{"id":4716,"date":"2010-08-22T23:34:32","date_gmt":"2010-08-23T03:34:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.b-vong.com\/journal\/?p=4716"},"modified":"2013-03-04T23:03:18","modified_gmt":"2013-03-05T04:03:18","slug":"same-as-it-ever-was","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.b-vong.com\/journal\/same-as-it-ever-was\/","title":{"rendered":"Same as it ever was…"},"content":{"rendered":"

I was never the\u00a0type of artist that had\u00a0an amazing\u00a0traditional sketchbook, the spiral bounded diary of sorts that you didn’t want people to see, but in actuality, you kind of did.\u00a0 My books always had torn out pages, barely legible writing, and other poor attempts at witty sayings\u00a0and bad poetry.\u00a0 In browsing the archive to\u00a0transfer it to my new\u00a0modern\u00a0“sketchbook,” \u00a0I\u00a0saw the cycle of things over the years.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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The inside of my book, for those\u00a0who would care to look…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…a satchel full of prints given out freely in the past…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…collaborations with eager minds today…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…just the same as the marks from the same pen passed around before…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…a stack of unsold\/unwanted drawings in the past…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…a stack of unsold\/unwanted drawings in the present…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…sketching away\u00a0at the airport, hoping to be taken somewhere…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…sketching\u00a0when mired at\u00a0home, hoping for that job to call back…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…how can a person graduate college and still fail? easy…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…comic book\u00a0ideas still rolling around today…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…recalling the sting of\u00a0yesteryear…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…use to paint gouache and watercolor on the charcoal…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…now I color digitally on the screen…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…tried to boil down people to the essentials back then, with ink and color…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…same thing with the palette of pixels today… <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…back then used to be obsessed with negative\u00a0 \u00a0 s\u00a0 \u00a0p\u00a0\u00a0 a\u00a0\u00a0 c\u00a0\u00a0 e…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…still am…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…never really had a real studio back then…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…it was just wherever I felt like doing stuff…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…back then muses were\u00a0found everywhere, and met face to face…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…comments and instant messages were spoken aloud and in person…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…not the nonsense that things have become…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…was unihibited by the old\u00a0technology, no matter how grainy it was…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…today we don’t realize how good we got it…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…interlaced, jittery, grainy, but I still used anything at hand…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…fireflies then\u00a0didn’t care what cameras we used…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…and they still don’t…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…trying to stay with the curve is hard and expensive…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…but making money is not the top priority of why I buy… <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…in the beginning the cameras we had were simple, but the potential was there…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…to become the instruments of modern folk…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…in the early days, everything was novel and new, learning to attach humanness to circuits…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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…it’s still the same these days, ain’t nothing changed…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A Photo Essay about the change in the technology that we use to create and share, but not a change in how we view the things most important to us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10267,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[3,151,260],"tags":[285],"class_list":{"0":"post-4716","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","6":"hentry","7":"category-art","8":"category-photography","9":"category-writing","10":"tag-art","12":"post-with-thumbnail","13":"post-with-thumbnail-large"},"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t