Literature on Painting out UI
As I stare at the screen, the infinite canvas bathes me in its light.
I constantly think of the composition.
I wonder about the subject.
I seek the right materials to paint-out the UI.
I try to find context through the research I’ve been doing, constantly going back and forth to my notes.
I am the painter trying to make sense of the modern canvas.
I apply what other masterpieces have done before me.
I let out a sigh of dismay.
I grunt as I disgust myself.
I glee as I hold onto new materials.
I find meaning with each stroke of key.
I exuberate at the creation of an underlying structure.
A distant voice repeats, it is that of Picasso’s.
Good artists copy, great artists steal.
I visualize, express what’s inside of me.
I toil at creation.
The constant enactment of expressing what’s on my mind is letting my brain sweat.
I am constantly drawing to find the perfect line between space.
I am in search of the perfect curve of that magnificent body.
I take a step back and criticize my own methods.
I krill at the thought of giving my work to the world.
The world is in need of UI artists.
Artists whom know how to struggle in creative dialogue.