Bad Ad Redesign: Boob Goggles

Everyone reacts differently to art.

So, the task was to take a poorly designed ad, and revamp it into something that doesn't make your eyes bleed when you look at it. Just leak milk, instead.

I selected the ad for the Dirty Show (an annual erotic art show in Pontiac). After making the remaining pages of my sketchbook into what can only be considered porn, I landed on this. Tits for eyes. Or boob goggles, I guess.

I replaced the glitter with some bodily fluids, applied some hand-drawn type, and here we are. 

What's Fashion?

 I'm taking a fashion illustration class this semester.
Clearly, because I am fashionable.

Romney

For an article about Romney's shifting stance on health care. 

Yeah, I'm relevant.

I want to keep working on likeness and exaggeration, because it's FUN. What was also fun was looking up reference. There are a lot of unattractive pictures of politicians out there. I guess that's a danger of talking in front of cameras for a living?

Jungle

So, I got an awesome suggestion to make my meat drawing into a book cover for "The Jungle", from Seabass. This is a little something I have so far, but I've been stuck. I'd like to blame the time of the summer. Can I do that? I think so?

Anywho, help?

Call Me, Maybe?

Help. I've fallen into my sketchbook and can't get up.

MORE:

http://meredithmiotkeillustration.tumblr.com/

Trip

Oh right.

I'm taking a little trip.

I'm giving Detroit a little break from me hanging around all the time, and taking off to bother New York for a few days. I took all my knowledge of perspective and scribbled this out in the middle of my packing mania (which is actually not for my trip, but for my move the day after I get back. Why pack/unpack one bag, when you can pack/unpack so many more?).

Champion. Adventure ahoy.

Faces

 

Things have been pretty nutty here mentoring (corrupting?) high schoolers at the Pre-College program here at CCS, so I haven't been able to devote my time to updating my blog (or I guess I should say blogs) regularly. Clearly, my life hasn't been as fulfilling because of it.

One of the great things about the Pre-College program, in a selfish kind of way, was it got me sketching more. Something about being around a bunch of people who are also super excited about art.  Who knew (ME. I DID. I GO TO ART SCHOOL).

So that's where those two sexy men from above are from. Sketchbook farts. Because I knew you needed an explanation.