Wednesday, March 16, 2011

boards boards boards! from Boston

Hello from definitely NOT Los Angeles! My brain has definitely decompressed in the last few days. The other day it was snowing so I ducked in a bookstore/cafe, grabbed some soup, and got some storyboards down on paper. Huzzah! Here's some photographic proof (taken with my phone, hence the fantastic resolution).

And it's on 7x10 paper, too! O snap!! Well, it would have been kind of difficult to walk around with my 12x18 big stack-o'-newsprint. It's almost as if I'm... adapting. Scary.

Spring Break has covered a year's worth of weather: solid overcast, snow, super sunny, and now rain. But you know what? I have a raincoat. So there. The show must go on! And it's my birthday, darn it!
Here marks the turning point in the preproduction of my thesis. From now on, things will be AWESOME. Do it to it!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Visual Development

O HOLY COW I went a little nuts looking for pics to accurately try to sum up everything that's buzzing around in my head. To be truthful, though, the visual style for "The Fountain" is probably the most solid thing about the film; I've known exactly how I want it to look since day one.

Rather than spam up the post with a bunch of differently sized images right now, I will resize them, maybe even make an influence board/chart (ooh! fancy) and repost it later. Until then, please watch this for a good idea of the role that color will play (or what I want it to play).

Mark Osborne's "More"
http://vimeo.com/988244

Also, check out these buzzwords:
futurism
german expressionism
art deco
Tim Burton (also for color, and angles! Oh my, the wonky angles.)
Gotham City (any designs, but with the white/grey coloring. this also counts for Tim Burton, too...)
"The Fall" movie (also also color and angles. and absolutely AMAZING shot composition)
Hugh Ferriss (amazing renderings of architecture and visions of metropolis in the early 20th century)
Gehry. 'Nuf said. Just look at his buildings. Do you see any right angles?
Fritz Lang (METROPOLIS!!!)
Shaun Tan
forced perspective and anything off-angled or warped
restricted color
paper cutouts / texture


Oh... ok, here are a few pics for now, because I'm nice and these are my absolute favorite. More to follow.





Some more colorful ones:




Thursday, February 10, 2011

Teaser for tomorrow...


Here are Penny and Arthur pulled from their character design sheets.
... I have no idea what Penny is wearing. It just... happened. And she's smiling! Rare thing.

Full character designs with turnarounds will be up after class tomorrow. Until then, here's a teaser.


Sunday, February 6, 2011

TREATMENT

TREATMENT: The Fountain

The world is populated by people that would otherwise be ordinary except for the fact that their fingers are made of crayons, chalk, pencils, and other drawing implements. The children have the longest fingers, as they have not had much time to use them yet. Our story centers on a young girl, Penny. We meet her at school, surrounded by children running, laughing, playing, and drawing all over everything. She sits, dejected, as her fingers appear to be fountain pen nibs. It becomes apparent that Penny cannot draw, as she has no ink. The other children laugh at her.

This continues on through high school. She tries to draw using paint from a boy with brush-fingers, Arthur, but it only dries up. One day, Penny returns home to mope in her room. She sits on the bed hugging her knees to her chest. She squeezes her arms trying to get a hold of herself and scratches them in the process. Inky blood seeps from the fingermarks on her arms. Shocked, Penny is frozen for a minute, then begins to write on the wall. It works.

A number of years have passed. We see her walking around downtown and everything in grey, muted, and expressionless. By the time Penny is an adult, her classmates’ fingers have all worn down to artless nubs. They are now drudging businessmen drones, lacking any semblance of individuality. Penny tries to be a part of the workforce, but all of the employers judge her for her pen-fingers. They have not worn down at all. In fact, they are sharper than ever. She wears long sleeves, too, that occasionally seep ink from inside. Workless, she returns home. This time, though, her house is full of etchings, cartoons, and wall upon wall of words: essays, poetry, and everything in between.

One day she finds Arthur milling around downtown mindlessly. She tries to snap him out of it, but it is difficult. It isn’t until she leads him to her house that he sees her art and becomes like his old self. His fingers, though, are still woefully bare. He convinces Penny to share her art with the world. She is uneasy, but agrees.

They gather some pieces of art and take it downtown to show it to people on the street. As soon as a piece of art is thrust into someone’s face, they seem to awaken as if from a trance and once again become animated, smiling and sharing it as they turn to others.

Penny’s art is a hit. We see it quickly gain popularity. People start coming to her house to admire the walls. When it gets too full, art shows start springing up around town. Everyone flocks to her exhibitions and upon leaving they each seem livelier and less of a drone. Arthur is overjoyed and Penny could even be described as confident and optimistic.

After a few weeks, however, things grow out of hand. People become obsessed with Penny’s ability to create art while the rest of the adult world can no longer do so. What starts as a few people requesting commissioned artwork quickly escalates to demanding more and bigger things. They hunt her down, begging her to create. Art consumes her life: she sits at home all day and night, bleeding out her work.

Penny becomes overwhelmed by the demands put on her. She turns inward and lets fame carry her away. Arthur recognizes that Penny cannot take the pressures of the world and tries to reason with her to stop, but it is too late. She has grown weak and eventually ‘runs out of ink’ and dies. The world realizes the sacrifices Penny had made for them and mourns the loss of a great artist. They return to work, though not quite as dull and emotionless as before: Penny’s art stays displayed, reminding them that they still have the potential to be individuals.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

First art for "The Fountain"!!

If not apparent by now, I think I'm going with "The Fountain" as my thesis animation. Woohoo! Scroll down a few posts for the premise.


Doodled these in class today. I'll clean them up this weekend, but I wanted to get them up before my scanner got buried in the storm of clothing, notebooks, high-heels, and lacrosse gear that inevitably tears through my room every Friday afternoon to Sunday night.

It's Arthur!! Older and younger versions. And a few doodles of Young Penny, which I've decided I need to re-do... umm, please ignore the dinosaur-bird in the top corner. There's also a weird zoomed-out view of a camera move I want to do through Penny's hallway (without the drawings on the walls yet), kind of like a reverse trombone-shot with a little bit of a warp thrown in. It works in my head, ok...


Wednesday, January 26, 2011

PREMISE # 4: something completely different

I call it "Mimesis"

Nothing really solid to write here other than it would be dreamscapey (but not cliché!), more like a lucid dream/stream of consciousness swim through a 3D space (in Maya) with bits of 2D animation (traditional, paint on glass, live action, flash) projected onto planes and other 3D shapes. As we move through the environment, it is a journey through the mind of, well, me. I'm sure there would be some profound realization at the end, or maybe it would just be resignation. Either way, it's saying something.

EDIT: I think I'd like to work in some form of poetics, too. Play off of the intersection of science and poetry, the intellectual vs. emotional/active, how one directs the other and heavy reliance upon one throws everything horribly off-kilter. Think "Science and Poetry" by I.A. Richards. Also think 'music of the spheres,' the beauty of logic, etc. Maybe some more abstract visual poetry thrown in here and there for our little hero to run up against.