Holga got taken apart and put back together again.

Once upon a time, there lived a pretty red holga camera. That got taken apart because it was sick. It got put back together again like humpty dumpty did. His genius master made him into an invincible robot and programmed him to say, " I'll be back Bi*tches".


**Prints are available in custom colors as well. Email for prices.** Thanks for viewing!!

Lichtheid

These are pictures of a paper sculpture I made. The assignment was to visualize a word in 3D form. The choice of paper as material made the assignment at the first glance, hard because paper is such a fine material. But with such a neutral material as paper, it becomes such a malleable communicative middle.

The production of the sculpture was hours of bent over neck breaking precision work and replication after replication for the right curves and folds. I'm proud to show off the final pictures of the sculpture representing 'Lichtheid' (lightness).

The concept behind the sculpture is based on the movement of air.

Cheers all!

Lying on your back

This is a series of photographs I took around Hasselt area. Hopped on a bike and managed to snap a couple of these for a photography assignment called 'lying on your back'. Seeing everything from underneath allows you notice everything and capture images that communicate on a whole new level.

What happens to an overworked creative soul?

Bless his soul.

Circle circle Dot Dot

These are a couple of photos that I've taken with a Canon 500D for an assignment. Happy viewing!

Black Beauty

Hello all!

This one portrait to begin with is a beautiful shot of an African American woman, which I then reworked with a few graphic elements to give you what you see now. I like how the different shades of colors mix to form a unique piece of artwork.

Thanks for viewing!

XxX

Nike 6.0 Mogan Mid artwork 2

Hello all

This is the second version I've done for another customized sneaker. You'll notice this one's a little darker and that you can now see "all" the paint splashes. I like the little touch of sand colored paint on the sole...that keeps it a bit quirky; A bit me.

Enjoy!
XxX

My Nike 6.0s...customized by myriadmedia for Missotten&Frances

Hello all

I just finished this yesterday and it should've only taken me 20-30 minutes max. to get this done but I was being too much of a perfectionist (i took half a day instead). I know....I can hear the whole design crowd going, "Booo~ What the hell?!" Anyway, this artwork was created for my customized pair of Nike 6.0 Mogan Mids. I like the way the paint looks like its splattered and poured, as if trying to say creating this shoe was like fine art: A whole harmonious mix of color. I'm in love with this model and a couple others....I'm such a sneaker junkie.

People collect Barbie dolls and comic figurines. Well I collect sneakers =X I'm getting married in my very own customized white sneakers. Booyah.

Enjoy!
XxX
ps: The logo in the bottom right corner is the a sneak preview of Missotten&Frances' new logo. I think it kick's ass.

EXAMS! They were over with slower than they arrived

hello all,
I have to apologize for disappearing and not posting..I've not died yet; I was out of my mind busy with exams! I had my entry exam for graphic design on tuesday and with good news too (i'm so happy). But here, the above drawing was a pictorial presentation of who i am, how i am without being literal. Take note of the style used and color placement ;)


This one here was the 2nd assignment I had to prepare for the entry exam too and it's my interpretation of a tree. My idea of a tree ( again not in the literal sense) after doing a little literature research. The dutch phrase translates to " absorbed by wrath?" My interpretation of the idea of a tree from a poem by William Blake:

A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Til it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

XxX

Rethink design....

Rethink Scholarship at Langara 2010 Call for Entries from Rory O'Sullivan and Simon Bruyn on Vimeo.

Online store is NOW OPEN!

As you guys all know, "Comecollectmythoughts", is run by me, the one fabulous Ms Jessica C. I've started this blog as an online journal/gallery for all my creative work, namely my custom shoes/sneakers. In between everything else, MyriadMedia was formed as the creative collective that runs "Comecollectmythoughts".

MyriadMedia has joined forces with another incredible design talent to form "Missotten&Frances". After many agonizing discussions, we're proud to present "Missotten&Frances". Our online store selling a small amount of vintage finds and a whole lot of design is also now available via Etsy.com.

So please come visit us to order your next pair of custom slip ons today at:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/jessica31087

Psst!=====> When you place your order via the link above to our webshop, don't forget to mention " SECRET CODE: comecollectmythoughts" at the beginning of your orders. All orders with the above mentioned secret code will receive a 15% discount off the shoe itself.

Thanks for viewing & we look forward to creating something you'll remember =)

xoxo

It once was...love

Dear who's who,

finding inspiration is easy...just as long as you don't shut yourself off from being open to anything. What inspires me right now is the human ability to feel. Great fashion comes from touch, from an emotion. What sets a luxury designer item a part from the rest? Namely the material used isn't it?

I've explored a lot of the human emotion. I think the past year to date has given me the chance of experiencing just about every emotion we're capable of feeling ( some more than others HAH *sticks tongue out to you know who you are..* guilty buggers). The strongest emotion I've experienced is love. Never have I felt something quite like it and love...it makes you do the things you've never thought "is so you", you know what I mean?

My introduction to love:

Back to you
It always comes around
Back to you
I tried to forget you
I tried to stay away

But it's too late..

Over you
I'm never over
Over you
Something about you
It's just the way you move
The way you move me

Yeah, I'm so good at forgetting
and I quit every game I've played
But forgive me love
I can't turn and walk away...this way.

Back to you

It always comes around
back to you
I walk with your shadow
I'm sleeping in my bed
With your silhouette...

should have smiled in that picture
if it's the last that I'll see of you
it's the least that you could not do ...

For all those who are/were lucky enough to experience love of the sweetest most loving kind...this one's for you..(whoever said you could only pay tribute to love on valentines *wink*)

http://www.chriscraymer.com/romance/index.htm

I know those pictures. I have my own duplicate of just about every one locked in my head.. (yes I've a secret :P If you're nice, i'll let you in on it.. *I see all of you hitting the subscribe button right now "oh yeah~"*) haha. :P

Lotsa "LOVE" *surprise*,
Jess xoxo

p/s: Keep your eyes on me, let your heart be open to feel, leave your hands open for someone to slip their hand in & smile.. You know that's how love starts.(okay not the eyes on me part but you know ;))

This one's dedicated to someone special. xxxo

Portrait of A Dancer

Dear all,

after being so caught up for a pretty long while. I finally got in touch with a pencil again *haha* It's a pencil sketch. Done in 2 hours last night. I hope you like it.

And! I've an announcement to make: I'm going to be starting a series of illustrations looking at human emotions , behaviour and what makes people tick. So I'd appreciate audience participation/contribution. Email me or leave a comment and tell me what emotion you think I should depict in my illustrations. If your emotion stands out, i'll send you a pair of plimsolls illustrating your emotion and branded by yours truly...*love love*

Cheers!
xoxoxo

Strike a pose

http://www.commontotes.com/users/308/entries/132

Hi all! I've just uploaded a tote design upon suggestion. Vote for me! Or just comment here if u don't wanna -_- LOL & lemme now what you think.

Cheers!

waiting...

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And its hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
Ill find some peace tonight

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
Its easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

Dear blogger,

I'm overwhelmed. Before I lose all my thoughts to something else silly yet ulcer inducing...the following posts are of text that hold a strong meaning. Texts which conjure themselves up as illustrations in my mind that i've yet to put down in pencil & ink. I hope to have some time away from my crazy *** life soon to do just that.

mean while..xoxoxo
jess

I fell down today, I sat there thinking. I got up & started drawing..

Somethings have happened
I sit back & take it in.
It set my mind whirling...
You can have everything today
You're on top of the world.

You took that step further
A step I could never take with you.
I'm standing there
A piece of me begins to tear
You fade into the distance
And I walk away
Tempted to look back.

It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else

Oh it tear's me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't wanna feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh the truth hurts
And the lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late

The truth hurts
And the lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again...

I took a break from work to well...create "more work"

As the title says so... I broke out this baby & my sales pitch? Well, read on.

Mom & Pop
They will @#$! you up
For Sure
Love so deep
Kills you in your sleep. It's true.

Love keeps us together
Love will keep us alive

And we- are criminals that never
broke no laws
And all- we needed was a net
to break our fall

They're searching for diamonds
They're grabbin' at straws
Sex 'n' sin
Sax 'n' violins
It's heaven
Wooden heads
Furniture with legs
For sale-

Love keeps us together.
And love will drive us insane.


AH..yes well, "touche" i say.
xOxO, Peace out..

goodbye...

Leaving isn't quite the same, he said to me,
As running away
If you're scared or tired of what you're scared of
Well, why should you stay?

He loved to say goodbye,
And always counted out the time
Until he was free

To get up and leave
To learn how to breathe
Again

Slipping out to have a cigarette with someone else that he'd never met
Asks her if, by the way, would she like to run away
and try to forget?

Or just not to stay, to leave without saying why

To get up and go
To catch the last train
To get in some car
And drive out again
To never come back this way....
And have to say....

Goodbye...

When you're an ocean & a rock away...

What you at? My gentle spoken friend
I lack a frame to put you in
When you're an ocean and a rock away

I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat
My fingers wrap around your words
They take the shape of games we play

I feed your words through my buttonholes
Pin them to my fingerless gloves
Green & prone to fraying

Thoughts of you warm my bones
I'm on my way, I'm on the phone
Let's get lost, you & me
An ocean & a rock is nothing to me.

I am far away from where you lay
Awake the day while you fall to sleep
An ocean & a rock away.

I keep you in the pocket of my jeans
And the bristles of my brushes
Spin you into my curls today

I spoon you into my coffee cup
Spin you through a delicate wash
I wear you all day

Thoughts of you warm my bones
I'm on my way, I'm on the phone
Let's get lost, you & me
An ocean & a rock is nothing to me

Thoughts of you warm my bones
I'm on my way, I'm nearly home
Let's get lost, you & me
An ocean & a rock is nothing to me


Is it not any wonder that when you're far away, they want you near. And when you're there...right under their noses, they don't bother where you are, how you are where you are. Only for you to leave suddenly and they come chasing " wait wait. But we've not shared our time together. wait, not so soon."

kickin' it a lil old school

Here's a pair of my own Nike Court Forces. I did up the laces as you can see.. kinda old school but I like it. I did a black & white illustration on a panel in the front of the shoe.

Love Love.