S.R. Wild: Artist and Graphic Designer

A Wild Doll

19:02
9
June
2008

parts for the wild doll collage S.R. Wild Doll

Late Saturday night, I took some photos and assembled this little collage to submit to the 2008 Candleblog is People annual reader collage. I think the heat and lack of sleep fried my brain.

Ladies

22:20
11
February
2008

KK Booty Collage

The ladies love me… no, that’s not true… a lady loves me… wait, that’s not exactly true either… a lady tolerates me… occasionally… yes, that’s it. Anyway, this lady sent me some saucy photographs she took of herself, which were a welcome surprise to see in my inbox this evening after a hellish day. Being the I-can-do-something-with-these sort of guy — especially when there are semi-nude photographs involved — I messed around with them and made a little something (prints are available in our store that has yet to be created). Of course she blurred out her breasts so I had to guess (they look a bit off, I’ll have to fix them; sorry if I got the size wrong). I’m not going to post the original photos; I can’t afford to piss anyone off and I occasionally need to talk to someone other than myself, my coworkers, and that weird lady that asks me for a quarter everyday.

This is sort of a test. I’ve had the idea of doing something like this for awhile. The hard part is finding a source for materials. Not for the random bits of textures, I have plenty of those, but for models — human models. I’ve posted on here many times and asked around, but no one seems to be interested. The only one who’s interested is the same one who sent me the photos — she’s been my model for years. Unfortunately, she lives on the other side of the lake. If you know anyone who would be interested, contact me.

Also, when I got home from the office this evening, my roommate wanted me to take some photos of her to send to someone. Being the nice guy that I am, I obliged. It made me laugh.

Skully on a Bearskin Rug

Yup, there’s nothing like messing around in Photoshop after working in Photoshop all day at work. I suppose it’s good thing, I’m getting better at it. Besides, there’s not much else to do: it’s cold, my car is still buried from last week’s snow, and I need to keep busy.