A post in Design Shack teaches you how to make a presentation on power point. If you follow the tips... the presentation will very well look professional-- even if you're not. I love it!
Part one here and part two here
Like I said, it's Art Direction in a nutshell. If you're still using comic sans for instance... it's so unprofessional. It's a kiddie font that you used in grade school to send emails to your friends. Using that for a presentation gets you a minus in credibility at once. Here's my favorite video about fonts here. It makes me laugh every time.
Splashing Photoshop filters left and right is just insanity. There is no form. Art doesn't have to be so cerebral like a deep dark secret hidden under each brush stroke, waiting to be revealed by the correct person like a treasure hunt. Tori Amos coined it: "What's so amazing about very deep thoughts?" A presentation is not an art gallery. If nobody understands what they are looking at... well... bye-bye audience.
I was trained under a strict Creative Director who I will always credit for the skills and maturity I have now. He made sense about art, though method of course could have had more finesse. The basic tips that Design Shack shared covers a whole spectrum of graphic design today. As simple as photographs, quick editing, point of sale artworks and layout... and many more will be way easier on the eyes. I have to point out that the distance of your eyes to your brain should describe the speed of translation from what you see to what you understand.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Generator Rex
Taking a finger off Capoeira for this post, it's a Wednesday after all.
Here's something that is obviously work related. If only imagination is what work pays for haha.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
One day I woke up holding an Orange Green Cordao
A message popped in my inbox. Instead of reposting what I've said before, I thought about My Capoeira again... one year later from the last My Capoeira post. In one year I wondered what was different from the Beju writing the article then and the yellow green talking now.
"What attracted you most to capoeira? (the fight aspect? or the cultural aspect -- meaning, the music or the dance-like, non-violent interaction? the fantastic friends? something else?)
Do you feel you are able to personally relate to this Brazilian art form? How do you bridge the gap between being a Filipino and embracing this foreign culture thru the practice of capoeira?
For those who have been to Brazil and have seen capoeira in its native habitat, do you see any differences in the way capoeira is practiced or understood or taught here in the Philippines?
Capoeira mestres always say that capoeira is a “way of life”. What does this mean to you? And if you HAVE embraced it as a way of life, in what way?
Capoeira is said to be a form of expression: during pre-revolution Brazil, it expressed subversion; afterwards, it expressed nationalism. These days it is seen as a showcase of Brazilian culture. When you practice capoeira, do you consider yourself showcasing Brazilian culture? Or do you think there is something else being expressed in your game?"
I want to fly! :) Capoeira was first introduced to me by Maori. He knew from College that I had a background in TKD and through random meetings and conversations we would talk about Martial Arts and how Capoeira has changed his life. The one time that I was convinced to actually join a class was when I saw a demo in Fete de la Musique at Podium. The big guy did a cartwheel and I knew that if he could do it, I could too. I only really wanted to learn to do a cartwheel and kick people. It sounds so shallow now, but then it naturally snowballed after that, wanting to do more, try more, read more, learn more etc etc. Meeting fantastic friends of course was a great help since because of these people, my snowball kept rolling. I think to know one part of capoeira leads you to want to know more about another aspect of it.
Being that 'Brazilian martial art', of course hit the twangs of awesome and exotic. It didn't matter to me personally since it's half a mysterious world away and as long as the group wasn't asking for blood sacrifice, it's all good. The cultural references of Capoeira unfolded to me in the years that I've been training. One thing I notice about the Filipino culture (myself included: filipino-chinese raised), is the ability to absorb anything as make it its own. Once change has been accepted, it becomes the norm. So with our different roots in one land, we change and grow with Capoeira in our lives. We take what is given and make it ours. We play Capoeira the filipino way, and I don't mean the infusion of both traditions into one art... I mean the attitude that we bring, the axe that the filipinos have (fiesta!), the love and respect for our siblings-in-culture (kabayan!). We see the similarilities in both cultures and this is what we cultivate in our practice as capoeiristas. What we nurture as Familia, as axe and good vibes... the positive elements that bond the two cultures together.
Capoeira as a way of life: in my opinion is putting into practice what you experience. The subtle things that you discover from the capoeira-culture, (again, the positive notes) is the same attitude you want to discover in yourself. Capoeira is molding me as a person, as much as Art defines my life in what I do. It has taken root and builds me, like the values taught in school that you will never forget. (I'd like to think that this is what Maori meant when he says that Capoeira changed his life.) It is not a separate thing, that we train for 1.5 hours and leave and go on with the rest of our lives, as though nothing ever happened, just stretched a few muscles and broke sweat. After training, during the day, listening to music, seeing a nice open space somewhere... capoeira is there.
For me Capoeira has always been the art aspect of its Martial Art. We aren't just learning kicks and moves and how to fight, we're learning a lifestyle in Brazil, to feel how it is to be Brazilian. I'm going with Pixote's quote of Art as being an expression of oneself. From the outside perspective (I've been one before) Capoeira aptly looks like the exotic Brazilian martial art showcase that it epresents. However in the game, in the training, in the practice of this... we are taught to express, to think, to move. This keeps it all as unique as the next people to play in the game. We could always do a routine, but we don't. It's to my understanding that not doing a routine is how we want to show that this is the art of capoeira, not a dance. ♥
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That's what I said. What do you say?
And after that Batizado Blast... I think I have more and more things to share from the Mestres who have spoken about their Capoeira, and the Capoeira around us.
"What attracted you most to capoeira? (the fight aspect? or the cultural aspect -- meaning, the music or the dance-like, non-violent interaction? the fantastic friends? something else?)
Do you feel you are able to personally relate to this Brazilian art form? How do you bridge the gap between being a Filipino and embracing this foreign culture thru the practice of capoeira?
For those who have been to Brazil and have seen capoeira in its native habitat, do you see any differences in the way capoeira is practiced or understood or taught here in the Philippines?
Capoeira mestres always say that capoeira is a “way of life”. What does this mean to you? And if you HAVE embraced it as a way of life, in what way?
Capoeira is said to be a form of expression: during pre-revolution Brazil, it expressed subversion; afterwards, it expressed nationalism. These days it is seen as a showcase of Brazilian culture. When you practice capoeira, do you consider yourself showcasing Brazilian culture? Or do you think there is something else being expressed in your game?"
I want to fly! :) Capoeira was first introduced to me by Maori. He knew from College that I had a background in TKD and through random meetings and conversations we would talk about Martial Arts and how Capoeira has changed his life. The one time that I was convinced to actually join a class was when I saw a demo in Fete de la Musique at Podium. The big guy did a cartwheel and I knew that if he could do it, I could too. I only really wanted to learn to do a cartwheel and kick people. It sounds so shallow now, but then it naturally snowballed after that, wanting to do more, try more, read more, learn more etc etc. Meeting fantastic friends of course was a great help since because of these people, my snowball kept rolling. I think to know one part of capoeira leads you to want to know more about another aspect of it.
Being that 'Brazilian martial art', of course hit the twangs of awesome and exotic. It didn't matter to me personally since it's half a mysterious world away and as long as the group wasn't asking for blood sacrifice, it's all good. The cultural references of Capoeira unfolded to me in the years that I've been training. One thing I notice about the Filipino culture (myself included: filipino-chinese raised), is the ability to absorb anything as make it its own. Once change has been accepted, it becomes the norm. So with our different roots in one land, we change and grow with Capoeira in our lives. We take what is given and make it ours. We play Capoeira the filipino way, and I don't mean the infusion of both traditions into one art... I mean the attitude that we bring, the axe that the filipinos have (fiesta!), the love and respect for our siblings-in-culture (kabayan!). We see the similarilities in both cultures and this is what we cultivate in our practice as capoeiristas. What we nurture as Familia, as axe and good vibes... the positive elements that bond the two cultures together.
Capoeira as a way of life: in my opinion is putting into practice what you experience. The subtle things that you discover from the capoeira-culture, (again, the positive notes) is the same attitude you want to discover in yourself. Capoeira is molding me as a person, as much as Art defines my life in what I do. It has taken root and builds me, like the values taught in school that you will never forget. (I'd like to think that this is what Maori meant when he says that Capoeira changed his life.) It is not a separate thing, that we train for 1.5 hours and leave and go on with the rest of our lives, as though nothing ever happened, just stretched a few muscles and broke sweat. After training, during the day, listening to music, seeing a nice open space somewhere... capoeira is there.
For me Capoeira has always been the art aspect of its Martial Art. We aren't just learning kicks and moves and how to fight, we're learning a lifestyle in Brazil, to feel how it is to be Brazilian. I'm going with Pixote's quote of Art as being an expression of oneself. From the outside perspective (I've been one before) Capoeira aptly looks like the exotic Brazilian martial art showcase that it epresents. However in the game, in the training, in the practice of this... we are taught to express, to think, to move. This keeps it all as unique as the next people to play in the game. We could always do a routine, but we don't. It's to my understanding that not doing a routine is how we want to show that this is the art of capoeira, not a dance. ♥
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That's what I said. What do you say?
And after that Batizado Blast... I think I have more and more things to share from the Mestres who have spoken about their Capoeira, and the Capoeira around us.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Why are you?
Batiste. French. Like a kiss.
Take the moment to spin off to a new galaxy, to feel at home. The power of your mind emanates like slivers of fiber floating listlessly. Or like hair, underwater. No one should fault you for gathering everything back, and spinning a new web. I can't believe they said what they say, but let's say that it's been said. Let's travel and be yellow.
And then there are some people who revel in themselves. She likes complimenting herself and excusing herself at the same time. She laps up compliments like a thirsty dog, yet excuses herself in doing so, for it is nothing at all.
Nothing wrong with that. It's confusing, and tiring at the same time. Did you know it takes a small foot to mirror that?
And then there is someone else. No one can stop you from being happy. Stop killing yourself over happiness that you feel is undeserved. It's like sugar. Don't eat too much. But you can't feel guilty with one spoon.
And then there is queen bee. Do you feel threatened? Is there really any need to feel that way? Do you miss the handheld console, being pushed into responsibility and finding that leadership fits with minor adjustments? You were thanked. Start a new book.
Take the moment to spin off to a new galaxy, to feel at home. The power of your mind emanates like slivers of fiber floating listlessly. Or like hair, underwater. No one should fault you for gathering everything back, and spinning a new web. I can't believe they said what they say, but let's say that it's been said. Let's travel and be yellow.
And then there are some people who revel in themselves. She likes complimenting herself and excusing herself at the same time. She laps up compliments like a thirsty dog, yet excuses herself in doing so, for it is nothing at all.
Nothing wrong with that. It's confusing, and tiring at the same time. Did you know it takes a small foot to mirror that?
And then there is someone else. No one can stop you from being happy. Stop killing yourself over happiness that you feel is undeserved. It's like sugar. Don't eat too much. But you can't feel guilty with one spoon.
And then there is queen bee. Do you feel threatened? Is there really any need to feel that way? Do you miss the handheld console, being pushed into responsibility and finding that leadership fits with minor adjustments? You were thanked. Start a new book.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Brasilipinas 2011!
Carnaval Party MARCH 04 9pm
capoeira guests;
*Mestre Oscar - EBC
*Mestre Ousado - Argola de Ouro Singapore
*Mestre Eddy Murphy - Axe Capoeira Macau
*Professor Sapo - EBC Bacolod
*Professor Pimbal - EBC Malaysia
*Professor Rafael - Bantus Malaysia
*Professor Indio - Honk Kong
*Intrutora Lilica - Zungu Malaysia
*Graduado Galo -Argola de Ouro Indonesia
*Graduado Tarzan - Zungu Indonesia
* Professora de Samba e danca Afro Fernanda Guerreia - Macau
every one is invited!!
more info at www.ebcphilppines.com
YOU CAN NOT MISS IT!! VAI SER SHOW
Really excited for this... we have such huuuge plans for everyone... more than 10 friends from Malaysia coming over!! 2 months ago I felt that the Batizado was gonna be a week later... now there's only a week left!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Angola
"That dance that old men do"
I like that! :)
LINK to photos in fb
Pastinha's Garden of Capoeira Angola FB
I like that! :)
LINK to photos in fb
Pastinha's Garden of Capoeira Angola FB
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Wednesdays
Are so boring! There's no training. I can't believe I'm at this point in the capoeira life that I'm breathing into a blog just to say that there's no training on Wednesdays and I can't wait for tomorrow night when there is. Argh.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Mais Cor
have i earned it.
Tipong if you can't handle the pressure you can leave nyahaha.
The more realistic outlook is actually you're going to the Batizado not to prove anything. You're there to learn, to experience. After all that's what you're paying for, right?
I'm pushing myself in all the wrong directions. I realized that if I chill enjoy and focus on actually learning something, I might even be able to apply it. I'm at the mindset that... di lalayo ang capoeira sa akin.
And I think belt or no belt.. it's just THERE.
It's set in na di sha aalis. It's the attitude, the outlook in life, the philosophy you're living, the learning and the comings and goings.
Whatever I do it's probably a capoeira moment.
I attribute things to capoeira, it's more permanent than a tattoo kasi it's burned into a mindset I'm living in.
Tipong if you can't handle the pressure you can leave nyahaha.
The more realistic outlook is actually you're going to the Batizado not to prove anything. You're there to learn, to experience. After all that's what you're paying for, right?
I'm pushing myself in all the wrong directions. I realized that if I chill enjoy and focus on actually learning something, I might even be able to apply it. I'm at the mindset that... di lalayo ang capoeira sa akin.
And I think belt or no belt.. it's just THERE.
It's set in na di sha aalis. It's the attitude, the outlook in life, the philosophy you're living, the learning and the comings and goings.
Whatever I do it's probably a capoeira moment.
I attribute things to capoeira, it's more permanent than a tattoo kasi it's burned into a mindset I'm living in.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Littlepig
Zip Up and Hide Inside
Shamani found her curled up cushy under a rock, literally.
"You realize that even if you don't answer back I'm still capable of tracking you down by regular means." Rive mumbled back something and stayed curled. The mushy grass underneath seemed comfortable enough for a cozy siesta. But that was beside the point right now.
"Stomach ache, emo moment? what?"
"I don't want to go back. I wanna stay here." Emo moment.
Shammy gave her the exasperated 'tsk' with matching hands on hips. Kicking the prone body in smoky, slightly ripped up clothes would help dust off her friend.
"Look, ok. You can't stay. We agreed on this. Everyone else is home already, and I have more cases to deal with tomorrow, I have an early meeting and other things." Saturating her with real life was really not a good idea at the moment but Shamani was touching the fringes of frustration. There better be a good reason for this.
"I'm all out of cute." Rive mumbled so contritely she didn't know what to make out of it. She didn't look like she was going to be moving either. She was just there. "I'm safer here, I don't want to go back."
"Ok" Shamani bit down. "What happened." She didn't want to point out this minute about how many bugs her friend could have in her hair now. Looking at the area she was in, the bugs probably got dusted off along with the rest of the vicinity. Rive was that easy to find since the rock she was under was the only patch of green in the middle of desolation.
"It took a lot of self level heading to handle last night," Rive began. "I was more nervous and annoyed than anything. But I realize that giving the nice couple 1000 for scratching their car and dealing with them was a better alternative than having to deal with the swearing Indian dude. I thought he hit me. I didn't notice I hit the other car. I was trying to skivvy off from paying 1000, come on. Buffering is just... what? 300? Then I'm thinking that it's better to have dealt with them instead, giving them that amount rather than the mysterious other leg of what could have happened if I would have had to deal with the other guy."
Shamani nodded encouragingly.
"She gave me back 200 cause she felt sorry for me. It was taking all my cute to talk my way out of the whole thing. At least for 800 they wouldn't feel so bad, right? At least they have enough for a carwash and wax too right."
Shamani mmm-hmm'd appropriately in the normal tandem of understanding the story.
"So why are you still feeling so bad?" she asked. Get this over with.
"I'm not sure. Shell-shocked as always, wondering how far cute and charming gets you. How it's easier to understand logic, explain logic rather than understand vibe the ebb you emanate... that you can't really explain." Rive was mumbo-jumbo-ing.
"Well, you're ok now."
"I guess. Still feel bad and weird and let-down."
"That you used cute and it only got so far as 200 bucks instead of, what 500?"
"If it was the other way around, it might seem rather fair."
"Yes."
"And I do wish that if their kids got in the same situation, I suppose karma dictates that other people would be as kind as they were to me, right?"
"Right."
Rive stood up and Shamani took them home, for now.
Shamani found her curled up cushy under a rock, literally.
"You realize that even if you don't answer back I'm still capable of tracking you down by regular means." Rive mumbled back something and stayed curled. The mushy grass underneath seemed comfortable enough for a cozy siesta. But that was beside the point right now.
"Stomach ache, emo moment? what?"
"I don't want to go back. I wanna stay here." Emo moment.
Shammy gave her the exasperated 'tsk' with matching hands on hips. Kicking the prone body in smoky, slightly ripped up clothes would help dust off her friend.
"Look, ok. You can't stay. We agreed on this. Everyone else is home already, and I have more cases to deal with tomorrow, I have an early meeting and other things." Saturating her with real life was really not a good idea at the moment but Shamani was touching the fringes of frustration. There better be a good reason for this.
"I'm all out of cute." Rive mumbled so contritely she didn't know what to make out of it. She didn't look like she was going to be moving either. She was just there. "I'm safer here, I don't want to go back."
"Ok" Shamani bit down. "What happened." She didn't want to point out this minute about how many bugs her friend could have in her hair now. Looking at the area she was in, the bugs probably got dusted off along with the rest of the vicinity. Rive was that easy to find since the rock she was under was the only patch of green in the middle of desolation.
"It took a lot of self level heading to handle last night," Rive began. "I was more nervous and annoyed than anything. But I realize that giving the nice couple 1000 for scratching their car and dealing with them was a better alternative than having to deal with the swearing Indian dude. I thought he hit me. I didn't notice I hit the other car. I was trying to skivvy off from paying 1000, come on. Buffering is just... what? 300? Then I'm thinking that it's better to have dealt with them instead, giving them that amount rather than the mysterious other leg of what could have happened if I would have had to deal with the other guy."
Shamani nodded encouragingly.
"She gave me back 200 cause she felt sorry for me. It was taking all my cute to talk my way out of the whole thing. At least for 800 they wouldn't feel so bad, right? At least they have enough for a carwash and wax too right."
Shamani mmm-hmm'd appropriately in the normal tandem of understanding the story.
"So why are you still feeling so bad?" she asked. Get this over with.
"I'm not sure. Shell-shocked as always, wondering how far cute and charming gets you. How it's easier to understand logic, explain logic rather than understand vibe the ebb you emanate... that you can't really explain." Rive was mumbo-jumbo-ing.
"Well, you're ok now."
"I guess. Still feel bad and weird and let-down."
"That you used cute and it only got so far as 200 bucks instead of, what 500?"
"If it was the other way around, it might seem rather fair."
"Yes."
"And I do wish that if their kids got in the same situation, I suppose karma dictates that other people would be as kind as they were to me, right?"
"Right."
Rive stood up and Shamani took them home, for now.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Eeet iz aaaaht
What do you see?
I had this picture for a while now thinking of why I had this picture of my coffee in a mug... with coffee dregs in it. I slapped something on it and now it's evocative.
I wanted to say something about how an artist views the mundane and unnoticed and thinks hey, it's God-given, creative and natural. It's art, to one, to another. To me, it was just my coffee dregs in a cup. Here's how the artful BS would go:
"The swills around my leftover cup of coffee describes the last dregs of energy I'm getting from it." I would insert some laments and coffee-and-energy related phrases but I think you get the idea...
No...? Well. Just because someone tells you their unerring belief in anything, it's an opinion that you don't have to share. The Louvre features a smorgasborg of art, generally accepted art... but it's not like you love each and every bit of all of them by all the artists featured. At one point, you'll back off from a disturbing piece that another would rave about.
How does art make you feel? What emotions are stirred? How do you see yourself in art? Why is it art?
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