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.
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
Limits [Teacher!Levi x Student!Reader - AU] CH1You were sitting behind a table and looking at the toasts with peanut butter and jam. You couldn’t eat and it bothered you because it didn’t happen for a very long time. You loved food but this morning you weren’t able to put a bite in your mouth. You felt so nervous.Limits [Teacher!Levi x Student!Reader - AU] CH14 months ago in Romance More Like This
You looked at a clock. You had to go if you wanted to catch a bus. Your parents were already at work and you were totally alone in a new house which still wasn’t a home for you. You came here in the beginning of summer. You sighed again and stood up from table. You didn’t even touch the toasts. You felt horrible. You grabbed a bag and slowly walked out of a door.
“[FIRST NAME]!” someone shouted from the other side of the road while you were locking the door. You turned around and saw Armin, who lived in the house in front of yours. He was the only person you’d known. You waved him and ran through the road.
“Hi, Armin!” you smiled and hugged him. You were walking
How to start doin commissionsHow to start doin commissions8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Edit: This tutorial covers aspects related only to your Deviantart gallery and Deviantart Journal. It has nothing to do with the Deviantart's newly implemented points commission system. You can take commissions without using that points system on Deviantart as long as you have paypal.
WHEN IS THE BEST TIME TO START
When you have enough watchers and people interested in your art.
When you have a closely-bounded community around your work/gallery
How many is enough I can't say for sure, because it depends on the community around you and your work. Some artists can live on one patron, others need to live on millions of them.
For DA, I would say typically around 20,000-40,000 pageviews, at least 40-50 watchers on your DA is best before you start considering taking commissions, (because out of that 40-50, you may have 1 person willing to pay, a safer bet is 100 people.) however, if your gallery has explosiv
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
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
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.
The ButterfliesThe butterfliesThe Butterflies6 years ago in Open More Like This
have lost their color today
can it be
that they feel my pain
realize the saddness
in my soul
They are a mirror
of what I see
as I gaze into
Oh I do so hope
will regain their colors
the world that
for the butterflies
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
Broh Week - Day Two - ProtectionFire rained down from the sky, barely missing the head of a normally cheerful earth bender. The earth bender was far from cheerful today; his usual optimistic self was dispelled by the chaos around him.Broh Week - Day Two - Protection3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Bolin!" shouted General Iroh, running past soldiers to stand by Bolin's side. "I saw that, are you okay?"
"Don't worry about me, General," said Bolin, throwing up an earth wall just in time. A large ball of fire smashed into the wall, causing small pieces of rock to fall on their heads. Bolin was touched by Iroh's care, but their relationship could not exist right now. This was war, and they had two different roles. Bolin was in charge of protecting the generals of the United Nations Army and Iroh was in charge of directing the war. "Go win this." Bolin placed a hand on Iroh's shoulder and they shared a long look.
Be safe, said Iroh with his eyes.
I will. Bring us home.
Broh Week - Day One - ComfortPabu scrambled onto the bed and began to riffle through the covers. He found Bolin's long and fat toes, then his hands and fingers. The red ball of fuzz followed the trail of abs on Bolin's stomach until he reached his neck. Pabu looked up quickly, expecting to find Bolin's face. Instead, he was greeted by a mass of pillows.Broh Week - Day One - Comfort3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pabu gave an angry chirp, quite unhappy with the turn of events. He hopped up onto the pillow and began to lick an exposed section of Bolin's face.
"'Bu," moaned a tired Bolin, "go away." Pabu began to paw at Bolin's head, deciding a more aggressive tactic would be effective.
"What is it?" asked Bolin, now fully awake. He rubbed his sore head and watched Pabu jump to the floor. Pabu pushed a picture out from under Bolin's bed. Bolin's eyes landed on the flawless image of Iroh's face. Like always, his heart skipped a beat. "Good mornin
Esme's Isle: FinaleSome 50 Years Later .Esme's Isle: Finale6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Esme? Edwards voice was almost hesitant as he crossed the living room. I set down my pencil and smiled as he sat next to me on the sofa.
Yes? I asked.
I was wondering if Bella and I could possibly borrow your island for our honeymoon.
I couldnt help my gut reaction--the words Absolutely not! were the first things to come to mind. I shouted them at him; Edward flinched at the ferocity of my thoughts.
Isle Esme was my island--my anniversary present! It was the place Carlisle and I shared--it was ours, our own little private sanctuary. We didnt go as often as I wouldve liked--sometimes it was tricky for us to go even for our anniversary--but it was ours.
To let Edward and Bella use it, for any length of time, would be like giving it away--every kiss, every touch Carlisle and I had ever shared on the island would instantly become theirs--and that intimacy wa
Broh Week-Day Five-(Prince) Charming-Crossover"Don't touch it!" shouted three high-pitched women's voices in unison.Broh Week-Day Five-(Prince) Charming-Crossover3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The shouts and familiar voices broke Bolin out of his hypnosis. He looked over his shoulder at the three old benders running into the room, all of them out of breath. It didn't take long for him to realize what was happening. His trance had taken him up the stairs to the attic in the pro-bending training room and his fingers were hovering over the needle of a spindle. Remembering the curse, Bolin quickly took a step back, not wanting to prick his finger and fall into a deep sleep. He stepped back a little too quickly, though, because he tripped over his own feet and ended up falling.
By a stroke of bad luck, fate, or the fulfillment of a curse, Bolin fell foreword. His finger landed hard on the spindle and the needled dug deep into his skin. A drop of blood pooled over the wound, and Bolin barely had time to hold his finger up to his face t
Esme's Isle: Pt. 4Carlisle timed it just perfectly--the sun was only starting to rise when an island became visible in the distance. I stood up as I saw it, and nearly ran to the bow of the boat. I turned back around to Carlisle, who watched me, amused. I pointed to it.Esme's Isle: Pt. 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Is that where were going? I asked. Carlisle only smiled.
I guess well find out.
The island grew closer and closer--I bounced with excitement. It was absolutely beautiful--the sun reflected and sparkled on the ocean as it lapped up against the white beach. There was a short wooden dock to greet us--Carlisle expertly pulled us up beside it, and leapt out before I could. He helped me off then in a very gentlemanly fashion, and held my hand as we walked down the boardwalk.
Carlisle, I sighed pleasantly as the warm summer sun soaked into my skin, enwrapping me like a sweater, darling, where are we? This island is so gorgeous!
This, my dear, he replied, dropping
Esme's Isle: Pt 1I groaned as I threw another glance to the clock--4:36 AM and twenty nine seconds. Carlisle was late coming home, and I was getting anxious.Esme's Isle: Pt 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I feel like an idiot, I sighed, looking down at the silk lingerie Id bought last week. There really wasnt much of a point to it now; I pulled it off and put my skirt and blouse back on. I crumpled the piece up into a ball and shoved it into the corner of the closet, frustrated. Carlisle and I never got to spend any quality time together anymore.
He always worked the night shift, just when I wanted him most--when Jaspers talent was spreading lust all over the house. And then he was always on call, and because we lived in a cloudy area, he was able to go out during the day, too. Even without those factors, he was so stressed when he came home--although he found his peace at the hospital, it still seemed to drain him. Doctors really were married to their jobs.
I chuckled to myself as I came across the real reason we ne
For ToxicAngelIt was the best of times, it was the worst of--For ToxicAngel6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Grandpa? Renesmees soft voice called from the corner. I looked up and smiled as I saw her leaning against the door frame, her dark brown eyes alight with curiosity.
Her seventh year was nearly upon us, and she looked just as a healthy 18 year old should--she stood at a happy medium between Edwards and Bellas heights: about five feet seven inches; her bronze hair curled softly at her shoulders (it had taken much pleading and begging on her part to get Rosalie to cut it); her skin was a soft cream, her cheeks as bright red as they had been when she was born.
I set my book down on my desk and got up. I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I came to her side. What can I do for you, sweetheart?
She studied my paintings on the wall, her glance flickering between them and myself. We just got assigned our History midterm, and we have to write a paper about Europe in the 1700s. Ive read e
Esme 23: We IntertwinedWhere are you taking me, Carlisle? I laughed as he pulled me along, holding my fingers tightly in his.Esme 23: We Intertwined7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Youll see, he responded, turning to look over his shoulder at me. His topaz eyes gleamed with excitement and he squeezed our twined fingers. I laughed again, and stopped protesting. I would go wherever Carlisle would lead me.
The sun was shining persistently through a thin layer of clouds, and it made our pale skin reflect like diamonds; Carlisles hair seemed to glow in the early evening light.
We ran at a pace that was just slightly above a humans until Carlisle finally pulled me up to the top of a small, green hill; one big weeping willow sat a little to the left.
And right under it was a red-and-white checkered blanket. Atop it was a wicker basket.
A picnic! I laughed, surprised. I was amazed at how a trite little human activity could please me so much.
For you, my dear. And Carlisle bowed, kissing the hand he still held.
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
Harry Potter VS TwilightHARRY POTTERHarry Potter VS Twilight6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
$4,485,466,623 movie gross
400 million copies of the books worldwide, 67 languages
42 million copies of the books WORLDWIDE
37 different languages
$376,148,833 for Twilight the movie
Just for Fun, If We Divide The Numbers and do the Math, then:
Harry Potter has sold 44.4 million books per year since it was published, OR 57 million copies for each of the seven books
Twilight Has sold 15.6 million books per year since it was published OR 11.7 million copies for each of the four books
The Harry Potter Movies, rounding DOWN to 4 billion instead of the actual number above (As of Prior to The Releases of Half-blood Prince And Deathly Hallows) Have grossed 800 million each. Including worst possible scenarios, let's say HBP and DH only gross 350 mil each( as in, BOTH DH movies will only grosse 350 mil combined). that would then add to the already rounded down number of 4 billion and bringing it up to 4.7 billion. The new calculations would be (rounding
Esme's Isle: Pt 5Theres a house here? I asked as we watched the moon rise into the sky.Esme's Isle: Pt 56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Um-hum, Carlisle murmured, playing with my hair. I had a professional designer furnish it--I hope you dont mind. I didnt want you to be worrying about a home to take care of when there are other things to think of.
I laughed breathlessly as his lips caressed down my neck. Very subtle, Carlisle.
But his lips did not continue down my body as I expected--they came back up, kissing mine before leaving my skin entirely. Carlisle sat up, staring at me intently with those compassionate golden eyes Id grown to love so much. I sat up, too, and he took my hands in a gentle hold.
Happy 30th anniversary, Esme, he whispered, and I gasped.
Has it been so long already? I asked, my voice almost sad. His features tightened as he heard my distress; I laughed lightly in an effort to make him relax. I would be 56 this year,&