The Chase.

For a school assignment I was free to pursue any goal
and make whatever I felt important to add to my portfolio.
As long as it was animation.

So I thought of an animation with a character being chased
by the camera and thus the viewer.

The first fourteen-or-so seconds are okay I guess,
but after that I just wanted to finish it,
or rather my teacher wanted it finished.
I rushed and it's obvious I did.

I'm sorry dear hopefuls, I'm sorry to disappoint.
I know how you feel, I really do:
clicking your way through all these 0's & 1's...
And for what? For this shitstain-wallpaper?
Is this for real? Is it all just one big joke?

No, I know what it is:
It's just a miserable waste of potential,
a shattered dream, a big, bad, bullshit bag of
nothing but nothingness itself.

But what did you expect?
I'm a mere spoof in a half-recycled world
that is both creator and consumer of nothing.
Of course I'm joking, but I'm not.
There's quite some superficial obviousness in there,
but some more or less interesting ideas as well.
We could actually talk about it sometime,
over a glass of wine and on a night of long lasting.

Sketchbook Pt. VI, arguably VII.

Dear hopefuls,

Today seems to be good enough a day to share some
more of my sketches in the old sketchbook.
So please do sit back relaxed,
or on the edge of your seat for that matter.
Or just don't, I mean, I don't want to be oppressive,
you can do as you please, for it's the internet!
You have absolute free will and as for me:
who might I be to tell you to do anything anyway?!
Can you believe it?
The nerve...


Doesn't he just look like
some sex offender?

















This one —I figure—
speaks very much
for itself.

Don't you agree?

No, it's just a stream
of consciousness,
happy go lucky
sketching as I go along.








This one reads:
”DIRIGENTJE VENTJE”,
roughly meaning:
'conductor lad'.
Though more cute.















Aren't they
adorable?

















Menthol Belinda's,
seriously: just Google
if you don't know.

Sketchbook Pt. V (or VI, if you will).

If things go as planned, internet and me will be reunited once more.
Until then I'll keep it as brief as I can be.

“I mean.”

“Yes.”

Moving On.

It's been a long time since my last post, and I'm not going to apologize for it. Now if you insist on receiving an apology you could of course drop me a line. Not that it'll make much of a difference, but at least it generates interactivity. The last couple of weeks I spent my time moving to another house and now I'm waiting for Internet to be installed. Which apparently takes the pre-B.C. period of 4 to 5 weeks. Paying this small visit to the web I'd like to add some more sketches. Personally I like the last one best... This scene I imagine to be colored softly and somewhat de-saturated. It's all extreme slo-mo and we hear some melancholy piano tranquillity. No foley. Stay hopeful.