On Sundays, I walk home from my render wrangling shift at the lab instead of taking the bus. Warm or not, it’s pretty out at the RIT wetlands.
To me, this is exciting. After years of being on Team Impressionism, I think I may have found a new favorite.
Fauvism. Or rather, the modern renditions of it.
Originally, it only lasted about a decade, started by Matisse and Derain. But man, people made it into an amazing thing! The concept is simple – use bright colors where they’re least expected. At least, that’s how I see it.
And maybe that’s not fauvism, but I’ll call it that for now. I’ve been working on concepts for a stylized 3D environment, and I’ll try to go in this direction with it.
Trees and bright colors, all the things that make me happy.
The windows roll down at the border, we are barely keeping ourselves from singing out, “Oh, Canada!” The border patrol officer asks what we are studying, and the entire car explodes: “ANIMATION!”
Last weekend, two dozen RITchies and I ventured to Ontario for the Ottawa International Animation Festival. My first film festival. It was an amazing experience in a gorgeous city. We saw Disney’s innovative new short, “Get a Horse!”, a beautiful Brazilian feature, “The Boy and the World,” many awesome shorts, multiple presentations by filmmakers and recruiters. I got to meet JG Quintel (the youngest and coolest professional there), the creator of the Regular Show, and Adam Elliot, a brilliant stop motion animator from Australia. At one of the after parties, my fellow RIT 3D-ers and I cornered Saschka Unseld, a Pixar layout artist and director of “The Blue Umbrella,” and spent a good chunk of the night barraging him with our excited questions.
Oh, and we now know our way around Ottawa.
And for today, real rough one-hour sketch of the city view. I feel so right in cities. This one felt especially akin.
Yes, we had poutine. And yes, we met Canadians. To my surprise and amusement, turns out that Canadians rank each other on “how Canadian” they are. So self-aware.
Somewhere, I have a film that I should be working on.
After Ottawa, all I want to do is make movies. However, there’s such a thing as two part time jobs, five classes, extracurricular responsibilities, and all the associated work. Oh, and cooking food should squeeze in somewhere there, too.
I am trying to convey some fairly thought-provoking ideas with my film. All that death, dealing with death, resisting change, accepting differences – it is a lot to say with just a handful of mute, faceless objects (namely, Petal and the Dusties). I realize that I am putting a lot of faith in acting, staging, and editing, since I don’t have any dialogue or big movements to rely on. Consequentially, I decided it would be a good idea to help myself in another way. The film’s color, warmth, saturation, light (and lighting) could do a lot to help emphasize my ideas. So I sat down last week to draw up a color chart:
Actually, this is just an excuse to pick up my tablet and paint some more.
No, not really. I meant everything I said earlier. But the painting part was a big plus, yes. A big plus.
These are the major beats of the film, following the general plan from above:
I just hope that I can achieve all this in 3D.
Something will come out at the end of the semester. Something definitely will. I just hope… that it will be good.
Time for a throwback.
2011, August, Moscow. Walking many miles from the Red Square all the way to the Triumphal Arch along the Kutuzovsky Prospekt (avenue), the sun is setting, the breeze is warm. Cars rush by, city lights are just beginning to spark up. The water of the Moscow river reflects the clouds as the ferries go back and forth.
Photoshop, over a combination of two overlapping photographs. Approximately 2.5-3 hours.
A slight digression about me. I tend to do better under stress than in normal conditions. A deep water fish, if you will – this amount of pressure is the comfort zone; anything less, and I explode. I keep myself busy every minute of every day and I thoroughly enjoy it. I don’t leave myself time for anything other than work, and I deal with stress, well, by staying too busy to feel it or to think about it.
Does that seem a bit.. counterproductive? Ineffective? To a sensible person, I mean?
I should reconsider the amount of sense my head actually holds.
So last night, coming home after a full day, got off the bus and walked the several yards to my apartment – and saw the sunset. And decided that, more than anything else, I wish I could leave everything and go watch the sunset. But I can’t. Whatever is left of sense in my head tells me that I must attend to important things.
SCREW IT. PAINTING.
I did stay up until the usual late hours writing a paper due at 9am. I did not regret any decisions.