Animation project 1.

Ink/ pencil: Cut paper animation. Photoshop rendered. Final Cut Pro for sequences. 15 frames per second. Around 300 frames. About 5-6 hours work. First attempt, so there are some errors.
(Read this after viewing to understand a little more clearly.)
Narrative: This is called "In love...?" There is a typo in the title. I'll change that soon. In the beginning, there sits two characters. (Insert Parisian tune and french accents.) The man, with a handsome mustache and fancy purple bow tie and mustard shirt combo. The woman in a purple dress. They are a couple (assumption that they are dating is necessary) sitting in a park enjoying the presence of one another. While they begin to compliment each other, the conversation arises in the form of a crumpled up piece of paper. The man starts by saying that the woman is beautiful like a bouquet of roses. She responds by saying the man is so masculine and resembles that of a "20's body builder." The man then says that she is sweet like candy, lets say like lollipops. She then compliments his handsome mustache, like a Tom Selleck portrait. He is excited to mention his love in the form of a diamond ring, hinting at marriage. She reacts in a nervous shock, which then discourages the man. The ring dream is ruined, causing the ring to fall out of frame, and the conversation to crumple back into a paper ball and fall back into the hands of the man. The scene fades out. End scene is the man sitting alone in a gloomy state, while the conversation rolls away.

Gary Ventura & Ryan Russell, two men that show music.

So i am an avid fan of all kinds of music. There is no genre that i can rule out. But when i get involved with a band, i want to know little details that not a lot of media can express. I like to see images of tour because it puts you into the lives of musicians who are not on stage or not in the magazines. The images put you in the backseat and help you understand what they are involved in when away from the amps and mics. This intrigues me because it allows you to understand lyrics and melodies in a higher depth. It enhances the comprehension. So if interested, i think that checking out these photographer's work would be entertaining, to say the least. Enjoy.
Click below photo for Gary Ventura:


and click below for Ryan Russell:

Martin Schoeller (is looking at you)

I mentioned this photographer as an artist who uses people for portraits, mostly well known faces but sometimes not, and focuses in precise detail in order to show all the flaws and emotions in one face. So often the media uses makeup and digital rendering in order to create an image of a person in absolute beauty. What intrigues me about Martin is that he wipes that all away. Primarily focuses on the facial texture and structure to analyze one's emotions. It gives me shivers on how amazing some of these photographs look. Also almost makes me cry on how he can use a comedian to express a look that is utterly depressing. He did a series with female bodybuilders that made me feel weird. They are tanned to a bright orange, every muscle is sculpted, all feminism is almost hidden. In no shape or form do i think what they do is wrong, it is their life and their choice to feel a form of beauty that i just can't comprehend. But i think that Martin, but using these subjects, was to depict a particular message about these women. How they can be these individualistic females, with different backgrounds, but be in a body that some would not expect. He does that in so many pieces. Jim Carrey is a comedian known for his ridiculous expressions and outbursts of insanity and hilarity. He makes people fall off their chairs in laughter. However, he came out in public interviews not too long ago for having depression. When Martin did a portrait of him, I could see the depression painted all over his face. That's what is so impressive about Schoeller's work. It depicts a caption of its own. Each person can reflect such a strong message through their expressions, obviously Martin Schoeller knows this.

Check out his website at:

www.martinschoeller.com

presentation links

i will be posting the links to all the artists that i presented yesterday in class. i really recommend checking all of them out, as they are highly amazing.

Audrey Kawasaki & her...

Audrey Kawasaki's work has fascinated me. Her medium is mainly oil on wood panel, which i think is absolutely phenomenal in the way she uses it. Usually i don't recommend artists that primarily use nudes based on my own views on this context. But she is just too good at using this art form to keep quiet. Her images are strongly seductive and this may be why eyes are so drawn to them. Or it could be that she uses her techniques to creates a beautiful gentle subject such as a woman and places an organic object or creature to balance the composition. Whatever it is that is so intriguing with her work, it is amazing. Please look at her paintings.

Her website

Her Blog

blaine fontana of wonders.

I've been a fan of Blaine Fontana for a couple years now. His paintings blow my mind. And i'm always so amazed on much effort he puts into his installations. He creates an incredible atmosphere. i strongly suggest you check out his work. i hope i get a chance to see one of these, up close, in the future.

links:
http://www.blainefontana.com/

http://7609studio.blogspot.com/

Sunday prevails. fails.

In an annual aching, traditional sadness. This recognition of those who fly towards the clouds. I am placed within my hometown. Seeking time. Finding stability. Only to come back to a shaky rushed environment. The sun rises too early and I break my slumber mold to wash away the midnight oils. Scrub the yesterdays if you will. Classic attire, to prove personality to myself, no need for others to challenge. Stall my voice for the asphalt paved paths. And crack the morning dryness of my throat as I leave the car. A restaurant smells of overcooked grease and men who lack the commonality of deodorant usage. The ones outside whisper through the breathes of their cigarettes. Ignorant of previous traumatic events. Our colony is placed in the corner to muffle the unnecessary loud conversation. Orders misplaced. Accents misunderstood. Investments spilled upon jeans and jackets, discouraged thoughts with no right to judge. My coffee burns my tongue, so I push it aside. Orange juice stings the wound until I'm left with a mouth too heartbroken to speak. Food is mediocre, but the cash is being spent so I sweep it within. Sniffle and collect myself out the door. The direction is forgotten, U turn and discovered. Wander through the concrete memorials placed in the grass. Imagining the depths of shame. blame. confusion. delusion. whatever followed each last breath. Sad lyrics fall into my head so I sing pass the fallen. We stare. remember. reflect. and place sunglasses upon our eyes doubting the clouded sky. No arms can fully communicate goodbyes. But they try. And so do I.

ill fated memories

I spent the morning creeping under a cotton shield. Lowering the force for dear breathes to harshly escape. There are no moments I wish my body turned and broke this laziness trance that shattered motivation and took opportunities. My voice left a couple days ago without saying goodbye, just packed up his bags filled with songs and helpful advice, and left. I hope that he may return but as these days have preceded, he still has yet to call. But it is typical, he comes and goes every year. This may chance my hopes of benefiting from my words. So I will wait patiently for his return. I appeared later on in the evening nearly cynical, but shrugged off my surroundings and consumed to pass time. As night meets with me, just like everyday, I will spend it accomplishing more than I could of shared with daytime. To be brutally honest, daytime just kind of passes by. Maybe the moon will take a vacation and the sun and clouds will pay me a visit. But until then, I will sit and drink tea with the stars, because they seem to make me smile much more than I can ask of the clouded sky.

Car alarms.

To of which there is silence, there is noise. I feel that every moment where i can find solitude and humility, i am struck down with a crashing force of labor or trials. Where is the freedom of grace or the desire for a well paved flat road. guess there is no excitement within the smooth grain. Friction causes temptation to chain yourself to the happenings that cause you to pull. So in these surroundings where i am able to see light among a cave of darkness. i will sit and struggle to dig through the rocks causing my hands to run dry. what i try to express through these emotions is that even though i know life is a continuance of trouble, i will still try until i can break within the scene of happiness. For what is life without the effort to try for the thing that seems impossible. How do we know that it is out of reach without leaping for it, without using a ladder or a rocket. In every moment where we are knee deep in sorrow, there is someone who is neck deep in crisis and turmoil. I feel i must show the world that there is more. I will try to portray that. You will try to understand it. My stories are words of emotions unheard. We try to convey the things we don't say. But listen and view, each dream you pursue may never come true. But those dreams make you... you.

Twizzlers. Bugles. & Grapefruit juice.

The new year arrived about 9 days ago. So happy new year to those who enjoyed a day of drunken regrets. countdown kisses and changing your lifestyles for a so called "better life." My resolution was to live a natural life. this doesn't mean a strict herbal life. what i intend to do is, reduce the intake of waste that i consume daily. such as junk/fast food, lies, judgment, and false hope. What i plan to do is act how i truly feel without holding anything back. since this is a new year, i want to kick old habits of hoping and failing. instead break through the core of desire and strive for dreams. So what i am announcing publicly is really significant. a plan to basically establish my future. an innovation of saying and not doing. and you will be happy to hear it... when i tell you. stay tuned.

Adhesive American Insight.

It may be through caffeinated hallucinations or intense observations but my eyes stumbled across an odd sight. Driving south, back to a box in which I live. Down for occupation. Anyways, during my travels I followed a Ford Taurus that I crept behind due to slow paced wheels. I spent the clock ticks scanning the rear of this automobile. Located on the bumper was a sticker. I couldn't make out what was on it for a while until I squinted among shorter distance. It said "These colors don't run" located next to an image of the American flag. The colors were nearly faded completely and the edges of the sticker were torn and frayed. Could this be symbolic. To my eyes at this point, everything was. America stood strong with Red White and Blue... in their minds. But these colors have faded and decayed. People don't have the respect they once held. I thought it was rather funny to see a car which chose to pose a fight for patriotism. However, left this adhesive paper to symbolize what once was. A nation that was dominant to a ruin we choose to fall upon our knees. Could this be a metaphor to what we have become? A mere change of heart by the civilization that held together for democracy? Support is failing, where do we fall? The people have chose ignorance to replace unity... when will we find those colors buried in the sand? They may not run but they sure do fade... someone must repaint this empire. Guide the blind through the dark. Hold the hands of children lost. Are these opening eyes? or traveling stares? What once faded over time can be saved. fixed. awaken. For once, stop... look around.
Could this be true?

Maybe I think too much. or maybe others think too little.

Distraction

I am streaming off of the energy that i have consumed. In hopes that this education may be pursued. Instead, i have been distracted by ADD technology creating a reason this insomniac may never fall asleep. So i tip toe among pages of personalities and memories, like an ice cream truck i creep. There is little to none motivation to my continuance of succession. I rather put my gawking eyes towards peoples lives. Feel as if there is a car crash among my computer screen and i cant help but stare. With the finality of my fate, I wish with more conviction i could care. Leave me alone online corruption, i need to work among my scholarly desires and you are a mere interruption. Please let me be a saint, then when i conclude i can be quaint. There should be less creativity towards my life. For this obsession of media is causing me much strife.

Preparation for a Traditional day.

So everyone knows that this fine day of Thanksgiving is among us. Thursday evening, i will be stuffing my face with nearly 2 centuries of America's most precious foods. And i cannot be more stoked on that fact. Family will converse, play, eat, and drown their sorrows with fine liquor. It will be so joyous. I love this day so much in fact that i am preparing. I don't get many meals throughout my daily diet. i spend much time running around and dont pack it in til the evening. Since my fellow friends are leaving town, we chose to spend hours at America's finest, Izzy's buffet. Spent time just consuming so much food that it resulted in 6 miserable stomachs. But you know what!? i am full, still after 4 hours. And i will continue to eat. Because this Thanksgiving, i will be champion. No contest. No food will go untouched. Wish me luck America! i will kick your face in Thanksgiving!!!

Tips for a healthy heart

So. i have been caught reading these little articles on Yahoo health, you know the ones under the icons of smiling faces and cheesy headlines. Every time that i scan through these, they just amaze me on how i have been doing the wrong thing. According to research, it has shown that the ones who express their conflicts and anger have half the risk of getting heart disease compared to the people who keep their conflicts internally. Those bottled up peeps are going to be getting heart disease like crazy. And how taking power naps can increase your life to 100. Power naps being 15 to 30 min naps. But those who lack sleep are prone to have heart complications. And after those articles, i'm on the edge of my seat scared that i will have a dead heart at the age of 40. So basically, this is me informing you to express anger and conflict. Yell at people when your mad. Confrontation is healthy. read the articles. i will post them below. And after your done rippin apart people with your problems with them. Offer to take a power nap with them. get you all refreshed and those problems will melt away. this will offer a healthy and peaceful environment.



Relationship study
Power Nap study