Skip to main content

B is for Ayodhya

This is Ayodhya.
He is very bright.
Bright, Ayo Bright.

He likes to draw.
Draw Ayodhya, Draw.
Ayodhya drew so brightly
That the Rhode Island School of Design (RISD) called him up
Rhode Ayodhya, Rhode.



Ayodhya did this wicked cool DC portfolio art project
That was clever and [I think] so easy to connect
REJOICE DC FANS REJOICE!

See the portfolio here.

Personal favorites – Lex Luthor, Superman (that one was heights because the guy featured for it actually IS supes type) and Solomon Grundy (oh wow! oh wow! oh wow!) and yesssssss… reverse flash was clever 2.


"Developing the idea of creating work via the destruction, or rather, exaptation of other materials, we were assigned the task of producing 50+ versions of any logo. I chose DC Comics (of course). 5 Heroes were selected, along with 9 villains each, to produce 50 character themed pieces. 2 other works were added, the stencil and the original print-out, to produce 52, the number of parallel universes in the DC Comics Multiverse. I love DC comics with all my soul. Enjoy." - Ayodhya Ouditt

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

B is for Loving Boys

90's boy love - Joey n Chandler.... a moment of randomness between Catharsis videos There are boys I love . And they love me. And we’re open about it. Just last Saturday I got a text message from one of those boys who said “I love you too man” in response to something I said. My boys are artists, artistes, atheists, and agirl (who is in fact one of the boys so hence the addition to the category) fathers, brothers and high school musicals (Jed and Umar will get that one – lol). We share ideas, music, random nothingness and Brent Worthington . We approve, reprove and listen to each other. I think the girl that I end up with must in fact be like the boys I love. Good looks aside… please… have some substance. One of my boys is appalled that I watched Gossip Girl (if you’re going to bash it… know what it is first) and has for this [and other minor reasons] jokingly labeled me a homosexual. But he who looks like Miley Cyrus with rainbow bandanas should not talk [chuckles]. I love my

JUSTICE LEAGUE SPOILER-FREE ISH REVIEW!

B is for The Hand of Gordon (Act 8)

8. And Gordon did look upon the face of the actor, standing at his door. Wet, cold and angry. Gordon invited him in but he refused. He wagged his finger, trying to gather both thought and breath. Gordon turned away for a moment and returned with a towel and a glass. Whisky and water. Mixed. The actor took a sip and was sated some. Presently, he began to yell: “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, GORDON?! WHA… WH… WHAT YOU DO THAT FOR?!” The actor wept. Gordon, not missing a beat took his sketchbook and showed it to the actor. His wet, nubby fingers thumbed through the book growing ever more confused as he did. Gordon’s notes were likened to a physician’s and, quite possibly, only a physician could have possibly been able to decipher it. Possibly. “I don’t understand your handwriting.” “I do. I know what I’m doing.” The finality of that answer was… comforting but the actor required more. “You still have more of that whisky mix-thing?” Gordon turned from his guest, smiling to himself