Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Bsquared Design

It's about time to put some artwork on here as I've been meaning to for a while. I FINALLY finished my finals, and barring another near meltdown as I experienced this afternoon, I should be good to go after Thursday. All of these were done in the past two quarters.

retro video game illustration, I've become vaguely interested with emulating retro designs lately for some reason.

this is just silly

A fish tie - that's just really silly

And I'm rather pleased with this one. texture credits go to Anna Coffman, she takes amazing texture photos!

the onesie credit goes to Cole Proffitt

So obviously not all of these are meant to be portfolio material, but hopefully some of you enjoy them for what they are as I do. Happy Holidays!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Today I was wondering

Why the Battle we fight is such a hard one; specifically why is it so hard to lead a focused and balanced spiritual life as well as juggling everyday tasks. I'm in the throes of finals now and it's nigh impossible to keep on point with schoolwork. Then it dawned on me that we fight a two front battle. We're distracted from our spiritual life so often because our livelihood is clamoring for attention.

But the kicker is as we neglect our spiritual life to attack the counterpart, we find ourselves struggling even more. Oh, how powerless we are without His grace. I recognize (for those theologically minded who can find loopholes in my argument) of course that the two are inexorable weaving in and out of each other. The purpose of this note is merely to temporarily separate the two as white and yolk to point out the differences in a unified body.

Take Hitler's war, on one front was the Brits and Yanks, and at the backdoor Russia was slowly pounding it's way in. The World war is considered as a whole in our days, but I would bet Hitler didn't see it so singularly. Just something to think on.

-Buck Beymer

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Lets say I believe

In a higher purpose, sometimes in more things than we see on the surface level. My night tonight was rather boring, so I took an idea a good friend started and went on a midnight adventure.

Now if you know anything about denver, perhaps you have heard or deduced yourself that colfax ave is a pretty sketchy place. And in parts I wont deny it surely is. Nevertheless, that is where my adventure tonight took place.

I longboard a lot, I find it relaxing at times, and exhilarating when needed. Every man needs something to do that at any point could go badly wrong. So I'm longboarding down the crappy sidewalk of Colfax, when I happen upon the long dead site of a crash. There's twisted remnants of fiberglass all along the side of the street, and even in the middle of the side street.

I think, "this is great(not the crash part), I can potentially save someone a lot of trouble by removing this urban flotsom from the street. So I do. I keep going. A couple times I stopped at intersections, wondering if I should keep going. I decided eventually to keep going down to Colorado Blvd.

When I got to Colorado, I saw an open convenience store, and as its getting a bit chilly here in early september, decided to go in and get a cappucino. I do so, pay the friendly indian man, use the restroom, and go on my way again.

As I'm walking back towards the intersection, I hear someone call out "austin". Now, its still weird being addresses thus, but it happens enough that I've learned to react to it. So I turn around, and see Hank, we'll call him, a guy I'm acquainted with in my building.

Hank is waiting at the bus stop, he says he's headed downtown to meet up with some people, he hopes. Now to be plain and open, I find Hank to be A Real Nice Guy. Someone who most people regard as pleasant, and very kind. All good qualities.

I wont get into exactly how a man should be viewed and behave, as I'm sure I'll get into that later. But all of this is to say I believe I went and did something bold, in search of a fight in a way, and God gave me what I wanted. In a roundabout God sort of way of course.

You see, that hasnt been the only time I've run into hank outside of my apartments; I saw him briefly at the grocery store one day. And when I see him around home I wonder on many occassions, why he's such a nice guy. Although I've no problem with these qualities, as I've said before, a man needs a little danger to keep his heart alive. Who told him he had to be a Nice Guy?

I feel a certain draw to Hank, is what I guess I'm trying to say. And I wonder if it wouldnt be too prudent to strike up a conversation and query these theories. I wouldnt be surprised if God wasnt laying him on my heart, but I'm also loathe to overspiritualize anything.

Those are my questions for the night.
p.s. If you havent already, I encourage you to read at least a little of my first two posts; they provide insight as to the purpose of this blog.

Friday, September 3, 2010

First let me start

By explaining why I named my blog Temp Work.  Firstly, I'm absurdly horrible about naming written pieces, letters, etc. I really wish I didn't have to write a subject ever time I write an email.  So I decided to name it something I see quite often at school. On our computers there is a folder called 'temp work', that students can put files on to work on for a time; these folders are wiped twice a week.  It's also a reference to my current status in life.  The things I write on this blog will mostly be of things I'm currently pondering, struggling with, or revisiting.  Also I've not been much of a blogger until now, so after a time I don't expect to be writing on here much.

What I've been thinking about lately has largely been triggered by a book I'm reading, Wild at Heart by John Eldredge.  It's brought up a host of questions that I probably won't even get to half of on here.  But for the past few weeks I've been thinking about how I can effectively and rightfully be a witness for Christ in Colorado. 

A brief background as to my current living situation.  Without going too much in depth, I've recently picked up, changed majors, and transferred to the Art Institute of Colorado in Denver, leaving behind the Christian ORU bubble, and a myriad of good friends.  It's been hard, I've struggled, I've taken back some ground, but I'm still learning and overall still way out of my comfort zone.

To give you an insight into my life-I am a follower of Christ, I'm absolutely in love with the God of the Ages; my life belongs to him.  Things I am not: I am not a pushover, I don't over-spiritualise things, I actually don't judge other sinners, and I keep a fairly open mind to how others live without compromising on the way I live.  After all I myself am a sinner, no better, no worse. Now that I'm at a secular school, and through a few revelations, I have come to the understanding that it is my mission to be a witness for Jesus to the lost around me.  Art school in Colorado is certainly a mission field.  Now comes the confession: I don't think, no, I know, that most of the people that I live with or go to school with have no clue that I'm a Christian.  I'm almost ashamed to say that, but I know that shame does not come from Christ and absolutely nothing is gained through entertaining it.  Failures in this life are not final thankfully.

So in short, have I failed? I'm still trying to figure that out. I can list a myriad of reasons why I haven't been the bold, on fire preacher I feel I should be at times. It's the same reason I did it in high school; I don't want to be shunned, discounted, made a fool of.  Except now I feel it's more complicated than that.  I feel that I don't need to be a Paul, preaching the gospel at every turn, to be an effective witness.  But I almost feel guilty for feeling that way.  Because I've heard two different things.  One, is to boldly preach, to be the fearsome lion.  The other, is to be genuine, because people will see anything else as pretense, and people will see right through that and discount what I say.  A good friend told me that one day.  And maybe there's a third option, that I haven't discovered yet.  I have a feeling deep down that there is, and I'm sure I won't know until I've lived it.  Funny how that works.

Why I have acted the way I have I suppose is based on what I've come to believe, and decided to live out. The people of our generation don't need another bible basher to come thump them over the head so they can roll their eyes and check out like youth have been doing for centuries. Nobody wants a self-righteous Christian to point out the errors of their ways, they need someone to guide them, encourage them, give them hope. So I befriend people, try my best to act as kindly as possible within the context of my sometimes sarcastic personality, and if the situation ever arises where I can use my wisdom to maybe shed some light on what's really going on, and get them to ask questions, that's what I want to do.  But is that bold enough?

So to be plain, I'm rather confused, feeling slightly guilty for being a lousy witness, but hopeful. Hopeful that God has a plan for me, that's bigger than anything I can possibly conceive. I know he does. Another good friend told me once that it's foolish to think that we can do anything to alter the plans God has for us. So true, I've always said the same about 'global warming' and how we puny humans couldn't possibly destroy one of God's creations.

I recently was in a big group of people and one girl, rather aggressively, stated she was an atheist; shouting the commonly used phrase "Where was God?" I knew that was an opportunity, but I had no idea how to seize it, because it was a large group, and maybe I was just scared it wouldn't go well.  In retrospect, perhaps standing up to her beliefs would have been a constructive situation for me overall- perhaps then people would have begun to see the full measure of who I am. I believe I'm 'different', and it's my hope that others begin to see that as well. I think that's a huge ministry tool.

What do I do?

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Perhaps I'm just venting

But in my experience that's not completely a bad thing. In fact it is usually quite helpful most of the time. Besides isn't that basically what therapy is?

My purpose for this blog is twofold. One, to spit my thoughts out onto the information highway so I can better analyze them, and perhaps gain insight from an unlikely source. And two, I am choosing to forego the usual Facebook note, because while generally well meaning, friends occasionally create what I like to call "unnecessary social network drama." A blog should help to isolate this.

Please, feel free to comment on anything, thats why I'm writing.