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
My Letter to AnaMy Letter to Ana10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Letter to Ana
You've mastered the art of trickery.
And now it's time to pass it on.
Lure her in and create a haven,
A place to control, you call her own.
Whittle her frame down,
Make it appear as pure innocence.
Suck up her fame and attention.
And replace the emptiness with your own.
You must enjoy her deathly figure,
You smile at her decaying corpse.
Twist the image in the mirror,
To make her crave for more and more.
You whisper secrets,
Of deceiving thoughts and lies.
You clear many paths for her to fall upon,
When you've taken away those once put to save.
Desperate for control,
Capture her life and squeeze it away.
Until her last breath is breathed in your lungs,
Refreshed to start again with the solid figure across the room.
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
Frerard-The Soap OperaFRERARD: THE SOAP OPERA!!!!Frerard-The Soap Opera8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a dark and stormy night on the My Chemical Romance tour bus. Actually, it was a dark and story night OUTISDE of the My Chemical Romance tour bus. Thankfully, there were no leaks or weather-making devices in the bus itself, so Bob, Ray, Mikey, Frank, and Gerard were quite dry, but the fact remained that outside of their cramped quarters, it was raining cats and dogs (but not men, to the disappointment of thousands of straight/bi girls and gay/bi guys) and the thunder was loud enough to put chainsaws to shame. By the time the sun set, or would have set if it had not already been invisible behind the dark clouds, thousands of chain saws everywhere had surrendered to their inferiority complexes and committed suicide after particularly loud blasts of thunder. But of course, MCR was too occupied with their own lives to notice. Or were they ?
A scream pierced the night or did it?
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] CH12 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
We All Scream For Ice Cream"Vanilla is way better, dude."We All Scream For Ice Cream8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"No way, chocolate is the king of ice cream."
"Strawberry owns all of the other flavors."
Mikey, Bob, and Ray argued back and forth while walking back from the ice cream shop to their bus. Gerard and Frank didn't participate, too preoccupied with their own ice cream to care about the conflict. The band had stopped at a large rest area to give the bus driver a break from the road, and there just so happened to be a Baskin Robins beside it.
They finally arrived to where their bus was parked, Bob and Ray hopping in. Mikey followed soon after, still arguing about which ice cream flavor was better.
"We've been on that bus for days now. I'm staying out here." Frank said, finishing off the last of his ice cream sandwich. Gerard agreed, leaning his back against the side of the bus and kept on licking away at his vanilla ice cream cone. It was about 2:00 in the afternoon, the sun still pretty high in the sky. A few grey clouds threatened to overthrow the suns supr
Your PoemOn the twentieth day of July 69,Your Poem10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the first time in history,
The moon landed on a man.
The first time such move had been attempted by a celestial body,
A great feat of precision,
Didn't crush the man at all.
You see, we see things from our eyes,
And everyone knows our eyes see upside down.
Or is that the right way up?
I could tell you about walking through deserts,
The beauty of running water, of rain,
You'd be thinking of TV shows.
When was the last time you were challenged,
Walked away from a conversation stunned.
Who are you listening to, me or yourself?
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Is meaning in the eye of the reader?
More importantly, are you reading this upside down?
Every word you read is yours,
Make your own sentences,
Take your own morals.
And even though I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do,
Look within other people,
You'll see yourself.
Find out what you are,
Where you are headed.
Find your own moon and land on it.
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
The White Parade: I of VIChapter I: The Patient(s)The White Parade: I of VI8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They call him The Patient.
No one is really sure what his real name is, save the doctors and nurses who treat him, I guess—but really, what sort of shitty general nickname is “The Patient” in a place like this? This hospital is full of patients—most of them running out of patience for their diseases and the treatments that are supposed to help them. But somehow… It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to, or who is talking to you; say “The Patient” with the right amount of inflection and people automatically know. It doesn’t matter how they know—they just do.
It isn’t that he’s remarkable in any way. He’s tall, thin—the thinness in him probably more from his treatments than his diet or lack thereof. His hair is so blonde that in some lights people must think that it’s white, or that he doesn’t have any. There is the possibility that some
Spain X Reader- CuddlingSpain X Reader- Cuddling3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was Friday and you waited patiently for your Spanish boyfriend, Antonio. Ever since he confessed his huge love to you, every Friday he would come to your house to spend every single bit of his time with you. You two would watch movies, cook and other entertaining stuffs. You loved the dark haired guy very much and you woud go on a killing rampage if some girl would stole him, but of course that was just a joke that you used to show your love.
You heard a knock on the door and went over to open it. It was Antonio with a very happy grin on his face. The way he smiled brighted your days and melted your heart on the plate of heaven.
"Hello there, mi amor!~" he said and kissed you sweet and soft on the lips, making you blush a light pink.
"Hi there, Tony. I thought you wouldn't come." you said with a smirk. He made a dramatic gasp and got on one of his knees.
"I would never do such thing. Leave the love of my life all alone on a beautiful Friday night." then he kissed you on the back of
To See Without EyesTo See Without Eyes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To See Without Eyes
Anticipation set in as she gripped Parker's hand. She swallowed hard. She was prepared for this.
"Where are you taking me?" Parker snickered lightly.
"We're already here," Scarlett said, releasing the pocket of air in her lungs. "I want to show you something."
"Good luck with that," Parker's excitement collapsed inward, creating a mound of dirt in his stomach, "Unless you found a way to cure this nightmare."
Although he hadn't asked for it, nor did he do anything to deserve it, Parker was born incurable. He was blind. The most he could distinguish was if a light in the room lingered, but even that might as well have been omitted. The corner of Scarlett's mouth turned upward remorsefully. She spoke in a hushed tone as she turned the doorknob.
"Almost," she said as she steered him towards a nearby empty classroom. "Have you ever tried painting?" She asked him with careful wording as to not damage his feelings.
"How can I paint when I can't even see the light of day?"
Because I Love You - ItaSasuItachi couldnt describe the little bundle his mother was currently holding. It was small and peach-colored with tiny tufts of dark hair on the head. He was told it was his little brother. He got closer to examine the little creature, marveling at how small and delicate he looked.Because I Love You - ItaSasu7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He gently poked the babys forehead. His mother gave him a look. Sweetie, dont do that, she said sternly, cuddling his brother closer to her chest.
Itachi pouted and sat back, watching as his mother cooed and coddled his new brother. He couldnt remember her ever doing that to him. Then again, his father had started training him at a young age. He wasnt allowed to feel emotions if he was to become a powerful ninja. He wanted to say his brother was cute, but his ninja training prevented him from saying so.
Whats his name? he finally asked.
Mikoto blinked and smiled at him. Sasuke.
Sasuke, Itachi repeated, cocking his head to the s
Dear PeopleDear Nobody,Dear People6 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.
LoK - Amon's Revolution / / Rp PostLoK - Amon's Revolution / / Rp Post2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Standing in his dimly candle lit room at the end of the hall way so many had learned to fear, stood the man in the mask that men feared more than just some crummy hall way, the man with the evil touch, the man that could manoeuvre around anything and everything you threw at him... the man that could take your bnding away forever. Yes, that man that was formally known as Amon stood silently, his slate grey eyes gleaming with antisipation and an eerie smile hidding under the facialy painted mask. A plot was running through his head as he stood there, one that was being prepared to launch at this very moment, his Chii- Blockers getting equiped and ready to attack, loading up their trucks, and taking all the tools they'd need to keep benders down and out.
Sighing lightly, the masked man turned in one movement on his heel to face the door. With strong, yet quiet footsteps, Amon advanced through the open door, that seemed to coincidentaly shut as soon as he exited the room. He made his way d
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.
Gone with Lin Chapter FiveGone with Lin Chapter Five3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It's ok mommy, It'll be alright." Lin cooed to her mother like Toph had done to her. Lin stroked her mother's black, messy hair. Toph laid still, her face still wet with tears. Lin held onto her mother as tight as she could.
"Mommy, Sokka will save us. Aang and Katara too!" She said with surprising enthusiasm. Toph slowly sat up, pulling Lin into her lap.
"I love you Lin, no matter what happens, don't forget that." Toph spoke, her voice rasped. She was the legendary Bei Fong, who invented metal bending. She wasn't going to let being raped put her down. She had to protect Lin from these men. She was already sick and her little body won't be able to handle much more.
"Lin...did those men hurt you when I was still in here?" Toph stroked the girl's hair soothingly. It helped soothe Toph's own nerves, knowing that she was there with her and alive.
"No... He let me sit on the sofa and watch TV." Lin smiled, he had been nice to her. "He let me have some chocolate." She looked up at her mothe
Liquor Tactics - APH"So... this seems to be working for you?"Liquor Tactics - APH6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Da. The siege on Smolensk worked- it is ours now."
"Glückwünsche, Herr Braginsky."
Gilbert dragged his fingertips across the crystal glass rim of his glass in a slow, circular motion.
"I only know a few words of German, дорогой."
The albino couldn't help a small smirk as it slid across his face to rest at his mouth, his free arm shifting up so that he could rest his chin on his palm, fingertips resting against his jawline. "Ja? I said 'congratulations'." He always liked having to translate for the larger blonde- it was roughly satisfying, despite how small the victory really was.
Ivan pursed his lips. "Thank you, Gilbert."
"Trubetskoy... how confident are you in him?" The informed Prussian leaned forward just a bit more, fingers slipping lower into his glass to dip into the fluid within. "Hnh. Idiot barkeep never keeps his beer cold enough." Gilbert shifted his index finger to his mouth, drag
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
JAEHO You Don't Know - Chap1"God, Yunho! What is your problem?"JAEHO You Don't Know - Chap18 years ago in General More Like This
"You're asking me? How can you be so dense, huh, Jaejoong?"
"What did I do this time?!!!" Jaejoong asked, roughly brushing his hair with his hand, making it fall messily over his face.
Yunho sighed exasperatedly and shook his head. "Never mind. You'll never understand."
"See? How would I ever understand if you don't tell me anything at all?" Jaejoong said, raising his voice. "All you ever do is get mad at me, walk out on me, without telling me what the problem is."
Yunho didn't reply, and turned away from him instead.
Jaejoong walked closer to Yunho, and laid a hand on his arm. "Come on, tell me what this is all about." Jaejoong have always been the comforting one in the group, and even if this gesture didn't mean much to him, it meant so much, and in a very different way to Yunho.
Again, Yunho remained silent, his back facing Jaejoong still.
Sensing that he won't be able to get anything out of his band mate, Jaejoong let go of his arm. "Alright. If
Father Take Me NowI can no longer take the pain of this worldFather Take Me Now5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My life is and will always be yours
I am at your knees begging you to comfort me
Bring me home to you Father! Bring me home!
The roller-coaster called life that I ride daily
Is spinning out of control, bobbing and weaving the tracks
My heart is racing and skipping beats
As my veins are pulsating with excitement and fear
Things ahead are all but known to me
This is horrifying and just a bit to much for me
I am sick to my stomach and my mind is full
My eyes are unable to express the feelings they need to
I want to feel the peace and comfort that you offer
I want to feel complete and not ever feel empty
Repair these wounds and help me to embrace
This world has a beauty, please help me to see
By: C Matthew Sieradzki 4-11-2010 0017