Sketchbook Pt. IV

After this one I'll post some animation again,
mainly because these sketches contains a reincarnation of a cat I animated.


















Conchita drew a quick line for this one, and I had to finish and make something out of it.












This little birdy here just begs for improvement, and I will, but not yet. I like the idea and want to animate it when ready.
































So, here it is:
The cat that — like Cordell Barker's — just keeps on coming back. Nine lives would be nice I guess, though the nine deaths that inherently come paired with them would kill me.
Pun intended. Sorry for that. It's in my genes. Or my upbringing. Or both.

Sketchbook Pt. III

As the spoiler of a title already suggested:
Here are some more sketches.

















“The gynecologist had to hold back when he stared into the deepest of the bent-over construction worker's gash.”









































“At least you
understand me!”

Sketchbook Pt. II

I still have quite some scanning to do,
but here is the second installment in what is intended as an ongoing series.

This one reads: “Jonah came without a toothpick”

Oh boy,

if only I had a boat...

Sketchbook Pt. I

Sweet, beloved and dear hopefully loyal readers to be,

Today I figured it a great day to provide you with some sketches,
as we all know how important frequently drawing is if one desires improvement.
Now you may decide whether I can live up to my desires, because improvement is what I seek, although I'm not sure how conscious an effort I make drawing in my sketchbook.
Most of all I guess I just sketch whatever is on my mind or catches my eyes.

What is your main reason for sketching?
Is it practice?
Is it an addiction?
A basic need?
A reminder?
All of the above?
Something entirely else?

Would you consider it an important activity?
I know I do. And of course I should practice more.
And there's tons of other stuff I'd want or should do more,
but I simply can't and have to focus on just a few things.

Association of the day:
“Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one...”

— Aesop Rock, No Regrets

The Lift

There's still quite some room for improvement, and I'm dying to do some shading. But since both would include a lot of work and I don't have the time to do so —plus this school assignment doesn't require me to put in even more work— I'd rather spend it on some other project.

Grouptherapy.

The current half of the third year in my Bachelor of Animation curriculum consists of a group assignment for an external organization. I'm not sure exactly how vivid I can kick it, so I won't give you the skinny. In fact: I'll only give you — my sweet, beloved and dear hopefully loyal reader to be — some eyecandy.
Conchita (check out her blog Knien!) and I worked on the textures, Jasper (blogless to my knowledge) got his CG on and I drew the bricks that make up the round square. Apart from that I digitally hand-drew the metamorphosis-mask. Then I gave this scene back to CG Jasper, who is finishing the compositing, adding animated objects to make the whole thing more convincing.

It's me! Is it not?

At long last the time has come for me to participate in the circus of shameless self-promotion that we like to call blogging.
So what can you — hopefully loyal reader to be — expect on this ever so small corner of the internet?

Process and Progress. The first being a logical result of me blogging, the latter being more an aspiration of some sorts.
An ambiguously semi-official portfolio, if you will.
So no overtly pretentious and wordy blogs that mystify the core of the world I struggle to vividly portray as if they were thick layers of impenetrable crust. No deviations of the route carefully mapped out, my quest to the future, a journey on which I will take you — dear hopefully loyal reader to be — in a straight-and-vertical-yet-dynamic , majestic, graphic line!
In search of the new me, my future me, my better me, my me'er me, I now ask you — my beloved and dear hopefully loyal reader to be — to join me on this very pilgrimage! It might be a rough ride, it might not always be pretty, but at least we can take comfort in the fact that we're not on our own.

'Cause that would be silly.

Images coming soon. Really. I promise.

Regards,

TSFKAM