Polack

[brandonpolack]

Product shots

[brandonpolack]

[brandonpolack]

[brandonpolack]

Epcot - Italy

[brandonpolack]

Beethoven drawing finale

[brandonpolack]

The Internal Perception Of The Deception Of Perception

2D Design Final Project

[brandonpolack]

[brandonpolack]

[brandonpolack]

[brandonpolack]

[brandonpolack]

[brandonpolack]

[brandonpolack]

[brandonpolack]

Agony For The Apathetic

We're in someone's basement. It's me and two other people. One that I know, and the other who is apparently trying to fight both of us. My friend says "kill him", as I proceed to shove my spear into the guy's chest. We stand there a moment, waiting, but the man doesn't die. He falls back and slumps into a chair. Feeling sorry and wanting to save him from agony, I tell my friend to finish him. Quickly and without hesitation my acquaintance slits the guys throat. A thin trickle of blood travels slowly down his neck. He remains alive, gazing at us. My friend picks up a sword and swings it at the guys neck, slicing all the way through. His head stays in place for a moment, then starts sliding back off his body. My friend catches it and puts it back in place. The bleeding man grabs the sword and tries to throw it at us, ending up in the wall. My friend takes the sword, throws it at the guy, and it pierces straight through his stomach. He still does not die. Somehow he ends up laying face down on a pool table nearby that has soda fountain machine on it. I separate his head slightly from his body, but find that his spine and nerves still hold his head together. I tap the sword to his spine and find it's made of some type of metal, judging by the loud clang I hear. I decide to finally put an end to this guy's seemingly nonexistent agony. I bring the sword behind my head and swing it mightily down toward his metal spine. It doesn't cut through on the first swing so I continue to hack away at it until it finally finds a way through. A woman walks into the room and kindly asks if he's dead yet, to which we respond negatively. We even ask him if he's still alive, and he blinks and says "yes". His face is turning whiter and whiter as time passes by. I find that there are still a bunch of cords attaching his head to his body. I hack away at the chords, over and over again, slowly but surely cutting through each one. As I cut through the final cord and peer over to look at his face to see if he's alive or not, I roll over and open my eyes to the red fabric covering my pillow...

[brandonpolack]

A Mid-Fall Night's Dream

It was in the afternoon of a beautiful but hot fall day. I'm in a house that belongs to my aunt and uncle, but not the current house that they own in real life. The day feels like it's Thanksgiving and my cousins and I wait for family and friends to arrive. A beautiful blonde girl, apparently a friend of my cousin, walks in and I stare at her with delight and wonder. I know I will talk to her at some point that evening but then again probably not because I'm always too scared to talk to girls. I walk outside where I find my dad sitting in his red miata with the top down. I sit in the passenger seat next to him, and after realizing it was too hot, I take the windshield sun reflector and hold it above my head to deter the sun from beating down on me. Some random guy is talking to my dad about his car, then I look over and that same guy is trying to get in the passenger seat of the car next to us. It takes him a good bit to contort his body in a certain position in order to fit his apparent gimp leg into the car. His leg looks like it can't bend properly so he has to fit it in like a puzzle piece. As I leave my dad's car I notice a bunch of people getting in a car and leaving but I don't ask them where they are going. I then find myself inside the house sitting at the dining room table with a bunch of people that I don't know. All of a sudden we hear the front door swing open. The sounds of a woman screaming, and yelling from the men who just entered, start to get closer. One guy at the table says to everyone in a very calm yet sincere voice, "there's a knife on the side of your chair and a gun on the front". He sounds like Liam Neeson in Taken when he's telling his daughter that she's going to be taken by the men. I drop down to the floor in search of the described locations of the weapons as the men come into the dining room. From underneath the table I can see the men's feet walk into the room. I spot a very sharp and pointy knife clipped to the side of the chair and I grab it. I then notice the "gun" in a holster on the front of the chair although I become skeptical of how I'm going to come out of the situation alive because it's a very tiny firearm like the kind that prostitutes would carry strapped in their boots. I see one mans feet walking closely behind another man that was previously at the table. I assume that he is a hostage by the way his feet stagger slowly as they come closer towards my side of the table. Just past them, standing in the doorway, is one of the men nonchalantly holding a gun by his side as if he was only overlooking the situation. I made a sudden decision to poke out from under the table for a second and he quickly looks right at me. With a quick gleam of light reflecting off the knife's sharp blade, I quickly throw it as hard as I can at him. It spins and spins until finally it pierces straight through his skull between his eyes. He's surely dead but for some reason he doesn't fall over. I go back underneath the table and see the man still holding the hostage. I pop out from underneath the table, pull up the gun, and shoot the bad guy thus releasing the hostage. I see another bad guy coming towards me as I cock the gun to shoot once more. The gun is so hard to handle because of its tiny size and doesn't always work even if I'm able to pull the trigger. For some odd reason, the bad guy doesn't decide to shoot me as he watches me struggle to successfully fire the prostitute pistol. Instead of dealing with my dilemma I crawl back under the table and make my way toward the other side of the table. I pop out from under the table and stand to my feet as I make a break for the back door. I look back and notice one of the bad guys chasing me. I turn forward again and see that only a door with a large window separates me from my possible freedom. If I don't open it quick enough the guy will surely catch up to me. At the last second, I make the sudden attempt to just break through the windows of the door. Unfortunately I don't try hard enough and end up slamming into it allowing the bad guy to catch up to me. We get into a quarrel and start grabbing each other. I finally push him off of me and take the opportunity to open the door and run out of the house. I run along side of the home taking notice of my dads car in the street. As I approach the driver's side door I see the bad guy in plain sight after turning the corner of the house. I quickly fall to the ground in hopes that he has not taken sight of me. I can see the guy looking for me behind the other cars near me. I slowly open the car door only hoping my dad left the key on the floor mat in case of these types of emergencies....  

[brandonpolack]

[brandonpolack]