Graphic and Motion Designer.
Part Time Photographer.
contact me: email@example.com
Happiness depends upon ourselves.
Maybe it’s not about the happy ending, maybe it’s about the story.
The purpose of life is a life of purpose.
The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra. Happiness is a direction not a destination.
Thank you for existing. Be happy, be free, believe, forever young.
You know my name, not my story.
You have heard what I’ve done, but not what I’ve been through.
Love is like glass, looks so lovely, but it’s easy to shatter.
Love is rare, life is strange, nothing lasts and people change.
Every day is special, so make the most of it. You could get a life-ending illness tomorrow so make the most of every day.
Life is only bad if you make it bad.
If someone loves you then they wouldn’t let you slip away no matter how hard the situation is.
Remember that life is full of ups and downs, without the downs the ups don’t mean anything.
I’m waiting to fall in love with someone I can open my heart to.
Love is not about who you can see spending your future with it’s about who you can’t see spending your life without.
Life is a game for everyone but love is the only prize.
the latest project.
3d animation final project.
song by dream koala
this project tells about someone who lost. dont know what to do anymore. feeling nothing and empty inside. she trapped in the bottom of the ocean. wanted to find a new life. but she cannot do anything…….
tumblrbot said: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine. An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others. And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
written by ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
my introduction motion/broadcast design final project.
teacher: Isha Hening (ps: she is an amazing motion designer)