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southdownsraphael · 5 years

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The Love Light In Your Eyes

AO3 - 2,803 words - Rating: G

This is a request I did for LuckyRedBalloon on AO3 for slow dancing + Crowley wearing a dress.

The door slammed down the hall and Aziraphale jumped up, putting his book down on his desk carefully before poking his head around the study door. "Darling?"

"S'me," Crowley called out in response, and Aziraphale heard the jingle and crash as the demon tossed his keys into the bowl on the sideboard.

"I do wish you'd stop doing that, it's an awful noise," Aziraphale scolded half-heartedly, slipping through the door and starting down the hall. He found Crowley in the kitchen, leaning his hip against the counter and already holding a glass of red wine.

"I happen to find it satisfying," Crowley grinned, reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear.

But Aziraphale didn't respond - he was too busy staring.

The last time he'd seen Crowley looking this good had been when they'd still thought Warlock was the Antichrist. The demon was wearing a floor length evening gown, a deep blood red with an overlay of black lace on the bodice. On closer inspection, the lace had a pattern of little coiled snakes and swords on it, but nevertheless, the dress was elegant and refined, and showed off Crowley's exceptional figure perfectly.

The demon had even grown his hair out for the night, and it tumbled down his back in perfect, glossy curls, reminding Aziraphale rather strongly of a certain conversation in a certain Garden many, many years ago.

In fact, the first thing he did when he finally snapped out of his trance and stepped towards his partner was reach up to play with the ends of Crowley's hair, his touch ever so light.

"Did you have a good evening, darling?" Aziraphale asked softly, his eyes not really focused on the demon's attentive gaze, instead wandering down over his chest and hips before moving back up to his hair.

Crowley smiled to himself, making a mental note to keep his hair long more often just so he could see that wondrous light in Aziraphale's eyes over and over again.

"It went well. Rich people at fundraisers are especially easy to tempt," he purred, stroking the backs of his fingers down the angel's cheek as those blue eyes finally fixed on his.

"Good, I'm glad. I've missed you," Aziraphale admitted quietly, letting his hands rest on the demon's chest as he leaned in a little closer.

"I've missed you too, angel," Crowley chuckled, his hand coming up to cup the angel's cheek as he leaned down ever so slightly. Aziraphale moved towards him hurriedly, but discovered almost immediately that had to pop up on his toes, giving a soft giggle as he grabbed onto the demon's shoulders for support.

"Mm, it's the high heels," Crowley murmured softly, before allowing his lips to brush over the angel's. Aziraphale blushed, feeling rather a fool for not having figured that out on his own, but forgot about it as soon as the demon's lips landed on his in a proper, loving kiss. In fact, every single thought left his mind as he focused on that floating feeling he got every time he kissed his demon; the feeling of weightlessness as everything else dropped away, leaving only the two of them all alone. Together.

After a few moments, Crowley broke away gently, turning his head to the side as he set his wine glass down with a faint clink and a soft little sigh. Aziraphale sank back down onto his heels, taking a deep breath to bring him back into the present as the demon straightened up off the counter.

"I'm beat, I'm gonna go take this dress off. I'll be back in-"

"Oh, please don't!" Aziraphale gasped before he could bite it back, the words passing his lips unbidden, but not necessarily unwelcome. Crowley looked at him in shock, his eyes wide and his mouth falling open slightly as the angel blushed again and ploughed on regardless. "You look beautiful, darling, and everyone at that fundraiser got to see you. Don't I get to enjoy it too? You know I've always loved you looking feminine like this."

There was a brief, mildly uncomfortable pause while Crowley's brain rebooted before he managed to stammer out an answer.

"N- no! I didn't know that," he mumbled, his eyes still registering surprise as he all but took a step back. "Since-...since when?"

Aziraphale laughed, shaking his head slightly as he lifted the demon's wine glass off the side. He took a long sip, keeping his eyes fixed on Crowley's, making him wait and savouring this small amount of power he had over his demon.

"Since Golgotha."

Crowley's eyes narrowed and he stepped forward, taking the glass away from the angel delicately. "You bassstard," he hissed, but the fake anger quickly gave way to bright smiles as he leaned down to kiss the angel's cheeks, nose, forehead, anywhere he could. "You can't not tell me things like that, you're supposed to worship me!"

Aziraphale giggled again, a joyful little sound that made Crowley's rather tarnished soul sing as the angel gently fought him off. "Stop! Stop it, darling! I can hardly breathe," he squealed through happy laughter, and Crowley set the glass down again quickly, his hands resting on the angel's cheeks as he pulled him into a firm, but loving kiss.

Aziraphale was the first to break it this time, simply because he was still giggling, his arms slipping around the demon's waist and pulling him close as the laughter trailed off into silence. "I'll make a note of that and remember next time, my love," he murmured after a moment, and Crowley just grinned to himself, stroking Aziraphale's hair as the angel rested his cheek on the demon's chest.

"Good. I love you, sweetheart."

Aziraphale stiffened for a moment in surprise, then grinned to himself and ran his hand down Crowley's side slowly, following the curve of his waist all the way to his hip. "I like the sound of that. And I love you too, darling."

Crowley relaxed, having held his breath since the brand new pet name had slipped out of its own accord, and smiled, his hands coming up to rest on the angel's shoulder blades. "I like it too," he said simply, pressing a soft kiss to the top of the angel's head and chuckling to himself as the blond curls tickled his face.

"Crowley?"

"Yes, dove?"

Aziraphale hesitated, derailed by this second display of unexpected affection and unaware that Crowley was grinning, triumphant in having confused his angel and turned the earlier 'slip up' into an advantage of sorts. "Uh. Um. I know that...well, that you like to dance, and I thought...I thought maybe we could do it together? Like they do in movies."

"What do you mean, angel?" Crowley murmured, retreating to familiar territory out of confusion as Aziraphale pulled away enough to look up at him, his cheeks slightly red.

"I mean like...like slow dancing. Just holding each other and dancing to something," he explained a little impatiently, but the demon knew that his impatience stemmed from nerves, and so he just offered his partner a small smile, one hand stroking over his cheek.

"If you like, dove. I don’t do it very often, so I might be a tad rusty."

Aziraphale's smile spread across his face, slow and sweet like molasses being poured from a jar. "Really? Oh, well, it’ll be a bit like learning together. Won't that be perfect?"

Crowley nodded and leaned down slowly, red curls cascading off his shoulders as he pulled the angel into a very soft, very brief kiss. "It will be. Everything is perfect with you."

He decided not to mention that the last time he’d slow danced had to have been at least several decades ago and probably part of a temptation. He also didn't mention the fact that dancing with other people really wasn't his thing - after all, the demon had had a hand in the creation of modern nightclubs, and his associations with dancing were more...up to date than the angel’s.

But Aziraphale had his mind set on romance, and Crowley always did whatever his angel wanted, even if it did mean he had to dance.

So Crowley swallowed his protests and smiled down at Aziraphale as the angel pulled away, his hands coming up to brush Crowley's hair back from his face and out of his eyes.

"How about I put this in a plait for you? Just to keep it out of the way."

"Good luck," Crowley chuckled, but let his hands slip from Aziraphale’s back and walked over to the kitchen table to sit down on one of the chairs. "It has a mind of its own when it's this long."

"Oh, I'm sure I can tame it," the angel grinned, walking over and carefully pulling all of Crowley's hair back behind his shoulders, letting out a happy sigh as the beautiful bouncy curls fell down to the middle of his back. "And even if I can't, it'll be stunning," he added softly, lucky he couldn't see Crowley's smile, as it quite probably would have melted him into a little puddle on the floor.

"Thank you, dove," the demon answered, and the tone in his voice alone was enough to make Aziraphale pause slightly as his throat got a little tight, his chest warm.

"I love that name, Crowley," he murmured, running his fingers through the silky hair, all the tangles miraculously disappearing without any accidental pulls.

"I'll never stop using it now."

Aziraphale took a deep, slightly shuddering breath and began to divide the hair up into three sections as carefully as he could. "You're making me emotional, darling."

"Good," Crowley said firmly, smiling to himself as he felt the angel's fingers begin to work quickly, plaiting those unruly curls into one long, unruly braid. "I think it suits you because of your wings," he added after a moment of silence so stuffed with love and happiness that it was fit to burst. "All...all white and perfect."

"Perfect is a strong word," Aziraphale pointed out softly, as if trying to gently turn the conversation to lighter talk. "I don't groom them often enough."

"You mean you don't ask me to groom them for you often enough," Crowley corrected with a soft chuckle, and the angel laughed, pulling a newly manifested golden hair tie off his wrist and quickly twisting it around the end of the plait.

"That's true, I'll admit that," he answered, leaning down to press an ever so soft kiss to the demon’s newly exposed neck, and smiling to himself as Crowley batted him away playfully. "All done. Now it won't get in your eyes as much, and we'll both get to see each other properly."

"Good,” the demon answered abruptly, trying to will the blush off his cheeks as he stood up with a rustle of fabric and walked off quickly, heading into the living room. He stopped in the middle of the floor and looked around the room for a moment before finally snapping his fingers. The lights immediately dimmed, and candles that definitely hadn't been there before lit themselves, bathing the room in warm, ambient light, as well as lending the air an unobtrusive hint of lavender.

Just as the demon turned to see if Aziraphale had followed him, the first few notes of Can't Help Falling In Love began to play, apparently out of nowhere, and Crowley smiled to himself as the angel walked towards him slowly.

Aziraphale was also smiling, but it was a rather shy and nervous expression, his hands folded in front of him awkwardly.

"It's okay, dove, I'll show you," the demon assured his partner softly, gently taking his hand and easily assuming a slightly formal dance position with his other hand on the angel's shoulder blade. "That's it. You're okay," Crowley murmured, nodding slightly as Aziraphale tentatively rested his hand on the small of the demon's back.

"Like this?"

"Exactly," he soothed, flashing him a bright smile and squeezing his hand lightly. "I'll lead and you just follow me, alright?"

Aziraphale nodded and Crowley stepped to the side, gently pulling the angel along with him and laughing when he almost tripped.

"Come on, angel. Now back again," he grinned, guiding the angel back to their original positions and trying not to react to getting his toe stepped on. Unfortunately this didn’t stop Aziraphale from noticing, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realised what had happened.

"I'm sorry, maybe this wasn't-"

"Shush," Crowley interrupted firmly, taking another step and pulling his partner along with him. "You'll get it, angel, I promise. Just follow me, okay?"

Aziraphale nodded slightly, and the next time he stepped on Crowley's foot, they both just laughed and carried on, gazing into each other's eyes with deep, happy contentment as they eventually got the hang of moving together in a little circle of sorts.

Once they'd finally got the steps down, Crowley gently pulled Aziraphale closer, practically chest to chest as they kept moving, more slowly now. "That's it. It felt rather too formal, no?" The demon purred, and Aziraphale nodded, popping up on his toes for just a moment to kiss the demon's cheek.

"This is perfect," he answered simply, just as the song switched over to Wonderful Tonight.

"It is," Crowley agreed, his golden eyes soft as he stared down into Aziraphale's perpetually bright blue ones. "You look so happy, dove."

"I am," Aziraphale chuckled, shifting even closer to his demon as Crowley began to sing along ever so softly, under his breath.

"He puts on his makeup and brushes his long red hair."

"I don't think that's quite the line, my love," Aziraphale pointed out with a bright smile, and Crowley grinned, shaking his head slightly as the angel reached up, carefully pulling the plait over his shoulder so it hung down his chest rather than his back. He ran his hand down it slowly, his gentle fingers running over the beautiful, slightly frizzy red hair as candlelight danced in his awed blue eyes.

"It is if I say it is," Crowley answered, his tone coming out a little softer than he’d intended, simply because he was too busy studying the breathtaking light in the angel’s eyes.

"I can't argue with that."

After just a moment of silence, Aziraphale smiled to himself and took in a slow breath, his eyes slipping closed briefly. "You look wonderful tonight," he murmured along with the lyrics, and Crowley simply pressed a firm kiss to the side of his head, still swaying with his angel, but now barely moving his feet.

Silence settled between them, cosy and warm until Crowley interrupted it softly, once more quoting the lyrics as the song unfolded.

"You just don't realise how much I love you."

"That's not us anymore," Aziraphale smiled, and Crowley gave a quiet chuckle, running his hand down the angel's back slowly.

"No, not anymore. You tell me often enough now, I'd have to be very dense."

"I think we both qualified as very dense for the last six thousand years or so, though," Aziraphale mused, earning a soft snort from Crowley, who then gently pushed his partner out into a slow spin.

"Maybe so, my love."

As Aziraphale turned back into Crowley's chest, he reached up with one hand, cradling his cheek and pulling him down into a kiss, fingers spread on that cool skin.

The kiss was perfect, slow and loving and atmospheric and everything Aziraphale had dreamed of when he'd suggested slow dancing, and yet he broke it first - gently pulling away from Crowley's lips to rest his head on that welcoming chest instead. He could hear the demon's heartbeat, not strictly necessary, yet rhythmic and reassuring, blending into the music and serving as a constant reminder that yes, this was real; it wasn’t just a dream he could wake up from or an empty fantasy. They really were there together, and this was their new reality, a reality of stability and love and coming home to one another.

Even though it had been many months since they'd moved, Aziraphale knew it would take him much, much longer to settle into this new Arrangement, and stop worrying about it being taken away. For now, he just had to hold onto these moments of contented clarity, and find solace in Crowley’s certainty and easy happiness.

The angel gave a soft little sigh and let his eyes close again as Crowley stopped moving and slowly wrapped his arms around his partner tightly, holding him even closer and resting his head on Aziraphale’s.

And they stood there together, pressed together, relaxing together until Aziraphale ran out of songs to play and Crowley gently guided him to bed with the promise of warm sheets and even warmer embraces.

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hannahallcrofthicks · 3 years

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FAS3000 resubmission blog only:

This project is not for the faint of heart, I’m sorry but it’s not. It focuses on the violence and distress of the world today. But it also focuses on my life, the people in it and the surroundings I’m so familiar with.

For my first page I wanted it to be an informal introduction to who I am and the brand that I have created. I wanted to have mostly gold on the first pages as I had to wait for materials and tools to arrive. However, the gold is still relevant as my colour story for this project is gold, black, red and pink. My reason for me choosing these colours is they are all favourite colours of mine plus I have an unhealthy obsession with Harley Quinn, hence the black and red. The pink is also used as my hair is pink so I see this colour multiple times a day!

I also did a sketch of myself (from memeory) so if it looks off, it’s because I didn’t use a reference picture.

The symbol in the middle of the page is my brand logo along with my signature on every page to show that it is all original work that belongs to me.

The second page has my continuous line sketches and some quick 1 minute drawings too. Some blue colours pop in and out of my sketchbook to pay homage to Harley Quinn’s Suicide Squad look. I have also chosen the letter ‘X’ to represent the phrase ‘no face no case’ which I heard through people talking and is also mentioned in Smuggzyace - Just Do It (YouTube). We were also instructed to not use words within our sketchbook. I did break this rule a few times throughout the sketchbook but this was because I needed the extra push so people could understand what the story of my project is. I did refrain from adding the whole phrase in and instead opted for initials to be used (NFNC). What I want to create is a collection of my experiences, but not just physical. I wanted to showcase my mental state and how I think, how I perceive people as we never really know anyone. We only see what they present to us, the face is taken out of the picture as eyes can be seen as windows to the soul.

The third page has another quick sketch along with a more detailed and scenic sketch, I have used Washi tape to decorate the empty spaces on the page and to stick the photographs down as I didn’t have a glue stick at this point (I was still waiting for the order to arrive). I tried to make the colours match to my theme as much as I could, I also masked the faces to also keep on track with my concept. I chose to focus on the female body for this portion as I knew I wouldn’t be including other females as I don’t connect with females as well as I do with males. So the only female I could include was myself, and I feel I know myself so I allowed my face to be shown.

Onto the fourth page I have introduced the ‘NFNC’ initials along with blocks of colour that match my theme. I wanted to have a little break within my sketchbook to allow for there to be variety in the placements of my work. I didn’t have any samples up until the next page as I didn’t want my pages to be too bulky and I wanted to get my sketchbook as flat as possible to prevent warping the pages and samples. Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to avoid this entirely. But I feel as though it adds to my work by making it look a slight bit disheveled.

Here on page 5 is where my samples start to play a major role in my work, I used disperse dyes to create the images I want onto paper and then heat press them onto fabric. I tried to experiment with placements and overlays and wanted to create an almost grungy type look to my samples.

Carrying on through to page 6 I have more printed samples along with a 3D painting, I made this by adding thick layers and letting them dry completely before adding more layers. I wanted this to look like the X is drawn in blood as I want to emphasise the violence that can occur within gangs and territories. Gang related violence is a massive issue, not only for the members of said gangs but also their families, the public, everyone is and can be a target.

Moving through to page 7 I have made a drawing of a person masked up with a balaclava and wearing gloves holding an outline of a gun to avoid any identifying information ( not a drawing from a reference but from my imagination). Along side this I have a drawing of a bullet to reinforce the danger element. On the next 5 pages I have my primary photographs of the mandem (friends), I wanted a natural look to these photos in the poses but when I edited them I wanted a more intense vibe so I chose to stick to mainly grey scale and highlights of colours.

Following these pages I decided to mix both samples and photographs in my pages. This is where the attitude and vibe ramp up really expressing the messiness and violence of being on road (this means people who are out in public either selling or on other gang related activities). I rely on sublimation printing, embroidery and knitting. I am very angry with myself though, I did have more samples like weave and more prints, however, they have decided to disappear and I couldn’t find them in time to put them into my sketchbook. I had also made quite a few mistakes on some samples and decided to not add them or layered and built on top of them. I took inspiration on how to place and build into my work from different artists and different things. The artists I took the main inspiration from is Sebastian Herzau who also uses coloured strips of paper and tape to cover identifying characteristics in his photographs. Top Boy (Netflix show) has also heavily inspired my theme as it focuses in on gang hierarchy and activity.

I have also added headlines and newspaper stories of what has been happening in the world, what they feel is important and how the media can influence the public. I have used the same tactics when picking which stories I wanted to showcase, I picked the stories that lines up with my concept. This then paints the media in the way that I want you to see them. It’s one of the oldest forms of propaganda, manipulation. I thought that it would have an impact on how I’m trying to convey how we never know the full story. Even when we are confident that we have seen something with our own eyes, our brain lies to us. For example: if you look side to side quickly it will look like a fluid motion in your eyes, but our eyes focus on one or two points along the way and make up the rest based on the surroundings. Or a better way of getting my point across, you can at all times see your nose. Our brains just ignore and erase them!

When looking back over my work, I feel like I should have definitely created more art and samples as it’s hard to see what my concept is, I wanted to create a visual book, a book that shows the horrors of this day and age. But also how we dress them up, how we present a version of ourselves to the world that isn’t true. But I also wanted to show the true horrors that happen everyday. I didn’t want to design an outfit for this project, I wanted to create a physical piece of my history. What I have seen, what I have heard and what I have felt. I do however, feel that the mood I am trying to create with my work is being successfully acquired. I could have also used different location imagery like Handsworth with the AR12’s and B21’s gang members located there. But this would have been very dangerous so I refrained. Instead of taking inspiration from fashion designers I wanted to take inspiration from how people in my daily life present themselves, their fashion.

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drumpansound-blog · 7 years

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Hi Fest - Zine

For this project we had to produce a video, zine, placemat or window installation. For the illustration festival ‘Hi-Fest’ in Hastings, which took place on the 3rd to the 4th of december at printworks. Our work would also have the chance of being displayed in a shop window in the one of the busiest parts of Hastings.

As i was finding it hard to think of ideas, i decided to link my essay theme with each of the forthcoming projects. The theme broadly being art produced within the Soviet Union, this led me to find Oleg Vassiliev a soviet nonconformist artist who played around with the angles and perspective of photos to create something which would be striking or pop out at you, like the first walk in spring piece, which shows the transition between winter and spring. And how the man is, perhaps reluctant to go as he is old and close to death, wanting to savor the moment for a bit longer before pushing into the new year.

Vassiliev breaks up the composition of the photos symmetrically and geometrically, which recreates the images in a whole different way, especially in ‘Before the Sunrise’ where its almost as if he cuts out what would be the peripherals in order to focus in on the silhouette against the warm orange, giving the subject increasing importance and leaving no where else to look other than the white space on either side of the centre.

Before the Sunrise

The main point of my theme, was to imagine Britain (Hastings) in a Soviet dystopia as if the cold war had been a real war and Soviet Union had won and expanded the eastern bloc to the west of Europe, furthermore how this would translate into the graphics produced, showing influences from all different kinds of artists and movements. (Constructivists, Soviet Non-conformist artists)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soviet_Nonconformist_Art

Development -

Taking a mixture of influences ranging across the whole of the 20th century from early Soviet Constructivist propaganda and late contemporary work which shows similar values but in a more artistic and aesthetic composition. The geometric forms of the subjects in early propaganda show influence in the later non conformist art as you can see the artist thinking about the composition in a symmetrical and geometric way when breaking up/composing his/her photos.

I began to split up photos I had taken in Hastings which show off obvious parts of the town. One showing the harbor however, I feel i over edited it a bit which didn't allow the subject of the photo to come through but rather the relief and patterns which i had added.

I focused more on the geometric side of the piece in my first attempt at incorporating Vassilievs style. I think it holds too many colours and tones, however the white space in the middle feels like the sun on the horizon which was what I was trying to go for, producing an effect from nothing other than symmetry and separation.

Here I created a front page for my zine using photomontage and the threshold tool in photoshop which allowed me to get these really detailed black and white versions of the original photos I used and allowed me to put them with each other without feeling out of place. This also allowed me to use bold block colours to break up the composition and having the leading lines coming round and towards the viewer.

Admittedly I used the same composition as Vassiliev’s before the sunrise, however rather than having white space either side i incorporated it into my piece by having the main tallest tower of the building in the middle showing importance and keeping the balance. I then posterized the photo to decrease the detail and make it look and feel more like a painting. Using the burn and dodge tools to adjust the lighting to fit with the borders, these tools really helped bring out the top which does feel very much like a oil painting, they also allowed to fade the images out into the black background easily.

Here i took my photo of my lamp and cut it out geometrically, then overlayed it on the composition using layer blends, which made it feel very much like an eye, almost feeling slightly 3D which made me take this piece even further, to see how far i can take this before it stops working.

I added shadows (block black with the opacity down) to represent the ‘eyelids’ and slightly offset them to give a highlight to the side of the eye making it seem even more 3D. The inside of the eye (the photo) compliments the outside well showing the B/W relief background to balance out against the vibrant colours in the centre.

With the final piece I took it even further and complimenting the blue colour scheme in the middle by adding a dark blue starry night which would give off a surreal and off world feel, and it also gives the subject a sense of place. It essentially being a photo of a building, yet now being an integral, aesthetic part of an eye.

I decided to then create a piece promoting the improvements which are going to be made on the observer building in the near future. Using photomontage with relief and typography to create a varied piece full of randomness with fits together well. The photo of the woman shows off empowerment, linking it with the observer building to show the improvements empower the town itself. the blending options on my lamp photo, eliminate the womans dress, almost as if to personify the observer building and the ‘change’ it is going to go through.

Incorporating more geometric measures I refined this piece to have more place and stand out with fidelity.

I’ve produced a 3d effect using two K like shapes which are filled with a dark grey to blackish gradient, which when used in conjunction with the blending options ‘Color Dodge’ and ‘Linear Dodge (add)’ produce a faint white which fades back and produces depth within the piece. Repeating and fading the typography went well against the new geometric lines which I had created, reinforcing their meaning and presence. This is the final piece for the observer building, as i felt the new effects brought the whole image together well, rather than before, when it felt stretched out and with out a focal point.

Keeping with the simplistic geometric theme I created this opening page for the observer building part of my zine. With gradual white fade in gradients from either sides, which varies the contrast on an otherwise contrast-less area, and keeps the focus on the sign in the middle.

I used Illustrator and then later photoshop to create this piece, taking a photo of the inside of the observer building where there had been graffiti art put onto pillars.

So i decided to super impose the observer sign coming out of the mouth of the graffiti subject trying to give it a floating feel, and after not knowing what to do for a while i added the red and yellow borders which contain relief and also on the left conform with the direction of the sign.

Evaluation

I felt like i explored the extremes of the two influences i chose well (early constructivist propaganda and post cold war non-conformist art) and added my own style/ideas, such as creating the eye out of the photo-montage or slowly developing the observer piece into a proper soviet bloc like final image. I feel like i couldve built up a better narrative to this project rather than having random parts of Hastings under the theme of a soviet dystopia. I hope to show full my narrative skills through image in the final project this semester. Finally I feel like i couldve researched more into other artists and other themes more related to the illustration festival and Hastings other than just Hastings landmarks.

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