City Farm
I’ve been meaning to draw at the local mini-farm for ages. There was one rooster with a hideous but useful disease which revealed some of his featherless anatomy in a kind of cross-section.
I’ve been meaning to draw at the local mini-farm for ages. There was one rooster with a hideous but useful disease which revealed some of his featherless anatomy in a kind of cross-section.
Not much time to draw these days, but there’s always dailies:
We’re all getting kind of tired..
You put up with a lot living in London– basically, things in general not working at all (transport, weather, infrastructure, household mold, etc.). On the other hand, I can personally emerge from work any day of the week and randomly decide to walk to the opera.
Tarted-up sketch of our dailies ringmeister Jan.
“Typically animators drank heavily, both to relieve their tension and loosen their inhibitions; alcoholism was practicaly an occupational hazard, though it may also have something to do with the fact that the kind of men who were attracted to animation were likely to be emotionally stunted and loners, lost in their own heads.” Walt Disney: The Biography, Neal Gabler
I picked up the new biography of Walt Disney, and naturally (as one does), the first thing I did was look up Milt Kahl in the index for outrageous stories. This led me to the above quote. I nearly spilled my martini! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go back to surfing the internet for Harry Potter theories while inventing clever comebacks to things people said to me 10 years ago.
Coincidentally, I was having a conversation with a guy in rigging (at a pub– +1 alcoholic, -1, emotionally stunted loner) about why there were so few female animators. In an effort to give it a positive spin, he suggested that animation required a level of self-absorption most girls don’t have (except I suppose for Paris Hilton). Poor fellow was kind of stuck insulting me one way or the other!
Some little chameleon studies for the film I’m working on at the moment.
Cute little dudes, chameleons, but the colour-changing thing doesn’t live up to the hype. It’s sloooooow and mainly goes from ‘brownish’ to ‘brownish-green’. According to National Geographic, they can change colour in about 20 seconds, which they seem to think is impressive. Pah! Now an octopus, that’s impressive… Read More…
If I don’t run fast enough to dailies, I have to sit on the floor and not on the comfy couch. It’s better for drawing though!
Sketched on the underground, tarted up with digital washes.