I just wanted to drop in to say the writing and design process for the new stories is coming along. I hope to present some of them soon.
Thanks for standing by!
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Happy New Year!
Wishing everyone a safe and happy 2012. Excited about taking all the new things I've learned in 2011 and putting them into action. Bringing more stories to life with vivid scenes and meaningful dialogue. Details soon....
Monday, December 19, 2011
Blendigo: Year In Pictures
I started 2011 fresh off the contrails of Retrovision's To Dance On Air and the motion of Dancetown. The themes of dance were and continue to be my artistic interest. Like life, not standing still.
I took a moment in the approach to 2012 to think about all the images that I created for the project scenes. I pondered the characters and presentation. A world created without the confines of reality, constantly reminding myself that these are pixels who look like people. A digital world of escape, A world that does not have to be as it is, but as I wish.
That's animation.
2011 saw new discoveries in digital painting. Fresh uses for creating art with text. A faster way to create 3D worlds. Also, my latest love, the traditional comic book look that I hope to present in the incoming year.
New challenges in my world of real and what seems unreal.
The story of Candle Dance became more in focus until it's become so clear it plays like a theater screen in my head. I hope to capture it to the smallest of details.
Discovering the difference between writer's block and writer's brakes. That is wanting to write about something, but not quite willing to and blaming it on lack of focus. Not planning on that route in 2012.
Mistakes. Yes.
Greater depth and determination. Yes!
The above images that I created span the year of 2010 and 2011. I wanted to include more, but I will have to present them in another format.
A special thanks to all of you who inspire me. I wish I could put into words what your support means to me. Thanks so much.
Here's to an exciting 2012!
I took a moment in the approach to 2012 to think about all the images that I created for the project scenes. I pondered the characters and presentation. A world created without the confines of reality, constantly reminding myself that these are pixels who look like people. A digital world of escape, A world that does not have to be as it is, but as I wish.
That's animation.
2011 saw new discoveries in digital painting. Fresh uses for creating art with text. A faster way to create 3D worlds. Also, my latest love, the traditional comic book look that I hope to present in the incoming year.
New challenges in my world of real and what seems unreal.
The story of Candle Dance became more in focus until it's become so clear it plays like a theater screen in my head. I hope to capture it to the smallest of details.
Discovering the difference between writer's block and writer's brakes. That is wanting to write about something, but not quite willing to and blaming it on lack of focus. Not planning on that route in 2012.
Mistakes. Yes.
Greater depth and determination. Yes!
The above images that I created span the year of 2010 and 2011. I wanted to include more, but I will have to present them in another format.
A special thanks to all of you who inspire me. I wish I could put into words what your support means to me. Thanks so much.
Here's to an exciting 2012!
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Storyclips
Before taking a little time to enjoy the season, I created a format for pictures to what I call "ArtSwirld." I think it will make it a bit easier for me to present a montage for each story clip. It's not set in concrete. I'm bound to do something really different. Thinking "freestyle."
Holiday Sweets
Think of it like this, everything in front of you is speaking at the same time.
The holidays seem to give each of us a written excuse from focusing on the normal routine. It doesn't just calmly hand you the pass. It demands that you take it. Sure, you try to ignore the ringing in your ears. Forget it. It's a "Jingle Bells" moment. Imagine trying to have a serious conversation with "Have A Holly Jolly Christmas" playing in the background. Best to choose another time.
So, that's ONE reason why I have my thoughts on "slow down," and one eye on new works to come.
Post holiday treats, I hope.
Enjoy the season. Looking forward to presenting new stories and animations soon.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Fall Back In...
I hope you enjoy the picture that I wanted to share with you this week. I'm hoping to be able to fall back into a regular schedule of creating soon.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Candle Dance Video
Candle Dance....
The streetlights blinked on without having to compete with the stars of a clear night, as it had been quite rainy most of the day. But the usuals were not daunted by the downpours. One by one, or two by two they made their way into the Coney Island, claiming their seat. Creatures of habit. No one dared to venture to a different table or seat at the counter, even if the the creature who claimed the spot was absent.
Feather, one of the new cooks was in a fist fight. But no one moved a brow as the helpless mound of dough took punch after punch.
Clara, a constant, finally spoke up. "Feather, you mad at somebody? Geez."
"He's training to be the next 'feather-weight' champ." That was Wilmer, jumping in from the corner table. It was like that with the Harley night crowd. Easy-going chats. Only winding-down conversations. It was as if everyone silently agreed that the night was too late to get all worked up over someone's words.
They would save that for the morning coffee crowd that dragged in and burst out with the bright sun and a caffeine jolt.
Jandalene got the ice cream parlour side whipped up. Another newbie. She and Feather became fast friends, but neither would admit that the opening for manager position had them in competition mode. Should have been obvious. For every praise that Feather received, Jandalene would give an attention getting throat-clearing, and, "Oh, think I'll check the inventory...again."
Vinton, the owner, loved organization. After all, the restaurant was his 'child.' And, if the 'child' was not happy, the whole house heard about it.
Feather had dreams of his own. Two of them sat as caged cubs in a situation they did not understand. It would be up to him to salvage any of their remaining hopes to be a family again.
Jandalene came in like Feather. A little by chance. A lot by circumstance. She appreciated Vinton's approachable managerial style, still she kept the novel of her life inside. Her blank stare didn't always mean a blank page.
At The Pound Dog, across the street, Minerva stands eyes focused on Harley's through the thick glass door. She turned the open-closed sign. Her daughter put away the last of the dishes, sighed, and was glad the day was done.
Minerva just stood there....
By B.Arnold
The streetlights blinked on without having to compete with the stars of a clear night, as it had been quite rainy most of the day. But the usuals were not daunted by the downpours. One by one, or two by two they made their way into the Coney Island, claiming their seat. Creatures of habit. No one dared to venture to a different table or seat at the counter, even if the the creature who claimed the spot was absent.
Feather, one of the new cooks was in a fist fight. But no one moved a brow as the helpless mound of dough took punch after punch.
Clara, a constant, finally spoke up. "Feather, you mad at somebody? Geez."
"He's training to be the next 'feather-weight' champ." That was Wilmer, jumping in from the corner table. It was like that with the Harley night crowd. Easy-going chats. Only winding-down conversations. It was as if everyone silently agreed that the night was too late to get all worked up over someone's words.
They would save that for the morning coffee crowd that dragged in and burst out with the bright sun and a caffeine jolt.
Jandalene got the ice cream parlour side whipped up. Another newbie. She and Feather became fast friends, but neither would admit that the opening for manager position had them in competition mode. Should have been obvious. For every praise that Feather received, Jandalene would give an attention getting throat-clearing, and, "Oh, think I'll check the inventory...again."
Vinton, the owner, loved organization. After all, the restaurant was his 'child.' And, if the 'child' was not happy, the whole house heard about it.
Feather had dreams of his own. Two of them sat as caged cubs in a situation they did not understand. It would be up to him to salvage any of their remaining hopes to be a family again.
Jandalene came in like Feather. A little by chance. A lot by circumstance. She appreciated Vinton's approachable managerial style, still she kept the novel of her life inside. Her blank stare didn't always mean a blank page.
At The Pound Dog, across the street, Minerva stands eyes focused on Harley's through the thick glass door. She turned the open-closed sign. Her daughter put away the last of the dishes, sighed, and was glad the day was done.
Minerva just stood there....
By B.Arnold
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