Vector Art: Bradtastic Classic Abstract

by Brad Chin — please don’t steal art, we work hard on this stuff! :-)

As promised, here’s some classic art.

This dates back to around high school I think. I find it interesting, looking back at these old pieces, I wouldn’t use the same techniques today; there’s a lot that I would change, add and take away, but I still like the piece. (I probably wouldn’t post it otherwise!) But looking at it, I wonder, what do I like about this?

I see so many things that I’d do differently, and yet, there’s something other than nostalgia that speaks to me. It’s up to you to judge whether or not you think it’s good or bad, if it means anything… if it’s pretty, cluttered, whatever.

I like the colors. I like the flow, the feel. I like the background. I added the Bradtastic and saysBrad.com recently, and that might be my least favorite, though I dig it also.

Sometimes, I want some levity.

Recently, I’ve been posting pretty serious stuff. I’ve been working hard, and I’ve been very concerned with the state of our Union — America is in trouble, and there are many people seemingly apathetic, or perhaps willing, to let it crumble.

I live with a lot of pain. I’ve done everything that I can to cut back on the medicine, but that means that on average, the pain is worse. Some of my friends are suffering, too, in different ways, and I feel for them with empathy I wouldn’t have had when I created this piece, pixiestickhallucination. I hadn’t used any narcotic or any drug of any kind when I made this — no alcohol, nicotine… okay, caffeine, if that counts. Maybe ibuprofen (Advil).

I’ve had a hard few days; there was a fire in the building with toxic smoke — I still feel sick from it, nauseated and migraines come and go. I’m sore from rushing attempting to, hurredly, escape what I thought might’ve been a world-changing fire — not knowing I was moving toward the burning. Well. That’s life.

I suppose this piece reminds me of something else.

Maybe dreams. Life has changed so much. I don’t listen to music, watch TV and work simultaneously. I can’t, really. I’m listening to That’s All She Wrote (feat. Eminem)