58 posts tagged “solange”
I know I still have a number of logos to do for the peeps in my hood. But I needed to take a sidestep to say thank-you to my dear Vox neighbour MrsPeel for taking the time to lend some well timed emotional support this last few days. For her comments, for her taking the time to write me a beautiful message, for communicating with me and "getting" me I simply can't say thank you in words. You know, in a previous post about music, art and writing MEK made the very comment that music is a form of higher communication. I agree and have yet to reply to that post myself. In the meantime, I hope that my rendition of Tourna a Surriento does a least a tiny shred of justice to as heartfelt a "thank you" as possible. I apologise if anyone doesn't like violin... and I'm a little out of practice so maybe just turn it on quietly in your headphones (ha!).
There's a lot you can do with three crispy block letters. The temptation is great to mess about, attempting to create some clever arrangement. With these Web2.0 style logos I'm trying to keep it simple, clean and fast. None of these logos are terribly difficult to do and most people could very quickly learn how to create them in Photoshop, Illustrator, or any other kind of graphics tool. For some reason I really like the M, E and K letters together without any fussing about.
Bear with me... I have a feeling I'm going to go through my entire neighbourhood. I have a small hood, so this should not take too long.
One for Paxton:
Hope you like it baby!
Note to anyone: If you want to save the logo, save it as its original PNG format. They are transparent PNG's so they will work on all background colours.
This is for Nelly, a colleague, friend and technology guru. The intarNell is named after the intarweb.
Lola's apparently in the 2.0 beta stage of her development...
I'm taking some spare time, which is sparse these days, to create logos using my friend's, family and neighbour's names. Watch for them, you may get your name in lights! But just to be really narcissistic, I'll start with my own... :-)
(c)2008 Michelle Solange
The pain of a broken wing was searing her left side making her eyes well with tears. She hoped the tears would not fall to the dry autumn forest floor this late in the chase for she had flown farther and faster than she had imagined herself capable. Giving away her position now would mean certain death. Thus, Casta sat, as still as she possibly could, though her abdomen flexed and extended at such an alarming rate it was a wonder Char didn't sense her vibration. General Char had been standing nearby motionless on all six legs, listening for her, feeling for any hints, himself expanding and contracting but at a much slower, more deliberate rate. She could see clearly the deep black ridges joining the exoskeletal armour across his wide dorsal region. The sun's glint moved back and forth slightly on the uppermost ridge like a dewdrop making its way to lower ground along a leaf's edge. It was the only thing she could see after a while, his shine. Had the branch upon which Char crouched not been moved by the breeze she might even have lost sight of him completely. Time vanished for Casta in the same way it does in sleep. She only woke from it when suddenly Char spat venomous curses and impatiently rubbed some coincidental pollen from his rear legs shouting at the sticky stuff as he did so. The little dragonfly had evaded him again. He burst angrily into flight, heading back to rejoin his bees in battle many miles away. Casta was lucky, he had given up, perhaps mainly because evening was upon the land and he would have to run a controlled retreat as the bees could not function in the cool evening air. Perhaps he was also too tired to continue the hunt, a reason she preferred as it gave her strength. The Dragonflies would also need to retreat, for they had simply lost far too many soldiers and would need to rally their few remaining reserves. But for Casta Achrannach, this small victory was merely relief shrouded in utter misery. Her misery lay not only in the pain smouldering in her side, but in what she had been forced to do in the throes of battle. Her relief was that The Fyre Opal was safe, for now. She crudely wrapped it in loose leaves, stuffed it into a crack in the tree bark, then slowly lowered her body upon the green package and blacked out. With luck tonight, its glow would attract neither food, nor the enemy. ©2008 Michelle Solange
