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Sometimes I think about what it would be like to get paid to draw things all day and then I remember that that’s AN ACTUAL JOB.

Time to get on my horse & MAKE SOME STUFF

Started this because I thought it would be a fun illustration for a print ad I’m working on, but now I’m realizing it’s the wrong tone… I think I might finish it anyway because it’s been so much fun.

Started this because I thought it would be a fun illustration for a print ad I’m working on, but now I’m realizing it’s the wrong tone… I think I might finish it anyway because it’s been so much fun.

I just found this in my Photo Booth timeline. It looks like it’s from spring 2013, when I was living in the townhouse. I love this song and I really like how happy I look while singing it; I was only taking a few classes at the time and was mostly focused on spending as much time as possible lying on my deck in the sun. That was the best spring, I think.

Old type project I did for work, never uploaded it. Some Beyoncé lyrics, duh. Developed this custom typeface with a huge marker and some toothy paper, then scanned it in and arranged the letters in Photoshop.

Old type project I did for work, never uploaded it. Some Beyoncé lyrics, duh. Developed this custom typeface with a huge marker and some toothy paper, then scanned it in and arranged the letters in Photoshop.

austinoliver:

Kind of a bike town by Austin-Oliver on Flickr.

In the middle of a discussion yesterday I told someone that the thing I would remember the most about Eugene is biking in the sun; with a six-pack in one hand, with the sun on your shoulders, with friends laughing so hard that you all start to swerve a little bit in the bike lane. 
When I first arrived in Eugene, I took a night ride with two boys that eventually became some of my closest friends in college. (This was back before I was sure that I was even going to find friends that I liked or connected with on a deep emotional level. I was wrong, and these boys eventually showed me that, but I didn’t know it at the time.) We followed the most adventurous of our group into deep parts of Eugene that I still haven’t been able to pinpoint, three years later. It was dark and I was cold but I was certain that I wanted to take more midnight bike rides in this town. 
I’ve never had a long-term pet, but Free Spirit—the name written in groovy orange and yellow curls on the side of the heavy silver bike I’ve ridden all four years at school—will be someone I remember for the rest of my life.

austinoliver:

Kind of a bike town by Austin-Oliver on Flickr.

In the middle of a discussion yesterday I told someone that the thing I would remember the most about Eugene is biking in the sun; with a six-pack in one hand, with the sun on your shoulders, with friends laughing so hard that you all start to swerve a little bit in the bike lane. 

When I first arrived in Eugene, I took a night ride with two boys that eventually became some of my closest friends in college. (This was back before I was sure that I was even going to find friends that I liked or connected with on a deep emotional level. I was wrong, and these boys eventually showed me that, but I didn’t know it at the time.) We followed the most adventurous of our group into deep parts of Eugene that I still haven’t been able to pinpoint, three years later. It was dark and I was cold but I was certain that I wanted to take more midnight bike rides in this town. 

I’ve never had a long-term pet, but Free Spirit—the name written in groovy orange and yellow curls on the side of the heavy silver bike I’ve ridden all four years at school—will be someone I remember for the rest of my life.