I can tell Tuesday nights are going t0 be rough. At least until May In a word: Lost. By the time the week’s episode is over and I get around to sit in front of the computer (following a requisite, yet somewhat brief, post-ep discussion) it’s almost 11pm. Last night I had it all laid out, the file was ready, and then Illustrator decided to drag its feet. Almost an hour later and things were still moving like molasses in a Minnesota winter. In the end, I started nodding off at my desk, so I decided to bag it and put my #daily365 out in the morning.
Once I took a look at it again in the morning light, what looked good last night now seemed a bit corny. So I decided to re-tool it a bit. I’m not 100% satisfied with the result (I think using a displacement map might have helped), but I’m bound by my time constraints, and I intend to follow and honor them.
A little background on today’s piece:
Although the “official” lyrics in La Borinqueña were written in 1903 by Manuel Fernández Juncos, there is an older set of lyrics, written 35 years prior during one of the watershed pro-independence events in Puerto Rico’s history by Lola Rodríguez de Tió.
