them sometimes.
Häradsvägen
Not completely artificial beauty. But close. Still, retelling a story in a slightly wonky way can give it a certain… tension? Quirkiness? Unheimlichkeit? I’ll just leave you here watching the morning sun.
Don’t know purpose or source, but I like the sense of “night at the factory.”
Source: shapeshifting











