J-Patt's Blog

Concepts for a final composition for my digital media class....

Tue, 29 May 2012 09:42:00 -0400

Concepts for a final composition for my digital media class. The concept is that my character, JPat or “Just Patriot” has to stop a Revolutionary Era British soldier from stealing modern technology and sending it to the past in order to win the Revolutionary War.

Game over music for a videogame I’m working on, based on...

Tue, 15 May 2012 13:27:25 -0400

Game over music for a videogame I’m working on, based on the “Epic Sax Guy” riff on youtube per the developer’s request.

Bruce Willis wooh

Fri, 11 May 2012 13:44:13 -0400

Bruce Willis wooh

Continuation of the fight between me and my roommate, Sajjan.

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 23:21:37 -0400

Continuation of the fight between me and my roommate, Sajjan.

Started up a poster design. Need to make Carl Sagan less...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 14:20:04 -0400

Started up a poster design. Need to make Carl Sagan less terrifying.

Take two of the Inigo Montoya vector art.

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 19:38:00 -0400

Take two of the Inigo Montoya vector art.

Poster design for a videogame being presented at a Drexel Event.

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 12:31:00 -0400

Poster design for a videogame being presented at a Drexel Event.

Photo

Sun, 15 Apr 2012 21:41:00 -0400

Vector Face Take 2

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 12:11:00 -0400

Vector Face Take 2

Vector Face

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 23:44:00 -0400

Vector Face

My sister asked me to make an Andy Warhol rendition of a...

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 15:15:00 -0400

My sister asked me to make an Andy Warhol rendition of a videogame insignia.

My graphic design class asked me to make a brainstorm cloud...

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 10:36:30 -0400

My graphic design class asked me to make a brainstorm cloud about myself…

Another ambient tune for the game I’m working on

Sun, 25 Mar 2012 15:35:22 -0400

Another ambient tune for the game I’m working on

Ambient background music for a videogame I’m collaborating...

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 21:21:00 -0400

Ambient background music for a videogame I’m collaborating on

… I was bored and a white board was in front of me.

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 08:15:47 -0500

… I was bored and a white board was in front of me.

New Tune; Working with some more Orchestrated Stuff

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 16:41:01 -0500

New Tune; Working with some more Orchestrated Stuff

Next project?

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 13:22:22 -0500

I was thinking about doing one of the following:

1. Some more chiptunes

2. Ultraman comic

3. X-Men interpretation

4. Silly doodle a day for a week

5. Make a suggestion!

Breakfast doodle

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 10:30:35 -0500

Breakfast doodle

Short Story - Magical Realism Experiment

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 19:30:00 -0500

Jen opens her journal to a random blank page and as her vision blurs she can see beyond its lines to the back cover. Blurring more, she sees the table beneath it, and her legs beneath the table, and the chair beneath her legs, and the floor beneath her chair. She sees the room beneath her room, her father sitting in a chair reading Douglas Adams’ Dirk Gently.

Time passed. She writes “opaque” at the top of the page. She writes it four times more along the top line, making five columns. She writes it again and again and again down the lines, aligning each instance with the five columns. The page fills but she can still see the cover to Dirk Gently under her page when her vision blurs. Except now if she stares – just a little more – she can see beneath that room beneath her room, and into the basement where Sam fell asleep on the couch watching The Adventures of Superman. She can’t hear it but she knows this is the part where Charles Lyon talks about bending the course of mighty rivers, and of mild-mannered disguises.

I just—I just want.

Her body dilutes in her home. This place isn’t a composition of people and bricks and books and doors; it’s a single entity. Opaque only from the outside. She read a book like this once, veiling and unveiling in one motion. It was about a world turned flat, then to lines, then to space. All the same land but turned and squished and stretched and turned again by an unnamable stranger who wanted to understand.

I just want to express this.

But she can’t. She tells herself it’s alright to not express things sometimes, that sometimes languages don’t have the right words for a reason. She sees her father closing Dirk Gently, covering his mouth with his hand, holding back the words that she looks for. She watches him watch the clock, watching time pass as she does. Sam sleeps, ignorant of the words she and her father look for, and why those words are needed in the first place. For a moment, she sees them blurred into the same room she’s in.

How can we tell him that—

Jen thinks of flashing lights, of her mother, of time passing. Her father looks past the clock into the kitchen beyond the wall. She thinks of how those silhouettes in white jackets must have terrified her mother; wrapping her in sheets, pushing her past double doors, writing on clipboards. Then her father looks up and their eyes meet, blurred and watering with anguish; or, not anguish, but anger; or not anger, but fear; or not fear, but frustration; or, more accurately, all of them in quick succession and sorrow. She and her father look at the floor, and the floor beneath the floor, at Sam and the television. Jen can’t be opaque, she can only have disguises that blend identities like her vision blends her home. Disguises that create chaos and calm in an illegible palimpsest.

Photo

Sun, 22 Jan 2012 00:54:37 -0500