The Tutorial.
This week Andreas gave us some artwork in photoshop that consisted of a clock face, a keyboard and some valves. I got to mess with the layers that these items were in to have a finished picture that overlays itself and looks really cool.
One problem though to me is keeping track of all the different menus on the screen. You need a map just to find all the options and a memory like an elephant to know how to use them in the future.
They say practice makes perfect. Well i'll be perfect in about 20 years then the way i'm going.
The Lecture
Daniel spoke to us today about icons. I believe i am an icon. The reality is that i see myself completely different to everyone else.
In life today everything has an icon.
So what is an icon then. It is a graphical representation of something real.
An icon can also be used for an instruction. We saw a number of different icons that depicted the same thing, which was a car diagram. Each icon though was from a different person or perspective ranging from a complex car drawing to a childs scribble of a car.
The Reflection.
Graphics are taking over the world. They are everywhere. They are supposed to make our lives easier, faster, smarter - but do they. I watched a film last week set in Japan and everything is a mass of flashing lights and pictures depicting the physical object. Does this mean that as humans we are getting too lazy to read text? What will happen in years to come then? When will it all end? Imagine a newspaper with no text just pictures!
I think the world is turning into a very impersonal place to live in. Email is a good thing but it does cut out the human interaction between 2 people. Also people can hide behind emails and become instant keyboard warriors. I have seen this and it is sad.
I like meeting new people.
I like talking to people.
I like hearing people talk.
I like experiencing things that heighten my senses and produce a surge of adrenaline.
Imagine then a world where you get a picture of the place, the person or the food instead of the real thing.
That, my friend feels like a prison to me.
Thats me finished then as i'm off for a
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