Giant driftwood on the beach at La Push, Washington (2010)
this made me feel really uneasy, the ocean is terrifying.
its like when cats bring home a dead bird and drop it at your feet except the ocean is like I HAVE BROUGHT YOU THIS ENORMOUS TREE FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL ENJOY
My two (two!) pieces for the "Magical Girl Heroines: Sailor Moon and Sailor Senshi"gallery show, happening THIS SATURDAY (that’s tomorrow!) at Q-Pop in lovely downtown Los Angeles! The art i’ve already seen for this show looks AMAZING and i’m super pumped to be part of it along with many talented pals and talented potential-future-pals.
so i showed my friend this picture of anakin
and she was like ”he’s hot”
and i couldnt stop laughing because yeah
IT’S BEEN NINE YEARS
One might say that it was
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away
I always had a thing for hand animated camera move and turn around…
I can’t tell exactly why…
probably cause it gives me the feeling I can manage everything and show exactly what I have in my head.
that can seems stupid but it makes me feel like, sculpting the animation more than drawing it.
DANG! Anyone know what these are from?
Credits Please cause these are awesome.
Hi everyone… sorry to answer so late
the first is a shot I did in ”Myosis”(link)
the second was an ”exercice”(link) in 1st year at gobelins
the third is a shot I animated for the short ”Oni”(link) realized with friend as an FX exercise.
the last (it was the more painful to do) is a shot extracted from our opening for the Annecy animation Festival ”Hurley’s Irish”(link)
Sometimes when I’m angry, I remember how my anger used to be and I understand. Sometimes I think I got so big and tall because I didn’t have enough space to contain my emotions. When I’m angry, I feel like I could explode or burst into flames. When I care about someone, I want to pull them into me so that if anything harms them, it will have harmed me first. Most of the time, these days, the only people who make me angry are people I care about. It hurts having them this close. It makes me want to chop my arms off so no matter how angry I get I’ll never be able to hurt anyone, or run away and sleep in the woods so that I can be completely tranquil. Not that I really could hurt anyone. I’m pretty weak. It’s more like I don’t want to embarrass myself by being so angry that I try to be violent and fail. I used to look scarier. I don’t know. I should probably talk to someone about this.