Dots, stripes, what have you

A study in shape and texture.

"Along the dots"

Antigravity

When I was in high school, I was a reluctant private art lesson attendee. The portion I did look forward to, though was whipping out the watercolor paper! I loved watching the colors slowly spread and blend into each other. I got just as excited when acrylic paint dripped down the canvas. Unfortunately, being an undevoted and somewhat disrespectful art student, I never quite mastered either medium...

"Antigravity"

Aha!

Being on vacation feels so nice! Sleeping in, eating out, strolling around... such a lovely, languid pace. This also means I have some more time to accumulate new ski ideas. Hoping for some "aha!" moments in the coming days. 

Q

"Aha!"

 

For the love of books

When I was an undergrad, the only time I ventured into the library was to take photos of books. I was obsessed with capturing the look and feel of old book covers, especially those with faded gold letters. Finding the perfect book was an adventure! I amassed a sizable collection of macro-style photos of books from all angles, and I would obsess over and edit them for hours. I definitely spent more time capturing pictures of books than actually reading them! Ha, all those tuition dollars put to good use. 

Anyway, these skis feature a sample of some of my photos, altered to look less real (the idea of realistic images on skis seems very cheesy and uncool to me).

"Brett"

By the way, I feel compelled to say that I find reading books just as enjoyable as photographing them. :P

Also, on kind of related note, I'm only one shelf exam away from SPRING BREAK!!! Thus, my updates this next week will probably be more sporadic. Maybe I'll finally finish reading a novel.

Have a great weekend!

Sore loser

Last year, I was the champion of my fantasy basketball league. When I first started playing fantasy sports, I scoffed at the idea of deriving any sort of pleasure from winning a cartoon trophy. After tasting victory, I understood. And I wanted more. This year, I came sooo close to making it to the final round -- I'm particularly bitter because I lost based on free throw percentage: 0.802 to 0.803. Plus, my opponent stole my winning strategy from the year before. 

Here is a graphic expression of my sore loser-ness: 

"Basketball tears"