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Nov. 20th, 2009

inspired!





I had to type this and then post it because it is very much relevant to my current situation.

Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood, is the first animated show to get me excited about animation in a very long time.

Seriously.

It isn’t one thing about it exactly, but a myriad of things.

The animation is top notch,
the charas are wonderful,
the colour is always executed beautifully,
The Bgs (backgrounds) are always wonderfully designed and never fail to enhance the mood of the scene,
and the story is so top notch it scares me.





About a month ago I found out from my friend LD, that the crew working on FMA: brotherhood are actually producing this show in correlation with its weekly premiering on television!

Yeah, you heard me right!

These guys crank out this show in a week and then show it!

That’s awesome!

It’s so awesome it’s wawesome!




For all the years I have been watching Japanese animation, ( many… MANY years)
I never knew this was standard practice among animation studios, putting out work for network television.

MAN.

The latest intro alone gets me all jazzed up to want to work on animation.





And to know so much power lies behind this work, it’s not intimidating as it was for the first hour or so when I learned of their work methods.
(yeah, I reflected on how slow we do things here in the states, and got all sad faced.)
( I was honestly ashamed at the fact that it made us look spoiled & lazy)
(and just in it for the money Vs. the love of the art-form, in general)

I got over that because I realized, I’m not my animation predecessors.
I am almost nothing like the animators who have come before me.
I can take this thing that I have learned and apply it to myself, and produce something that I can be proud of just like BONES, the studio who produce the show.
(sorry Japanese language only, if you have the patience... use google translate)

You have my admiration and respect to the fullest fellas, thank you for being such an inspiration.

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Nov. 9th, 2009

STYLE?

 I’m currently working on my senior animation and thesis, 
Roland and his Magical Jelly Boots.

Actually we don’t do senior films at aia, or thesis papers which kinda’ sucks because I consider myself a bit of a smarty pants know it all.
And in my 4 years of exposure to this world called animation I have come to many realizations.

I will post both in the future once they are completed.

The film unfortunately won’t be completed before I graduate, since that will be in like one semester.
(crosses fingers, prays to the all saints, sacrifices a honeydew melon)

Here are some pages from the “bible” I’m creating for the film in my visual development class.
The end “bible” is going to be in a swf. format that will be clickable. 
It’s awesome!
No need to make numerous copies, just send out files!
Who needs all that paper trash?










So… on to the crazy Solomon Mars ranting portion of the blog.

Yay!

We have both the pleasure and the unfortunate...ness(?) to be in this particular branch of the medium of art.

I say unfortunate because, in all of art and art history a single artist generally worked years and years to craft and master his/her skill, his/her style.
Never truly ever getting to that point, but always creating a public persona in which it seems that they have.

Advertently, or inadvertently.

The artist is probably the most self analytical and
self critical person of profession to walk the tides of history.

yes, now we're walking on water!
historical, space-water!

sheesh!


So… it’s not a bad thing to have your own style.
That’s my point.

Animation in many cases would lead you to believe otherwise.

I attend classes, and everyone wants me to illustrate characters “outside of the box”
what box?
Why a box?

They want me to work in styles I would normally not.
Why?

I have worked for more than 25 years at creating and developing this style.
I have watched it grow and evolve from the awkward scribbles of my kindergarten years to slightly more coherent scribbles in my senior year of college.

Why would I do something different when I have worked so long and hard to develop something that creates and obvious stamp of identity in other peoples minds.

They know my work when they see it, that makes me feel like I got something accomplished.

Granted, yes, many if not most of the “masters” as we deem them could travel beyond the self afflicted boundaries of their primary style, and so can I.

But, I love my primary style.
It makes me happy to work.

whatever.

This was just me thinking about something that was said a few weeks ago in a class.

 
 
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Nov. 6th, 2009

Who?... oh, THAT guy

 




An illo I did in an hour for a PRoV contest.

Just having fun.
No one seems to know this guys name. He was in one episode, and only appeared for like 20 seconds before being decapitated by O.S.I. agents.

fun!
(destro anyone?)
<it's cool...OSI are GI JOE... only, awesomer!>

GASP!... id I just say that?

I also built a S.P.H.I.N.X. logo in Illustrator to go with it.



I assume there would be one out there on the interwebs... but nope.

not even an official one.

sad.

maybe they will make a shirt?

hint, hint, wink, wink, nudge, fellas'.

Nov. 5th, 2009

smashing through windows with a katana in my hand!





 I have to write this as it is becoming a concern to me.

It’s 4 a.m. and I just awakened from a dream.

Not a nightmare mind you
(though I had an entire night of those about two weeks ago,
which hasn‘t happened in like 6 or 7 years.)
but a dream. 
A very realistic and yet disturbing dream.

The basis for it is my current reality.

This has to be put out there because I gave advice to a really great artist and animator that I know personally, after they put it all out online in a journal entry.
This advice I gave them while good, is a bit hypocritical… at least in the sense that I presented my self as with false virtue to a degree… no, that’s not true, I told the artist that I too was in a similar situation as they were.
But… the fact that I was giving out advice, that I myself should be taking bothers me.
I stand firm by my advice to the artist, get a car. Get an apartment, and get the fugg outta’ that situation.

Cars are quite liberating in this city.

In most.

Which is a perfect segue into the next topic. My situation.

The guy my mum is barley calling her boyfriend these days, is still here.
I can’t understand why.
She tells me he is going to be leaving soon, but I don’t believe her.
And this is because he didn’t get the boot after he “lost” (or had stolen she never quite told me the full story) her car… AGAIN.

That’s right, AGAIN.

This has happened once before, and I am fully convinced the man is what is considered by many as a "functioning junkie." 
( I know the two terms would seemingly negate each other, but it does happen.)

I won’t get into the specifics of his addiction of choice, but I will say it is one that leads people to do insane things like lose a frikkin car! 
After being MIA for several days.

I don’t know what is going on in my mums head as she didn’t put him out immediately.
She eventually had to pay a large sum of money to get her car back, and I’m fairly certain her insurance company is debating dropping her since this has happened twice in a span less than 6 months.
This happened in mid-October.

Now the part that involves me dreaming, is that since he began making a permanent presence in this house, I have been having increasingly detailed dreams in which I have conflict with him. They have escalated in degree, from mere verbal back and forth to what has been becoming more and more physical.

Now in reality this does not occur as he stays on his side of the house and whenever he feels the need to come within my radius, he makes sure not to come to close to me.
Seriously, I have seen this guy almost kill himself trying to get out of my way.
And he’s MUCH bigger than me.

But I digress.

I just came out of a dream in which a crescendo occurred, an I… LOST it.

Seriously.

Anything which involves someone having to escape you by peeling out in a taxi as you push your way through a window, at which you chase the car while unsheathing a katana
(which I really own btw)
well….
it ain’t a good thing.

The most disturbing part is not that I finally and completely lost control and went mad with anger, but that the entire time this little boy was in my house.

Yeah.
Some strange little boy.
There are no boys in my family except for me.
 
And he… was not me.
He was this short, round, brown kid.
And what disturbs me is, I think I know who he was.
My passive nature.




The whole time he was trying to distract me with other things, as the dreams events
(there were many leading to the crescendo) escalated.

At one point near the end he tried distracting me with the task of finding and hooking up a Nintendo Wii for him.

I don’t even own a Wii !

But what disturbs me most is… he failed.
And in essence I failed.

In reality I control myself. 
I had a crazy teenage, as I often gave into anger at the drop of a dime.
I don’t know when it happened, but at some point it just went… “POOF” and I found serenity.

But this guy obviously posses a new threat to that serenity.
He has no job, nor does he plan to look  for one, he takes advantage of my mums kindness and apparent weakness, he eats non stop, he pulls stupid hair brained things like taking the car and vanishing for many days an nights. He's obnoxious, he's vehemently racist, 
did i mention he's a junkie.

a loser to the core.

(that's the stumper. I don't know why my mums even with him. he is beneath her.)

My mum has a bad habit of taking pity and taking care of people.
people who only take advantage of her.

I’m convinced he has cost her, her health, as she as been under the weather for a while now, at one point leading to what my sisters and I preserved as a major bout of depression, in which she didn’t go to work.

And yet… here I stand…rage-less, and without his blood on my fists.
Odd, yet it makes sense.

This isn’t my war, nor my battle, it is my mum’s.
and she has to defeat these daemons which have manifested themselves in a very physical way.
If I do, she learns nor gains anything.
At least that’s what my sisters say.

“sigh”

But as I said before, I was most disturbed by the fact that in essence I failed through not being passive or heeding the calls of my passive nature.
I fear I could give into the rage that exists somewhere ( I guess) in the back of my mind.

Err… is this passive /aggressive? 

Hrm…

The point is… it is affecting my productivity as an artist.
And that is affecting my work at school.
And school is fastly drawing close to it’s end.
And the advice I gave to … that artist… should be something I think I should take into self consideration.

Seriously.

I have to get out of this.
I don’t want to abandon my mum, but this is about my mental health, and my life, and how this is breaking it into small fragments.

An artist can NOT be creative or productive in an environment which is hostile to their nature.
It’s impossible.

“sigh”
It’s a sad state of affairs.

I think I'll go run now.

Nov. 1st, 2009

I’m a survivor!







(a short post, no art to show)

It's November 1st!

which means... I missed the Atlanta Zombie walk this year.
I don't even think I was at school when it happened, so I can't use that as an excuse. 
I just flat out missed the boat.

it's okay, it was infested with zombies!

 Going into Zombies or the love and/or infatuation for/with them.

With Left 4 Dead 2 right around corners I have been thinking about one of my favourite genres again.
Horror.
But to be more specific “survival horror,” which has many variations from Alien to Shaun of the Dead.

Now Left 4 Dead (which will be hence forth referred to as L4D) is this great game that came along and blew socks off of so many people, I for one was on high alert with this title at all times. It’s epic and full of zombies it created for me this crazy heart palpitating moments, that was like watching a really great film.
It’s really great I actually liked it. 
The other day my little sister went into my bathroom, and in there I have a few assorted magazines and a couple of good books. One of the books just happened to be The Zombie Survival guide by Max Brooks. (if you have not read this, you should, then read World War Z which is like the survival guide applied to actual situations and the outcome for those who do and do NOT follow it.)
So, she stares and at me and repeats to me the name in a questionable , you can’t be serious tone.
The man is good, he knows what he’s doing and he presents it well.

Zombies mean nothing to my sister than some stupid movie monsters who, are too dumb to duck when you point a gun at them.
Whatever.
But it got me thinking about what zombies actually do for me, mean to me.
Zombies present to me and I’m actually thinking a lot of people 9because so many people it seems these days like zombies. I guess t was never really a small fan niche sort of thing (except in the very beginning) but with the crowds that I’m exposed to now a days, in school and online, the advent of the zombie is in full swing.

I think from a psychological stance zombie lore, across all mediums, pleases that part of us were we’re all “trapped” in this very “comfortable” existence.
I mean… I live in the freaking suburbs of Atlanta!
Granted it’s only 15 minutes up the street until I hit the city center  (by car) but I live in the suburbs for crying out loud!
I don’t live in some hard core city central, where things are all ghettoized like video footage that you see of 1980’s New York.

No.

Yeah, people did and do, get shot.
Crime happens regardless, but when you’re stacked up on top of one another it gets thick really fast and tempers often hit full blown super nova.

Old New York.

People moved from NY to Atlanta in the early 90’s to get away from all that. 

But for the most part I live very comfortable and nothing really ever happens.
And the horror/survival-zombie genre  plays to that part of me that… looks for adventure.
The idea that all my comfort has been stripped from me and now I have use my human self to find a way to continue living.
The escapism of the survival genre, of just surviving in general.
It’s why some people (myself included ) go camping in the mountains. 
To strip away the layers that have been sugar coated on top of life by the comforts of modern society.

Escape.

And survival.

You have to forage, and tough it out.
And I like that. And I don’t think a lot of people outside of the lovers of the genre understand it.
But that’s what I have come to as an understanding of why I personally like it.
I just like zombies and survivor genre books, films, and games.

I always have.
Honestly, my entire childhood, my upbringing was based around, disaster films, horror films, (and cartoons of course) and so, I think that’s what it is.
Not really wanting something so horrid as a zombie apocalypse to happen, but the idea that if it did… maybe I would have a chance.
And maybe my life would feel more meaningful.
Escapism, fantasy, role-playing, and…
Yeah.
Heh

L4D2... Can’t wait.

Oct. 26th, 2009

Go Team Venture!

 



Yeah so, since I don’t have a lot of new things to show of my own, (explanation further in the post) I’ll talk about other peoples stuff.

       Firstly…

The Venture Bros. is back on the air!
WOO HOO! 

Rejoice people!

I SAID REJOICE!




“ahem”

So, the show is two episodes into their two part season (ala’ south park) and so far… they have not failed to deliver the smart, witty, dark, and intriguing stories that many, MANY a fan have come to love.
Oh, and the arts good too.



Naw, I’m just joking the animation is getting better an better with each new season. I think I have voiced my concern with this as, if the animation gets too good, then production costs will go up, and if they go too far up the show will get axed.
It seems to be the way things go in the industry… sad.

But, I could go on for days about how this could be solved without the need for runaway production, aka outsourcing…
but I won’t.
(stop clapping, you.)




I’m too happy for all that angry animator crud today… lookit that, I used the word crud!
Not even crap!… CRUD!

Okay, I’ll stop.

I don’ want to create any spoilers because I know there are a lot of people both in the U.S. and globally who are not able to see these new episodes right now, and that sucks monkey chunks.
I will say this… they gave Brock his blue eyes back!




This may not seem like a lot, but as an animator, a detail like that is something that changes a character for you.

So… okay I had a conversation with one of my teachers the other day about the legality of online content, that shouldn’t be online.
I was saying that for me personally I would take it as a complement, to which he responded in a snarky tone, “that’s a very bohemian way to think.” and then he proceeded to go on about peoples families and homes and blah blah blah… I can’t remember it all.

But because he’s a bit of a conversation hog, I didn’t really get to make my point. And my point is this we live in a world in which information is constantly at the ready, the click of a finger. 
To me that is both scary and wonderful.
I frequently come in contact with communities that acquire information (shows, books, sometimes music) that isn’t readily available to the rest of the world. 
And that sucks.

The fact that this information isn’t available to the world.
Someone else is deciding that there is no market for this or this here in the states, someone else has taken it upon themselves to decide they are in charge of what information and entertainment I would actually like.
All of this based on things like nielsen ratings, and market research done in small rooms where people watch you behind one way glass.

Creepy.



This is actually reason number ONE, why I don’t own a television set OR a radio.
I want to choose what I like, what is good, and what is entertaining for me.
And with the internet… I can!

Now the collective mentality is that the internet is some untamed wild west with no sheriffs or laws.
Each of us is our own sheriff or rather moral fiber is, and each of us is the law.
Rules are as simple as if you like, enjoy, love, or are truly a fan of this (work) then support the creator(s) and purchase a legal copy of (whatever it is) after watching or reading or what ever it is that you did or do.
And you know what?… people honour this communal law.
I go to conventions and I see them purchasing the works and merchandise affiliated with the things they love. And this is awesome to me.

Because it’s about LOVE.
 
The most complex part of human nature.



I mean sure, you always will get the rouge bandit or group of pirates who by no means will give back from which they take or support the creators so that they can continue bringing us all the things we love… but they are of course leechers… and they get little respect out in the inerwebs.
I take, but I also give back…an no I don’t just mean within the community. I give back to the creators… and no, not because I care that they have a family, or they have to pay rent. People who aren’t creative do that stuff!
No, I give back because I too am a creator and I know how it feels when you put your heart and soul into something for other people, whether it be friends, family, your online community, or the global range of strangers.

As to why I would encourage people to take my work an distribute it throughout an online community?…

Well, duh!

They just took my work and distributed it through an online community!
This is lie free publicity people! 
People who have never heard of your work, will suddenly become aware of it.
People will have access to you the creator that previously didn’t exist.
And this… is a good thing.

For me, when they come to the hub from which all my work comes from, they will encounter a REASON to purchase that book or that DVD, or that what ever.
You have to have a reason for them to want the work from the creator.
LOVE.

You give love, you get love.



That’s why I have watched episodes of the venture bros. online for free, and hell I even downloaded the entire season 3 as it premiere on my computer. (I’m brilliant like that), but I knew when that DVD came out I was going to buy the heck out of it!

And I did!
And I’m happy to know that Jackson feels about the same way.



This is a progressive mind at work, a creator who gives love and gets love. A creator who knows both his audience and the online world.

This is not bohemian mentality, this not a war we’re at, if this was, then everyone who is apposed to this sort of thing has already lost.

You don’t fight this sort of thing, you embrace it, from that embracing, you will gain a greater understanding of the thing. 

And with this greater understanding, you will find ways to earn your money if that is all you care about.
But it will show, and the people will call you out. 
And they can, and will destroy you.
It happens all the time.
Online community are the new pulse of this world. When they get together and hate… it’s like an open wound in a piranha tank.



Feeding time!

If you love that which you create… it will also show.
The people will love, they will care, and they will honour you and your work.
Anyone who is a part of one of these communities (or more than one) will tell you there IS integrity.
Don’t give into the belief that it’s all piracy on the high tech seas, THAT is the spin created by someone who is both afraid of change, and who cares about nothing more than profit.



My point was that this isn’t about playing robin hood and dogging out the proverbial “man” (even though the animation industry is run by many non artistic, suits… sigh) 
this is about being progressive and moving forward with the future.
No one’s being “taken for a ride” unless you stepped into that car as a passenger instead of  a driver.
I just thought that up… you like?

 
Bottom line… there is integrity in the interwebs.

OKAY. 
 

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