11 paradojas del Grafic Desing11 paradojas del Grafic Desing6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
En los siguientes párrafos, leeremos toda una serie de paradojas.
1) No hay tal cosa como malos clientes: sólo malos diseñadores.
A nosotros nos encanta culpar a nuestros clientes por un trabajo pobre. Cuando los proyectos se vuelven amargos, siempre es la culpa del cliente -- nunca nuestra --. Por supuesto que hay malos clientes. Pero diseñadores tratándolos mal usualmente los convierten en malos clientes. Como diseñadores, terminamos con los clientes que merecemos.
2) La mejor forma de aprender a ser un mejor diseñador gráfico es convertirse en cliente.
En las pocas ocasiones en que he pagado por un diseño gráfico, he aprendido más sobre ser un diseñador que en cualquier otra cosa que haya hecho. Es sólo al encomendar a otros diseñadores que descubrimos que muchos de nosotros no somos muy buenos en articular lo que hacemos o cómo trabajamos. Para muchos clientes, l
Consejos vs el estancamientoConsejos vs el estancamiento6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Consejos para evitar el estancamiento artístico
He visto ultimamente como personas se han quedado estancadas , y en verdad , me da mucha lástima. He notado que estas personas tienen algunas características en común , puedo mencionar:
*Miedo al cambio
*No aceptan que estan estancados
*Siempre hacen las cosas de igual manera
*Jamás experimentan algo nuevo.
Recuerdo que , hace algunos años atrás, personas dibujaban a mi mismo nivel y luego yo los sobrepase , y estas personas, no echaron ni para atrás ni para adelante. También , hay personas que me superaron bastante y las admiro por eso , y , siempre , los apoyo para que se adelanten más que yo. Por eso , decidí darles algunos consejos para personas que estan "estacandas artisticamente".
Si te sientes "estancado artisticamente" , bien por ti. Estás en el primer paso del cambio , porque
Bleach - TouchTouchBleach - Touch8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Orihime looked around and felt safe seeing that she was alone in the room. Breathing a bit more freely, the girl sat back on the pure white sofa she'd been given and looked up at the ceiling. How long would she be in here? She wondered, her mind drifting over to her friends and Ichigo. What were they doing? Were they looking for her? What would they say when they found out she was in Hueco Mundo with Aizen? What was going to happen to her?
So many questions were running around in her head and she didn't know how to answer any of them. Sighing, she moved her gaze to her hands and began to move her fingers around each other. Perhaps, if she occupied herself, time would pass by quickly and she'd be able to go back to her small apartment.
Her attention quickly moved over to the door when she heard the door opening. Her heart began beating faster and her breathing had now decreased. Who was it? She wondered, her eyes searching the edge of the door to see who the intruder was.
Consejos para designersConsejos para designers6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
10 cosas que no te enseñan en tu escuela de diseño
El paso del mundo académico al laboral es siempre difícil, particularmente para quienes trabajamos en el campo del diseño porque nos vemos obligados a aprender las condiciones en las que se trabaja sobre la marcha.
Este post recoge 10 cosas que habitualmente no te enseñan pero deberías saber para dar el salto al mundo profesional.
1. Tu diploma no te ayuda a encontrar trabajo
Pero tu portafolio sí. Por supuesto que es bueno tener una educación en diseño y un título que lo pruebe, pero cuando se trata de obtener dinero de tus clientes ellos quieren ver de lo que eres capaz, no un diploma.
2. El buen diseño lleva tiempo, no fijar fechas límites muy ajustadas
Cuando estás en la escuela de diseño los profesores fijan las fechas de entrega de los trabajos y tratan de darte el tiempo suficiente. Tu jefe o tu cliente no serán como tu profesore
20 Preguntas para tus clientes20 Preguntas para tus clientes6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Antes de iniciar cualquier proyecto es esencial obtener información preliminar de sus clientes. Esto ayudará a allanar el camino para el éxito del proyecto y ayudar a la visión del cliente.
Muchas de las preguntas que figuran a continuación también pueden ayudar en la elaboración de un presupuesto para su cliente. Cosas como los plazos, utilización, etc deberían tenerse en cuenta en los precios.
Desde mi punto de vista principalmente en el diseño de logotipos es, conseguir información preliminar para construir satisfactoriamente el nuevo proyecto. Asimismo, muchas de estas preguntas se pueden aplicar a otras formas de diseño, así que siéntete libre de integrarla en tus preguntas para diversas ramas del diseño.
* CUESTIONES RELACIONADAS CON LA EMPRESA *
1 - ¿Cómo describiría sus servicios y / o productos?
2 - ¿Cuáles son las metas a largo p
Entertain Us.82-Entertain Us.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that was that.
You were my bittersweet symphony,
the sweet poison in my chocolate.
and i loved you.
I loved you so fucking much.
annie was my favourite film
when i was a child.
But when I put it on for you,
you laughed at me.
and when annie sang that
(the sun will come out tomorrow)
you simply switched off the video,
(there's no such thing as tomorrow)
+ you left the room and played nirvana instead.
you were 5.7 when you started year 1.
and you were always quiet at school.
you were the whisper in the classroom. the shove in the corridor.
None of them k
The Story of Eros and Psyche This is the story of Eros and PsycheThe Story of Eros and Psyche9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(and of course there's a mother-in-law)Aphrodite.
Eros and Aphrodite?
Psyche was Psyche,
That's all that she could be.
Aphrodite was jealous and angry, it's true,
For the people of the land said,
"She's much prettier than you!"
Psyche had such beauty and grace,
There wasn't a single mar on her face.
As she walked through the streets
In the latest of fashions!!
And from high, high above,
Aphrodite was making loud thunder crashes!!!
So Aphrodite sent Eros to find Psyche you see;
One shot from his arrow and Psyche would be
In love with the ugliest and mo
Half-opened Gates.Memories live in a bittersweet graveyard, they say. One procession, with joyfully mournful hymns, with prayers and with tears. And then its time to kiss the grave goodbye. Its time to release the pure-black balloon and let the wind carry it far from your reach.Half-opened Gates.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(that's just the way its supposed to be.)
When you put the past behind, you can begin to hand-build a paradise.
(on the edge of a road.)
holding life close, breathing on cherished time.
And thats what we did, me and you.
Flowery dresses, mingled perfumes and giggles.
(mockingbirds in the wind.)
But I lied when I told you I had shut the gates of the graveyard.
And sometimes I slip in.
And when I put my hand on the graves, I can feel something faint- almost like a heartbeat.
(how do you bury something that isnt dead yet?)
You laugh your vanilla laugh.
Childhood memories are nothing to be afraid of, you tell me. Coffee flavoured tobacco in a rainbow sky, goodnight kisses and innocent sunsets under
Dear coke can.Dear coke can,Dear coke can.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Youre the only thing that remains consistent in my life.
You sit on my desk and stare.
You know, sometimes I think youre lucky.
If I sat on a shelf all day, people would pick on me.
Then again, I dont think Id be a very nice drink.
And I cant see a diet me.
Its an odd thought.
Dear coke can,
I cant believe youre still there.
How the hell can you stand having to watch us all day?
Being forced to overlook us humans and not having the power to shout at us?
No, maybe youre not so lucky.
But still, at least people like you.
At least theres a sugar-free version of you.
Dear coke can,
Youre way past your sell-date.
So am I, I just dont have the evidence on my body, unlike yourself.
Youre worth exactly 97p. To buy you, people have to look at you.
Whats that like, coke can?
Having people touch you?
Having people know its a diet you.
Dear coke can,
I wonder if anyone has drunk y
I Can'tI can't stand the pain. We have to heal; ignore it.I Can't7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't take the pressure. We have to deal with it; move on.
I can't keep up this image. We have to let it go; keep going.
I can't maintain this relationship. We have to talk more.
I can't stay happy much longer. We have to stay optimistic.
I can't do this anymore. We have to get through together.
Detriment to MyselfI'm a detriment to myself,Detriment to Myself7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A poison in my veins,
A danger to my health.
I don't understand why I do the things I do
Or say the things I say,
Any will I have just slips away.
I give into my sins then cry as Satan grins.
No one knows the secrets I hide
But I see them ever before my eyes.
My life's a game and I play it well,
Hiding my feelings so no one can tell
The things I've done and the way I run
When I should stay and stand
Trusting in God for a hand.
The taste of my tears reminds me of my fears,
Every drop that falls bleeds inside
As I slowly and silently die.
Suffocating, but no one knows
Because I only let them see what I show.
My reasoning is right but my heart is torn.
I know, Lord, you knew me before I was born
But half of my heart goes east and the other west.
It's so hard to trust that you know best.
Don't leave me now,
I can't breathe without you,
I don't know how.
July Rain.What if the sun began to cry?July Rain.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would every cloud then want to shine?
And December warmth soothed the streets?
While July clouds spat hail at our feet?
What if the night stars said goodbye?
Could you watch them wilt and die?
What if the trees lost their place?
Silenced and gone without a trace.
What if the dawn just never came?
And our life was a childs game?
What if your smile still needed mine?
Do you think our love could wait a while?
Dear PeopleDear Nobody,Dear People7 years ago in Other More Like This
Remember that you are somebody.
Remember that you can succeed.
Remember that you have been gifted with looks that others envy, but you are still equal.
Remember that you are just as good as anyone around you.
Remember that you are still you, no matter what other people think.
Remember that friendship and acceptance is a reason to live.
Remember to spread the love to everyone, no matter who they may be.
Remember that you can make a difference.
We are all different,
Yet we are the same.
We are all individuals with something to give,
Yet in the end we all have the same goal.
And to be loved.
A Pessimist's Tears.i-A Pessimist's Tears.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all sat crowded around the table. Everything is good in retrospect, you said. I just laughed and called you a pessimist. I thought you werent willing to be happy- not even with memories.
When the sun came out, the children all ran outside to play in their shorts. You snorted and said they would freeze; the sun was just an illusion. I raised an eyebrow and shoved you outside into the warmth. But you were right. It was cold.
When the rain came spitting down, pretty little puddles scattered the park. The worms got trapped in those puddles, so I rescued them. As soon as I put them on the soil, you would stamp on them and laugh at their broken bodies. I wouldnt speak to you, even after you said you were sorry.
Then the snow covered the world, and all we could see was pure white. Everyone screamed with joy, but only you realised that the snow wouldnt last. You warned us all not to go outside and play with the snow, but no one listened. So the
Forgotten Love.They began as one.Forgotten Love.6 years ago in Open More Like This
And roses exchanged.
They whispered solemn hopes.
promised each other all eternity.
The day they entwined,
The sun watched with the moon,
And whispered tender words,
Til with dawn came rest.
And on the day of tender human.
Flesh, salt, blood, tears.
Their love burned through pain,
Screams reassured by hope.
Til the cherub smile shone.
And all was well, laughter and games.
Then time caught up.
Hope was limited, regret was in the air.
Offspring rebelled, and their world was shattered.
So they caught the world and split it into two.
To live forbidden lives of tortured love.
For guilt is stronger than love,
Yet blood flows stronger than hate.
WishI wish that you were here,Wish6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to hold me tight
and tell me that it wasn't a waste of money,
and that I should keep trying.
I wish you could be around,
to say that I'm not a failure
and to calmly say in my ear,
don't give up.
I wish you could remark on the fact
that I'm not failing my weakest subjects,
and that it's really just an illusion
that's playing tricks with my mind.
I wish that you were sitting by my side,
to stop the tears running down my face,
and to help me forget about the pain from the ill
that's wreaking havoc upon me.
I wish that you could be my little angel
always there for me when i need you,
there to keep telling me
I don't need everything to be perfect.
But wishes...don't always come true.
Ransom noteThis is a ransom note.Ransom note5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It fell beneath the rotting old stairwell,
From your sealed red lips,
Which by now,
Have begun to crumble.
This is a ransom note.
Chock full of the sweet taste,
Of roasted almonds on your tongue,
And golden honey sliding gently,
Down your throat.
This a ransom note.
Your smooth auburn hair,
Floats down around my neck,
And that ruffled orange skirt,
Waltzes in your stead.
This is a ransom note.
All I ask is that you open your eyes,
Soft as the yellow sun,
And take your hand in mine,
But don't let go.
Drawing a MoonI wanted to draw a moon,Drawing a Moon9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A perfect white circle
With darkness all around it.
If I could just get inside
That perfect white circle,
I'd be safe
From the darkness.
It had to be just right.
So I took a pencil,
Put it against paper,
And drew a circle.
I could make it work.
But the circle was skewed
And the white was smudged.
It wasn't right.
But I kept up hope
And colored in
The surrounding darkness.
Too much of the darkness
Was spilling through the lines
Of the circle,
Too much to be erased.
It wasn't right.
So with dismay
And a crushed spirit,
I took my ruined moon.
To the edge of an ocean
And threw it to the wind.
I watched it sink
Before I turned away
And trudged back home.
The pencils and paper
Were put away
In a dusty drawer.
To forget about it,
But the memories remained,
As memories tend to do.
So I thought and prayed
About what was right....
What was right
Time has passed,
Feelings have changed,
Wisdom has grown.
How to Flush a French ToiletHow to flush a French ToiletHow to Flush a French Toilet9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
(Comment tirer un chase deau Francais)
If you, the American, ever travel to France, never ask where the bathroom is because French bathrooms are entirely different from American bathrooms. Ou est la salle de bain? would lead you directly to a room with a bathtub and a sink. Never ask for the salle de bain, say instead, Ou sont les toilettes? La toilette is in its own special room along with nothing else except for papier hygiénique, toilet paper. Rien, nothing. No magazines, no sink, just une toilette.
The first thing the American needs to know about French toilets is that they may look exactly like American toilets. Do not let this fool you. Toilets are dirty creatures full of, nevermind.
At first glance, the French toilet is the same as the American toilet. It has a lid and a seat, very familia
April 2--Even ThereCoffee shops, or crowded streets,April 2--Even There5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smoky rooms or airplane seats,
Side by side or paths uncrossed--
Can I help it? I feel lost.
I may take a train today,
Arrive quite safe, or lose my way;
I may sit still in empty wood,
And feel a chilling of my blood.
I may sit at hearth and home,
Friends drawn nigh, for here I've come.
But God, my stomach twists like so:
I feel I've gone where you don't go.
Before a crowd, or on my own,
I feel abandoned and alone:
My heart, it shies when bid go on,
And I arrive, but you have gone.
I wrap myself in dark of night
And let your form slip out of sight,
And mist and woods and yellow moon
Will stifle all my words here soon.
The sun beats down! A door bell rings.
The traffic roars, the quartet sings.
But here I am, looking for God,
Forced to watch and to applaud.
The world performs before my eyes
And will not hear my lonely sighs.
A mem'ry turns me cold again:
It starts to stir from deep within....
Till from behind your arms slip round,
And suddenly, I have b
Lock Picks and RocksWe broke into the old apartmentLock Picks and Rocks6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to look for things we'd lost when moving on
and moving out, across the street
and sixteen cities South. I tried to take
the poems from the windows but memories
are more permanent than marker. Mornings
seemed longer when sunrise wrote words
on bare walls and bare skin, or when
I traced end-rhymes and metaphors into the curve
of your hips.
These days we don't sleep.
and I couldn't find them; instead
we found furniture that spelled apathy
and wrong words on right angles, organized
and dead. They painted over
our names curled above the bedroom, they washed
the windows with writer's block and fixed the draft
that we'd called Dennis. They crafted locks
to keep out the mystery of movement.
and please, understand yourselves,
learn that white walls and black thoughts
are another portrait that ages
when you do not, and surely
there are other ways
to know peace than
quiet and clean.
When we drove home we trailed kite string
from the broken window, and signed our na
ListenerTheres a fine line between insanity and dedication. It may not be as noticeable as most of us think but its there, for all of us to walk at one point or another. Some of us spend all our time walking it, others just a bit, but we all have and we all probably will find ourselves straddling that same line again, and againListener7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I spend a lot of my time thinking, what am I going to be? Who am I going to become? Who will I know? What will I do? Who will change my life? Where will I be? Filling my head, spilling over and falling, falling to the ground somewhere beneath my feet. Sometimes it feels like the questions will never stop coming. Sometimes it feels like its about time they all end. Some of those questions I have already answered yet every single one remains a mystery that takes a lot of time, and effort to determine. Where they will be, who they may become, its all balanced on that unthinkable tangent that will simply shift, if th
Not Like the BooksI hate those booksNot Like the Books7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That are long and important and meaningful,
That shed light on how little we know one another
And what a beautiful lie love is.
The ones where a couple, maybe flush, blushing newlyweds,
Sip coffee together before work
And have a mundane conversation about the dry cleaning.
One half will mention it, in passing of course,
Because how simple and insignificant dry cleaning is to the world,
And after four paragraphs of introspection and hollowed out hearts
And anecdotes about legless grasshoppers causing childhood tears,
The other half of the couple answers, Yes,
And weve forgotten there was a question.
Theres the ignorance, and the distance.
If I dont know you
If I dont know you inside out,
I would venture to say its because you dont know you,
So how could I be doing worse?
At a bare minimum, I dont know myself inside out.
I lead myself through hints and scavenger hunts of motivations and memories
And I hope my mouth
Pettal of PoisonGossip is a poisonPettal of Poison5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And humanity is its
And as you know,
Seeds start small,
But they grow
As mistakes grow,
And as distortions grow,
And as gossip grows.
Until it's repetitive
Like an imperative
Root of a flower
Making up its
But gossip is
Only a flower
In the field