I'm deeply attached to this little girl

monkey thievery

I wasn't going to post this until I'd fixed it the way I wanted to.  But I don't know if that will ever happen.  This was the final project for an intermediate animation class I took in the fall.  I'd say it's a step up from my initial animation stuff, but I still have a long way to becoming an outlier.

This is based off a character I designed for another project.  He's just trying to get some R and R when a pesky monkey swipes his hand made hat.

3 points if you can guess what he says at the end.



And for anyone interested in my current affairs, I have transferred from the Art Institute to Utah Valley University.  So essentially I'm restarting, again, a bachelor's degree... again.  If I was really thinking, I'd just go back to kindergarten.  That's where the real self discovery happens.  But I'm pretty confident I've found my home, again.

I'd also love to find a different job during this whole process.  Anyone...?  Anyone...?  I'll mow your lawn.  I'll draw pictures of people mowing your lawn.  What are my skills, you ask?  I can ride a unicycle!!  Okay, maybe I'll go back to kindergarten.

The 3rd Dimension

I remember when saying "The 3rd Dimension" used to be cool and exciting and unknown.  Now it's so commonplace that no one gives a whoop anymore.  I also remember when people used to say "who gives a whoop?".

Until now, everything I've posted on this blog has been 2D art.  Buckle up, cause now I'm showing some 3D art... in 2D!!

This was a final project for a modeling class I took.  I have a tendency to pick out the flaws before anyone else has a chance to, just so it doesn't seem like I'm trying to pass off something good while being totally naive.  But today I don't care.  I'm just going to assume that you know that I know that we all know it's mediocre.

Grandfather Clock done in Maya.

I didn't get a chance to learn the camera animation in Maya yet, so I don't know why it turns so choppy.

Last post of the year.  Hears hoping my posts will be more frequent and of better quality in 2011.

Happy New Year!

another one bites the dust

This is my second failed attempt at winning an animation contest. This one was sponsored by William Shatner and his social networking website My Outer Space.  It's basically facebook for trekkies.  The winner got a whole bunch of good stuff, but I was just aiming for a spot as one of the top ten finalists so I could win the Toon Boom software.

Basically I was just hoping that no one good would enter the contest and I would have a fighting chance.  But most of the entries are pretty solid and mine is something less than that.

So here it is...



And if you feel so inclined, here is the youtube link.

You may notice that the mouth doesn't match up with the voice as it progresses.  I don't know why that happened.

Dare you enter?

Don't try to make sense of this.  ...On second thought, do try to make sense of this, and tell me what you think.

Rare and priceless works of art

If anyone is planning on making a trip to Zion National Park, might I suggest a few art galleries to visit during your stay.

You may want to start by visiting the Michael Fatali gallery full of stunning landscape photography.  Or step in the DeZion Gallery featuring local artist's work of paintings, drums, and gourds. But if that's not your thing, just make sure you set aside a few hours to visit the world famous Bumbleberry Inn Gift Shop featuring some rare artwork done by yours truly.

Featured here are some of the illustrations I did for Pillow Tie. Blurry, they are. Which is why you need to go see them in person to really absorb the coronal rays they emit. And while you're there, buy a tie as well. Tell them I sent you and they might throw in a slice of Bumbleberry pie. (I'm confident that won't actually happen.)

Story goes like this:  My wife's family goes to Zion National Park every year and we've been lucky enough to be present the last two years.  We didn't get to go this year, because of my job that I love so much that I'd rather use a porcupine for toilet paper than work there another year. (Mom, does that sentence have grammatical errors?)

While at work, I received a picture text message with the above photo from my brother-in-law Randy informing me that I no longer need to worry about work or money anymore because my art is hanging in the Bumbleberry Inn Gift Shop.  You can imagine my elation.  Turns out I still have to work and I'm very concerned about money, but I still feel pretty cool. This is a giant step up from just getting my macaroni art projects hung up in school.

speed walking

walkety walk

What's that you say? He doesn't have a shadow?
Well... what does he need a shadow for, anyway?
What do you take me for... an expert?

(can you count all the w's in this post. winner gets a treat.)

old stuff

Nothing too impressive, but postable nonetheless. These were old projects from some drawring classes. Both were done with charcoal on paper, probably some time around 3 AM to 5 AM in the morning.

If it looks like the perspective in the background is a bit off on this second one, it's probably because your eyes are having issues.  Either that or the perspective is a bit off.

what do you get when you cross a head with a radio?

Typography class... that was a fun one.  I didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as I did.
Here are a few of my assignments.

Objective:  Create 5 images where the meaning of a word is enhanced by manipulating its features.
I guess I had sin on the brain...

Objective:  Create a portrait of a famous person using only text.  I chose Thom Yorke from Radiohead.

Milk

Final project for my storyboard class.
Be warned.  This story includes an image of a man gagging.  If you have a weak stomach, I suggest you drink a gallon of milk and call me in the morning.

My story takes place in a kitchen...

Milk:  "Ten cents he picks me today."

Orange Juice:  "Here we go again."

Milk:  "Today will be the day, there's no doubt about it."

OJ:  "I don't know why I put up with this."

Milk:  "I can feel it inside.  Something is stirring within me."

OJ:  "Dude, I think that's because you've expired.  You're probably just feeling the effects of your milk beginning to curdle."

Milk:  (sniffs himself) "I don't smell anything..."

Milk:  "...If you're afraid to lose ten cents I completely understand."

OJ:  "Make it twenty cents and I'll even throw in a string cheese!"

Milk:  "Done!"

OJ:  "Shush. I think he's coming."

Milk:  "Ahhh yeeeah!"