Narrative and Character Workshop - intoducing Chuck Anderson!

      Interesting day working with charecter, narrative and trying to figure out whether the macguffin in Back to the Future is the Delorean or the Doc. Session concluded with a quick sketch of a random character created right on the spot:

Random Narrative Creator

New technique new tutor Tom taught us. Create random blobs on a page and see what happens. I was dubious at first but then this happened...

 

A narrative just sprung up out of nowhere! Duuuude! Nothing to do with my original theme though. Maybe the Concerned Little Dog (as I call him) befriends a wisecracking moth and they run away together, dreaming of making it to the moon. Then they get taken in by kindly strangers. The end.

I'd rather spend billions on this...

I wish I could take credit for this beast of a captionm but unfortunatly this nugget of genius-ness comes hot off the front page of Pundit Kitchen. Still, it took the words RIGHT OUT MY MOUTH!

Moths

Finally back in the studio now that's up to working condition again after the summer refit. First it was super de-ja-vu but now I feel home again. These are some scans from the summer brief we were issued. I choose to explore gravity and ended up at moths: flying moths, trapping moths, dead moths. It started with finding a dead moth under some boxes when I moved out, so I kept it and stuck it in (image 1) then, when I got to my new student digs the place was COVERED in moths (image 2). I don't usually take cues from the universe but it got me thinking about the life cycle of moths, and moths that are trapped and unable to fly. Moths that are denied the ability to fly, thus the whole gravity thing. Also, I relate to moths. Butterflies are beautiful, everybody knows that, and every little girl has a butterfly on their clothes somewhere. What about moths? Moths are beautiful too, just marginalized because of their unconventional beauty. Thats me. I'm a moth. So anyway I was out getting to know my new student area and there were all these really pretty colored leaves...(image 3)

In my haste to scan this the glue I used to preserve the leaves is still a bit wet - on the right.

Photo Post- End of Summer

All moved out. That's a whole post in itself, but instead have some pictures from my Summer as I head into a frightening and confusing time. Click to make much bigger!

(I didn't want to destroy the flow of the post, so captions'll go here if anyone's interested. 1. Smokin' hot Tim at the BBQ. 2. The peacock from the zoo. 3. Brother Sam hugs his girlfriend Jess after completly his 850 mile end-to-end walk to raise money for Luekemia research, to which we lost our Dad. 4. London's South Bank, performance artist hugs a very unwilling man who then walk's off in a huff. 5. Photographer at the Debating Matters Final. I thought I might learn something by sitting next to him throughout my time off during thr 4 day event. I didnt. 6. A loverly couple who had been married for 40 years or so, a mixer event for the Disablity Action Network which sought to get opinions and suggestions from disabled members of the public regarding accesibility in the city. 7. Rachel reacts to her suprise party. 8. Not sure what was happening here, I was too drunk after the party. Fun times though.)

Some More Artwork

Finally went back to the studio for day to use the scanner. It's very weird being here with storage stacked up everywhere and no tables or chairs. Also, really major de-ja-vu of the first day of Uni.

Surprise, surprise, I been drawin' Astronauts again. Of course, traditional fabric rope freezes and shatters in space but whose counting.

Couldn't figure out how to rotate this, and Photoshop is being a big gay. Speaking of gay...

I'm on the planning committee for the next Plymouth Pride Event (me helping to plan a whole cities pride!? wow!) I volunteered myself for logo duty. I did like five different logos and they choose this one to keep working on. Apparently it's a competition, if I don't win then, well, screw em' and their drag queen contest!!!

Caturday

Well, moving out day is rapidly approaching. In seven days I will move all my earthly possesions to my new home (a tiny prison cell in a shared house of 10) and five days after that I will move myself there, to live for two years. What will I do for those five days I dont have my xbox, playstation, TV, dvds, musical instruments and telescope? *sob* I JUST DONT KNOW!

Anyway, leaving the family home for the first time, not sure if I'll ever return (Mum wants to sell the house) is causing me all sorts of stress and deeply damaging worry. Also, I'll be leaving my cats. Will I ever see them again either? If mum sells the house she has to find a new home for the cats. Having just lost one of them to old age I feel even more upset about the prospect of them going to live with strangers. Anybody in Devon or Cornwall with a nice big garden, no children or other pets!? Anyways, commence caturday, Rae-style:

Holly. The skittsh, gentle soul. Like's tummy rubs.

 Sally, the fat cat, although since Stripy died she's lost a considerable amount of weight. She was second in command and Stripy's foster sister, they were the closest so I think she's taking it hard.

Toby, the man-cat, spawn of Holly and mystery neighborhood sperm donor. For 10 years we though Tiby was a black cat but suddenly this year he started turning burgendy, It seems as he ages his mother's colours are coming out in him. He's running along the neighbor's wall to climb onto our balcony to roll at my feet. The late Stripy did the same thing: (for some reason Holly and Sally refuse to leave the house)