Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Thursday, November 5, 2015
353A Rough Storyboard slug
https://www.dropbox.com/s/fvccej3u092e3x9/taneyhill_EG_storyboard_slugged_fixed_v1.mp4?dl=0
Tweaked the storyboard
Tweaked the storyboard
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
353A Fall 2015 Photo storyboard
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/a639ffogsd5ee9z/AAAGw8iOdr3GCOXgtQ3qkf7ia?dl=0
Thursday, September 17, 2015
2015 EG Revised Model Constructions & Clean lines of Judy & Hosea. Plus, cleaned & colored expressive pose
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Left in roughs/silhouettes for correction purposes.
2015 EG Story Summary (Rough Story)
Eythan Taneyhill
Art 353A Fall 2015
Sept. 8, 2015
EG Story Summary
The story follows the private investigator of the name Hosea which is hired by two benefactors (Mr. Mane and Lady Pride) to work with Judy, an elusive thief, to steal an item from a police evidence ward. In the beginning of the scene, it reveals Judy and Hosea performing their heist and successfully stealing the said item they were hired to retrieve, however their escape doesn’t go as smoothly. Judy and Hosea desperately try to outrun the police, though they are rescued by their benefactors in another vehicle. From there, a car chase takes place and the characters try desperately anything and everything to get the police thrown off their trail. Their desperation soon leads them to driving their own getaway vehicle off a bridge lift and into a body of water below.
OUTLINE:
Judy and Hosea decide how to break into the police evidence ward by a coin flip.
Judy and Hosea go through the ventilation shaft to sneak into the evidence ward, but are interrupted by the air vent breaking. They then knock out a police officer as they head into the evidence ward.
Judy accidently sets off the alarm when she breaks one of the evidence cages. Hosea and Judy rush out of the police station, soon after chased after the police.
They are sent off on a car chase, trying to lose the police officers. As they do so, Mister Mane demonstrates the power of the “useless” buttons on the dashboard, successfully warding off some of the police officers. After, when there is a remaining few, they have trouble shaking them. Mr. Mane then instructs Lady Pride to head to the lift bridge as an incoming boat approaches it and the bridge is starting to lift. He instructs her to drive the car toward it since he has a button to assist them in jumping it.
Mr. Mane then presses himself against the door to see how many officers are left, but the door swings open, throwing Mr. Mane out. Hosea rushes over to catch Mr. Mane, however he drags Judy along with him since (they’re still handcuffed). Lady Pride keeps speeding toward the bridge, desperately requesting what button she needs to press when the time comes.
Hosea and Judy struggle to bring Mr. Mane back into the vehicle, though a cop pulls tight onto their tail. Mr. Mane wards them off by tossing confetti at the officer’s windshield which sends him off spinning into the other direction. Slowly Judy and Hosea drag back Mr. Mane into the vehicle, but the sudden jolt of incline send them flying into the back of the vehicle.
Lady Pride cries out for help, the officers cease in their chase as Hosea’s, Judy’s, Mr. Mane’s, and Lady Pride’s vehicle races up the bridge. Mr. Mane struggles under Judy and Hosea. As he does so, he instructs Lady Pride to drive off the bridge—he’s got a button for it. Preparing to do so, Lady Pride presses the gas pedal as hard as she can. Hosea meanwhile grabs Mr. Mane and tosses him to the front of the vehicle. From there, Mr. Mane climbs to the shotgun seat, straps in and announces to brace for impact.
Lady Pride drives off the bridge to the body of water below, Mr. Mane hits a button, and Hosea and Judy brace themselves. Their vehicle’s bottom inflates a flotation raft. They successfully survive the impact and sail off down the river.
As they sail, Judy, Hosea, Lady Pride, and Mr. Mane catch their breaths. After, Hosea looks out the window, ending with continuing the monologue that he stated in the beginning.
Art 353A Fall 2015
Sept. 8, 2015
EG Story Summary
The story follows the private investigator of the name Hosea which is hired by two benefactors (Mr. Mane and Lady Pride) to work with Judy, an elusive thief, to steal an item from a police evidence ward. In the beginning of the scene, it reveals Judy and Hosea performing their heist and successfully stealing the said item they were hired to retrieve, however their escape doesn’t go as smoothly. Judy and Hosea desperately try to outrun the police, though they are rescued by their benefactors in another vehicle. From there, a car chase takes place and the characters try desperately anything and everything to get the police thrown off their trail. Their desperation soon leads them to driving their own getaway vehicle off a bridge lift and into a body of water below.
OUTLINE:
Judy and Hosea decide how to break into the police evidence ward by a coin flip.
Judy and Hosea go through the ventilation shaft to sneak into the evidence ward, but are interrupted by the air vent breaking. They then knock out a police officer as they head into the evidence ward.
Judy accidently sets off the alarm when she breaks one of the evidence cages. Hosea and Judy rush out of the police station, soon after chased after the police.
They are sent off on a car chase, trying to lose the police officers. As they do so, Mister Mane demonstrates the power of the “useless” buttons on the dashboard, successfully warding off some of the police officers. After, when there is a remaining few, they have trouble shaking them. Mr. Mane then instructs Lady Pride to head to the lift bridge as an incoming boat approaches it and the bridge is starting to lift. He instructs her to drive the car toward it since he has a button to assist them in jumping it.
Mr. Mane then presses himself against the door to see how many officers are left, but the door swings open, throwing Mr. Mane out. Hosea rushes over to catch Mr. Mane, however he drags Judy along with him since (they’re still handcuffed). Lady Pride keeps speeding toward the bridge, desperately requesting what button she needs to press when the time comes.
Hosea and Judy struggle to bring Mr. Mane back into the vehicle, though a cop pulls tight onto their tail. Mr. Mane wards them off by tossing confetti at the officer’s windshield which sends him off spinning into the other direction. Slowly Judy and Hosea drag back Mr. Mane into the vehicle, but the sudden jolt of incline send them flying into the back of the vehicle.
Lady Pride cries out for help, the officers cease in their chase as Hosea’s, Judy’s, Mr. Mane’s, and Lady Pride’s vehicle races up the bridge. Mr. Mane struggles under Judy and Hosea. As he does so, he instructs Lady Pride to drive off the bridge—he’s got a button for it. Preparing to do so, Lady Pride presses the gas pedal as hard as she can. Hosea meanwhile grabs Mr. Mane and tosses him to the front of the vehicle. From there, Mr. Mane climbs to the shotgun seat, straps in and announces to brace for impact.
Lady Pride drives off the bridge to the body of water below, Mr. Mane hits a button, and Hosea and Judy brace themselves. Their vehicle’s bottom inflates a flotation raft. They successfully survive the impact and sail off down the river.
As they sail, Judy, Hosea, Lady Pride, and Mr. Mane catch their breaths. After, Hosea looks out the window, ending with continuing the monologue that he stated in the beginning.
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
353A Fall 2015 EG Character Rough Turnarounds & Expressions
Monday, September 7, 2015
Tollbooth Exercise
Eythan Taneyhill
353A Fall 2015
TuTh 9AM - 11:45PM
September 7, 2015
Gotta Pay the Toll
Hosea’s beaten up rusty red Ford clinked and clattered as he pulled up next to his greatest obstacle on the road: an abandoned tollbooth. He observed for a moment how the ambient noises of night coincided with his running motor. It was peaceful, yet unnerving. He watched idly as there seemed to be no signs of life coming from the tollbooth whatsoever. It made Hosea shuffle back and forth in his seat as his grip tightened against the steering wheel.
“Hello!” Hosea called out from the driver’s seat as he rolled down the window. He gave a small nervous chuckle as he patted himself down. “Funniest thing, I don’t have any change on me. Is it possible that you would be so kind and lift the bar so that I may pass?”
Again no answer came from the tollbooth. Instead, Hosea was greeted by a cold breeze from the night.
“Gah,” Hosea grumbled, shifting back and forth in his seat, not letting his stare escape the tinted window of the tollbooth. “I’m sort of in a hurry. There’s no way I can turnaround now. Besides, it’s not like I’m an inconvenience, right? I’m the only one here!”
Again there was no answer.
“I’m the only one here…” Hosea muttered to himself in thought. After, his ear gave a flick. “I wonder…”
Hosea then exited his car. He approached the tollbooth cautiously, resting his weight on his toes as his tail flicked nervously. His throat became heavy and his tongue dry. The very thought that if he was indeed alone did not bother Hosea—the thought which bothered him the most was if Hosea was truly alone.
“It’s okay…” Hosea whispered to himself as he got closer to the tinted window. “It’s not as if someone has been waiting here hours—days even—on end to ambush the next stranger which pulls up next to this tollbooth. I mean, seriously! I don’t think even a psychopath would do that.” Hosea then paused for a moment as he rubbed his chin. “Then again, I did meet my fair share when working on the force.”
Shaking his head, Hosea tried to reason with himself again with logic. “Do you seriously hear yourself, moron?” Hosea said, beginning to step closer to the window. “The longer you contemplate about if there’s someone in the booth or not, the longer you’ll remain here. Running late, remember?”
Taking a deep breath, Hosea closed his eyes. After a minute of trying to soothe his nerves, Hosea pressed himself against the tinted window so he could see what was on the inside. His heart began to race as his breathing fogged up the glass, but as soon as it cleared, the drumming of his heart eased to a steady beat when he saw that it was completely vacant. The only thing that occupied the booth was just a spiderweb.
Pushing away from the tollbooth with a drawn out exhale, Hosea began to chuckle to himself. “See? You were scared for nothing.” Hosea then approached the bar and lifted it up with ease. Beginning to whistle as he did so, Hosea gave a flick of his tail when he had succeeded in raising the bar. After, Hosea headed back into his vehicle, reclined back in his seat, and ran the engine. Releasing the parking break, Hosea sped off back onto the road, still laughing to himself at the thought of how he managed to spook himself. Then again, Hosea wondered what would’ve happened if the tollbooth did actually have someone occupying it.
“I’d still probably would’ve raised the bar up myself,” Hosea assured himself as he continued driving down the empty road. “Yeah… I still probably would’ve raised that bar.”
353A Fall 2015
TuTh 9AM - 11:45PM
September 7, 2015
Gotta Pay the Toll
Hosea’s beaten up rusty red Ford clinked and clattered as he pulled up next to his greatest obstacle on the road: an abandoned tollbooth. He observed for a moment how the ambient noises of night coincided with his running motor. It was peaceful, yet unnerving. He watched idly as there seemed to be no signs of life coming from the tollbooth whatsoever. It made Hosea shuffle back and forth in his seat as his grip tightened against the steering wheel.
“Hello!” Hosea called out from the driver’s seat as he rolled down the window. He gave a small nervous chuckle as he patted himself down. “Funniest thing, I don’t have any change on me. Is it possible that you would be so kind and lift the bar so that I may pass?”
Again no answer came from the tollbooth. Instead, Hosea was greeted by a cold breeze from the night.
“Gah,” Hosea grumbled, shifting back and forth in his seat, not letting his stare escape the tinted window of the tollbooth. “I’m sort of in a hurry. There’s no way I can turnaround now. Besides, it’s not like I’m an inconvenience, right? I’m the only one here!”
Again there was no answer.
“I’m the only one here…” Hosea muttered to himself in thought. After, his ear gave a flick. “I wonder…”
Hosea then exited his car. He approached the tollbooth cautiously, resting his weight on his toes as his tail flicked nervously. His throat became heavy and his tongue dry. The very thought that if he was indeed alone did not bother Hosea—the thought which bothered him the most was if Hosea was truly alone.
“It’s okay…” Hosea whispered to himself as he got closer to the tinted window. “It’s not as if someone has been waiting here hours—days even—on end to ambush the next stranger which pulls up next to this tollbooth. I mean, seriously! I don’t think even a psychopath would do that.” Hosea then paused for a moment as he rubbed his chin. “Then again, I did meet my fair share when working on the force.”
Shaking his head, Hosea tried to reason with himself again with logic. “Do you seriously hear yourself, moron?” Hosea said, beginning to step closer to the window. “The longer you contemplate about if there’s someone in the booth or not, the longer you’ll remain here. Running late, remember?”
Taking a deep breath, Hosea closed his eyes. After a minute of trying to soothe his nerves, Hosea pressed himself against the tinted window so he could see what was on the inside. His heart began to race as his breathing fogged up the glass, but as soon as it cleared, the drumming of his heart eased to a steady beat when he saw that it was completely vacant. The only thing that occupied the booth was just a spiderweb.
Pushing away from the tollbooth with a drawn out exhale, Hosea began to chuckle to himself. “See? You were scared for nothing.” Hosea then approached the bar and lifted it up with ease. Beginning to whistle as he did so, Hosea gave a flick of his tail when he had succeeded in raising the bar. After, Hosea headed back into his vehicle, reclined back in his seat, and ran the engine. Releasing the parking break, Hosea sped off back onto the road, still laughing to himself at the thought of how he managed to spook himself. Then again, Hosea wondered what would’ve happened if the tollbooth did actually have someone occupying it.
“I’d still probably would’ve raised the bar up myself,” Hosea assured himself as he continued driving down the empty road. “Yeah… I still probably would’ve raised that bar.”
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
2015 353A EG Character backstory: Hosea Celest
Character backstory
Hosea Celest:
Abandoned at a very young age, Hosea grew up at an orphanage, learning at a very young age that the world is a very cruel place. As a child, Hosea displayed signs of high intelligence, although instead of using his gift productively, he found himself in trouble various times with the local authorities due to using his cleverness for schemes. At the time, Hosea believed that: if he had been blessed with such a wonderful gift, why should he use it to help the world since it had abandoned him since his first breath? This ideal soon landed Hosea at the police station again after another one of his schemes, however instead of being arrested, the sheriff decided give Hosea a second chance by working as his assistant at the police department in exchange to work off the charges. This simple act of kindness struck a cord with Hosea to the point of interrogating the sheriff why he had pitied him and hadn’t just sentenced him. The sheriff’s answer was simple: he did not pity him, but understood how Hosea felt and why he acted the way he did since he grew up in a similar situation. When he saw Hosea, he saw himself, so he gave him what he wished he had received as a child: some kindness.
From that point, Hosea changed his scheming ways and started to look up to the sheriff at the police station. Years later, he found himself pursuing a career in law enforcement, but they were cut short since Hosea took the blame for another officer accused of stealing money that was confiscated during a current case. The reason Hosea took the blame was to cover for the officer since he was only stealing the money so that he could pay for medical treatment for his child. Because of Hosea’s decision to take the fall, he was discharged. After, Hosea became a private investigator in attempts to generate an income. As his business started, Hosea found himself confronted by the officer he had covered for. The officer questioned why Hosea did what he did, but Hosea answered that it was empathy. His response led the officer to quit his job at the police station so that he could become Hosea’s lieutenant, and soon enough, his closest friend.
Throughout Hosea’s life, he had been troubled by stress. Growing up, he was taught how to sing and it aided Hosea when he was under stress. When Hosea became an adult, he learned that he couldn’t just start singing randomly while at work, so he decided that he needed to find another outlet. His outlet he stumbled upon was cooking. When Hosea wasn’t working on a case, he was pushing toward cooking new dishes. The thought of cooking eased his mind when he had to become calm and collected while at work. Though because of his new hobby, Hosea had become quite corpulent. Regardless of the weight he had collected over the years as his own taste tester, it had never phased him. As far as Hosea could remember, when he was a child, he never knew the feeling of what it was like to be able to eat one’s fill since hunger was a feeling he was extremely familiar with while growing up at the orphanage. So for Hosea, he was proud of his weight since it was a constant reminder of that fact. Another ideal Hosea had about his weight that he took pride in was that it meant he was a great cook. Although, as obscure as Hosea’s ideals were, he never really had the intention of only cooking for himself. The idea of people gathering and eating with each other was something Hosea had always secretly enjoyed, so when he had the chance, Hosea would invite over his lieutenant and his family for dinner, in hopes that they would enjoy his food and his company.
Hosea Celest:
Abandoned at a very young age, Hosea grew up at an orphanage, learning at a very young age that the world is a very cruel place. As a child, Hosea displayed signs of high intelligence, although instead of using his gift productively, he found himself in trouble various times with the local authorities due to using his cleverness for schemes. At the time, Hosea believed that: if he had been blessed with such a wonderful gift, why should he use it to help the world since it had abandoned him since his first breath? This ideal soon landed Hosea at the police station again after another one of his schemes, however instead of being arrested, the sheriff decided give Hosea a second chance by working as his assistant at the police department in exchange to work off the charges. This simple act of kindness struck a cord with Hosea to the point of interrogating the sheriff why he had pitied him and hadn’t just sentenced him. The sheriff’s answer was simple: he did not pity him, but understood how Hosea felt and why he acted the way he did since he grew up in a similar situation. When he saw Hosea, he saw himself, so he gave him what he wished he had received as a child: some kindness.
From that point, Hosea changed his scheming ways and started to look up to the sheriff at the police station. Years later, he found himself pursuing a career in law enforcement, but they were cut short since Hosea took the blame for another officer accused of stealing money that was confiscated during a current case. The reason Hosea took the blame was to cover for the officer since he was only stealing the money so that he could pay for medical treatment for his child. Because of Hosea’s decision to take the fall, he was discharged. After, Hosea became a private investigator in attempts to generate an income. As his business started, Hosea found himself confronted by the officer he had covered for. The officer questioned why Hosea did what he did, but Hosea answered that it was empathy. His response led the officer to quit his job at the police station so that he could become Hosea’s lieutenant, and soon enough, his closest friend.
Throughout Hosea’s life, he had been troubled by stress. Growing up, he was taught how to sing and it aided Hosea when he was under stress. When Hosea became an adult, he learned that he couldn’t just start singing randomly while at work, so he decided that he needed to find another outlet. His outlet he stumbled upon was cooking. When Hosea wasn’t working on a case, he was pushing toward cooking new dishes. The thought of cooking eased his mind when he had to become calm and collected while at work. Though because of his new hobby, Hosea had become quite corpulent. Regardless of the weight he had collected over the years as his own taste tester, it had never phased him. As far as Hosea could remember, when he was a child, he never knew the feeling of what it was like to be able to eat one’s fill since hunger was a feeling he was extremely familiar with while growing up at the orphanage. So for Hosea, he was proud of his weight since it was a constant reminder of that fact. Another ideal Hosea had about his weight that he took pride in was that it meant he was a great cook. Although, as obscure as Hosea’s ideals were, he never really had the intention of only cooking for himself. The idea of people gathering and eating with each other was something Hosea had always secretly enjoyed, so when he had the chance, Hosea would invite over his lieutenant and his family for dinner, in hopes that they would enjoy his food and his company.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
2015 353A EG concept art post
Concepts for the group project working on for Fall 2015 353A for Spring 2016 Group project
2015 Fall 353A Character Traits
Eythan Taneyhill
August 27, 2015
ART 353A
Character Traits
Hosea Celest:
Sarcastic
Calculating
Intelligent
Leader
Kind
Confident
Irritable
Supportive
Curious
Energetic
Boastful
Flirtatious
Jaded
Loyal
Resourceful
Humorous
Empathetic
Judy Coven
Impulsive
Hot-headed
Agile
Spontaneous
Caring
Ambitious
Sympathetic
Elusive
Energetic
Loud
Naïve
Resourceful
Spirited
Argumentative
Direct
Witty
Blunt
Caught in a Blizzard
The sounds of cupboards slamming echoed throughout the kitchen following shortly after with a disgruntled bark. Soon after, Hosea made his presence known within the kitchen by growling loudly, “Nothing! Nada!”
Meanwhile in the living room of the apartment complex, Judy glanced over from the couch to witness Hosea pacing back and forth, still in search of any sort of sustenance. She quietly watched as his nose twitched and quivered as he sniffed the air. Then when he had finished, Judy watched as Hosea let out a small grunt as he leaned against the counter. She eyed how he rubbed his paunch in frustration as he announced, “How can there be no food? I could’ve sworn I picked up plenty earlier this week!”
“With an appetite like yours, you’re really that surprised?” Judy said, shifting her gaze away from Hosea and toward the window, now watching as the flakes of snow seemed to cover most of everything in the outside with a blanket of white fluff.
“Was that a fat joke?” Hosea grunted, marching over to Judy’s side.
Judy at first said nothing. Her gaze was still captured by the cold tundra developing outside. “It’s as white as my fur out there,” Judy said under her breath.
Hosea’s ear flicked. Leaning down to her level, Hosea said, “Yeah, and as cold too.”
Judy quickly gave Hosea a nasty glare.
“I kid, I kid,” Hosea chuckled. “I’ve forgotten that you’re not used to this kind of weather. It’s a shame though you’re experiencing it like this. When it snows like this, it means that we’re gonna have to get used to staying inside. Enjoy the cabin fever.”
Judy’s ear drooped, “But I really wanted to try that restaurant we saw earlier. It looked nice.”
“In case you’ve forgotten with that attention span of yours, it’s snowing majorly out there. Blizzard equals baaad.”
“It’s a shame though,” Judy said, getting up and stretching. Turning toward Hosea, she patted him on the shoulder, “I can survive without a meal, but can you? Being trapped here with absolutely nothing? As I once heard it said, ‘Enjoy the cabin fever.’”
“’Enjoy the cabin fever,’ she said!” Hosea spat as he slumped back in the driver’s seat, narrowing his brow as he watched the hood of his trunk envelope in smoke. “I swear, you jinxed it! Now we’re same position as we were before. We’re stuck!”
Judy sank a little back in her seat as Hosea exited the car, popping open the trunk. She watched as he waved away the smoke to study the engine. After, he shuffled back over to the driver’s side and fell back into the driver’s seat in frustration, letting gravity take control of the force of the impact. Judy slightly jumped from the sudden jolt of Hosea throwing himself back into the driver’s seat. When he had closed the door, Hosea announced, “Low on antifreeze or something. The engine is busted.”
“So we’re stranded here in the snow?” Judy asked.
“Very observant. Remind me to reward you with a gold star later,” Hosea said, crossing his arms, narrowing his gaze on the fading cloud of smoke coming from the engine.
“So what are we going to do?” Judy questioned.
Taking a moment to answer her, Hosea twiddled his thumbs as he rested his hands across his stomach shelf as he leaned back. “If I had to give an honest response,” Hosea answered. “We’re gonna have to wait it out. The snowfall doesn’t seem to be lifting any time soon. When it does, I guess we’ll walk.”
“I see,” Judy said, glancing out the window, noticing how the piles of snow around seemed to have doubled in size since they had left their apartment. Shifting her gaze away, she started to shiver. “Is it possible to heat up this car somehow?”
Hosea shook his head as he pointed at the hood of the car.
“Gotcha,” Judy said, her teeth beginning to chatter. She then observed how she began puffing out cold puffs of air. At first she found it quite intriguing, but the dropping temperature defeated her whimsy as she sniffled, following by a sneeze.
“Ah, I forgot how you’re not used to the cold,” Hosea said.
Shivering once more, Judy snapped, “Sorry if I lack the insulation!”
“Here,” Hosea said, taking off his coat and handing it to Judy.
Judy was hesitant at first to take it. She eyed it and then looked back at Hosea as if she were waiting for him to announce a punch line. When Hosea had gestured again for her to take it, Judy obeyed and wrapped herself within his coat. She took a moment to sigh in relief as a rush of warmth enveloped her body. It felt so comforting that Judy couldn’t help but smile. Turning back to Hosea, she gave a small nod of gratitude before she asked, “You sure you’re fine without your coat?”
“Insulation, remember?” Hosea snickered, patting his side.
Starting to sink in her seat, Judy muttered, “Sorry for the insu—“
“Don’t apologize, just focus on staying warm,” Hosea interrupted. A small grin then stretched across his muzzle, “Besides, we still have that restaurant to look forward too, right? The payment for using my coat as a blanket is that you’re picking up the bill.”
“I knew there was a catch,” Judy grumbled.
With a laugh, Hosea smirked, “And I can’t wait for an all you can eat free meal!”
Sinking further into his coat, Judy said, “Like me, you’re as cold as the snow.”
August 27, 2015
ART 353A
Character Traits
Hosea Celest:
Sarcastic
Calculating
Intelligent
Leader
Kind
Confident
Irritable
Supportive
Curious
Energetic
Boastful
Flirtatious
Jaded
Loyal
Resourceful
Humorous
Empathetic
Judy Coven
Impulsive
Hot-headed
Agile
Spontaneous
Caring
Ambitious
Sympathetic
Elusive
Energetic
Loud
Naïve
Resourceful
Spirited
Argumentative
Direct
Witty
Blunt
Caught in a Blizzard
The sounds of cupboards slamming echoed throughout the kitchen following shortly after with a disgruntled bark. Soon after, Hosea made his presence known within the kitchen by growling loudly, “Nothing! Nada!”
Meanwhile in the living room of the apartment complex, Judy glanced over from the couch to witness Hosea pacing back and forth, still in search of any sort of sustenance. She quietly watched as his nose twitched and quivered as he sniffed the air. Then when he had finished, Judy watched as Hosea let out a small grunt as he leaned against the counter. She eyed how he rubbed his paunch in frustration as he announced, “How can there be no food? I could’ve sworn I picked up plenty earlier this week!”
“With an appetite like yours, you’re really that surprised?” Judy said, shifting her gaze away from Hosea and toward the window, now watching as the flakes of snow seemed to cover most of everything in the outside with a blanket of white fluff.
“Was that a fat joke?” Hosea grunted, marching over to Judy’s side.
Judy at first said nothing. Her gaze was still captured by the cold tundra developing outside. “It’s as white as my fur out there,” Judy said under her breath.
Hosea’s ear flicked. Leaning down to her level, Hosea said, “Yeah, and as cold too.”
Judy quickly gave Hosea a nasty glare.
“I kid, I kid,” Hosea chuckled. “I’ve forgotten that you’re not used to this kind of weather. It’s a shame though you’re experiencing it like this. When it snows like this, it means that we’re gonna have to get used to staying inside. Enjoy the cabin fever.”
Judy’s ear drooped, “But I really wanted to try that restaurant we saw earlier. It looked nice.”
“In case you’ve forgotten with that attention span of yours, it’s snowing majorly out there. Blizzard equals baaad.”
“It’s a shame though,” Judy said, getting up and stretching. Turning toward Hosea, she patted him on the shoulder, “I can survive without a meal, but can you? Being trapped here with absolutely nothing? As I once heard it said, ‘Enjoy the cabin fever.’”
“’Enjoy the cabin fever,’ she said!” Hosea spat as he slumped back in the driver’s seat, narrowing his brow as he watched the hood of his trunk envelope in smoke. “I swear, you jinxed it! Now we’re same position as we were before. We’re stuck!”
Judy sank a little back in her seat as Hosea exited the car, popping open the trunk. She watched as he waved away the smoke to study the engine. After, he shuffled back over to the driver’s side and fell back into the driver’s seat in frustration, letting gravity take control of the force of the impact. Judy slightly jumped from the sudden jolt of Hosea throwing himself back into the driver’s seat. When he had closed the door, Hosea announced, “Low on antifreeze or something. The engine is busted.”
“So we’re stranded here in the snow?” Judy asked.
“Very observant. Remind me to reward you with a gold star later,” Hosea said, crossing his arms, narrowing his gaze on the fading cloud of smoke coming from the engine.
“So what are we going to do?” Judy questioned.
Taking a moment to answer her, Hosea twiddled his thumbs as he rested his hands across his stomach shelf as he leaned back. “If I had to give an honest response,” Hosea answered. “We’re gonna have to wait it out. The snowfall doesn’t seem to be lifting any time soon. When it does, I guess we’ll walk.”
“I see,” Judy said, glancing out the window, noticing how the piles of snow around seemed to have doubled in size since they had left their apartment. Shifting her gaze away, she started to shiver. “Is it possible to heat up this car somehow?”
Hosea shook his head as he pointed at the hood of the car.
“Gotcha,” Judy said, her teeth beginning to chatter. She then observed how she began puffing out cold puffs of air. At first she found it quite intriguing, but the dropping temperature defeated her whimsy as she sniffled, following by a sneeze.
“Ah, I forgot how you’re not used to the cold,” Hosea said.
Shivering once more, Judy snapped, “Sorry if I lack the insulation!”
“Here,” Hosea said, taking off his coat and handing it to Judy.
Judy was hesitant at first to take it. She eyed it and then looked back at Hosea as if she were waiting for him to announce a punch line. When Hosea had gestured again for her to take it, Judy obeyed and wrapped herself within his coat. She took a moment to sigh in relief as a rush of warmth enveloped her body. It felt so comforting that Judy couldn’t help but smile. Turning back to Hosea, she gave a small nod of gratitude before she asked, “You sure you’re fine without your coat?”
“Insulation, remember?” Hosea snickered, patting his side.
Starting to sink in her seat, Judy muttered, “Sorry for the insu—“
“Don’t apologize, just focus on staying warm,” Hosea interrupted. A small grin then stretched across his muzzle, “Besides, we still have that restaurant to look forward too, right? The payment for using my coat as a blanket is that you’re picking up the bill.”
“I knew there was a catch,” Judy grumbled.
With a laugh, Hosea smirked, “And I can’t wait for an all you can eat free meal!”
Sinking further into his coat, Judy said, “Like me, you’re as cold as the snow.”
Thursday, March 26, 2015
353A W.I.P. Layouts
Sunday, March 1, 2015
353A Story Concept revised
The smell of anticipation lofted through the air at the Lower Canyon Park as Roger waited eagerly under a tree for his son. His gaze does not shift away from the branches above as he watched his son, Roger Jr., eagerly hop onto the highest branch that he could climb. The odd thing about the baby bird was that he wore a bright yellow helmet while wearing a bright orange life jacket.
As Roger Jr. continued his climb, Roger started to grind his beak uneasily as he witnessed his son starting to practice his flapping motions. Once finished, Roger Jr. stretched out wings, embracing the warm summer breeze in hopes that it would aid him in flying alongside the clouds. The little ball of feathers then took his leap. However, Roger Jr. did not anticipate his lack of strength to pick up his own body. Instead of lifting up, Roger Jr. started to fall.
Almost instantly, Roger swiftly reacted by throwing a pillow at the trunk of the tree. With a sigh of relief, Roger let a small smile stretch across his beak as Roger Jr. landed on the pillow safely, though his smile quickly faded to a frown when he heard the sound of his own son’s whimpering.
Leaping off the pillow, Roger Jr. hopped over to Roger, flapping his wings in a bouncing motion, only getting more depressed as the act of gravity pulled him back to the ground.
Leaping off the pillow, Roger Jr. hopped over to Roger, flapping his wings in a bouncing motion, only getting more depressed as the act of gravity pulled him back to the ground.
To calm his son, Roger gave Roger Jr. a small pat on the head. Soon after, Roger then threw out his other wing into the air, following with a loud squawk of assurance that he was going to teach his son to fly by the end of the day, no matter what.
The animals at the park then started to gather, watching in curiosity at how Roger assembled Roger Jr. onto the teeter-totter. At the other end, Roger gave a thumbs up to a Saint Bernard to hop onto the teeter-totter when ready. At the other end, Roger Jr. began to flap his wings, showing off that he was rearing to take off.
Roger took a brief moment to lavish in his clever idea to help his son fly. All he needed was to start high in the air instead of taking off at the tree. Thinking about how happy his son was going to be once he would start flying, Roger didn’t even noticed that the large dog had already jumped onto the teeter-totter, catapulting Roger Jr. at high speed into the air. Roger then broke from his daydream to see how his son was doing, only then to quickly gasp to see that Roger Jr. was plummeting back to the earth.
Beginning to panic, Roger quickly lifted the Saint Bernard and threw the dog onto the ground beneath Roger Jr. so that his son could safely land on him like the pillow he had before. As Roger Jr. landed on the dog’s stomach, he let out a disgruntled grunt at the impact, only to follow with Roger Jr.’s squeaks as he flapped his wings once more in desperation to fly again.
Shrugging his shoulders in relief to see his son all right, Roger changed his focus onto his next idea to send his son to fly. As he walked his son over to the empty swing sets, the Saint Bernard and other critters of the park followed. As Roger Jr. set his son onto the empty swing set, Roger signaled the Saint Bernard to start pushing the swing. With a nodding bark, the Saint Bernard started to push the swing slightly harder and harder with each returning pendulum motion. Roger and the other animals watched quietly as their heads followed the swinging motion, holding their breathes until the very moment when Roger Jr. would take off.
As his son swung, Roger’s beak started chatter, wondering if the result would turn out like the teeter-totter. The thought of his son being unhappy about not flying only made Roger’s heart sink further. Before he could give any further thought, Roger Jr. had launched into the air. The critters and Roger let out a cheer to see that Roger Jr. was flying high, though to their surprise his trajectory had sent Roger Jr. into the balloon stand.
With a wince in unison, the animals quickly dashed over to Roger Jr.’s aid. Once they had arrived, they noticed that a bush of balloons had floated down to them. From amongst the levitating body of balloons was a muffled chirp from Roger Jr..
Beginning to peck away some of the balloons, Roger gave a small smile to see that his son was fine, but tangled in the strings of the balloons. He tried tugging at the strings, though to no avail could he set Roger Jr. free. As Roger tugged, he noticed how happy his son was to be levitating off the ground, however Roger observed how tightly bound the balloon strings were around his son that he couldn’t even move his wings.
Frowning that he would make his son upset, Roger unstrapped the life jacket and helmet from Roger Jr. so that it would be able to free Roger Jr. from the balloon strings bondage. Once he did, he watched as the balloons carried away the safety equipment, leaving his son behind to bounce as he landed on the ground. Roger after lowered his head as he could hear the collective disappointment murmuring from the critters around him.
Roger knew that he didn’t need the ability to read the minds of the animals around him; Roger figured that in their eyes he must have looked like a terrible father since he took away the happiness of his son instantly as soon as he began flying. Roger feared more about what his son would now think of him of him now. He wanted his son to fly, yes, but with Roger Jr.’s own ability and not with the help of balloons. He felt that Roger Jr. would forever hate him.
Suddenly, Roger heard a small chirp with an enthusiastic cheer from the animals. Lifting his head up, Roger’s eyes widen to witness that his son was flying next to him. Roger was puzzled at how his son was flying. He had tried everything within his power to assist Roger Jr. to fly. Why could his son fly now but not before?
Roger’s though process came to a halt as he noticed how the safety equipment slowly floated away in the distance. Looking back at his son, Roger let out a small chuckle to realize that it was the weight of Roger’s equipment that held his son down.
Giving a gleeful chirp, Roger watched as his son continued to flutter along as the body of balloons faded off into the deep blue sky.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
353A Character Turnaround & etc.
Image 1: Shape experiments
Image 2: Construction Shape
Image 3: Roger Turnaround
Image 4: Roger Gestures
Monday, February 16, 2015
353A Story concept ideas
For this particular story, I’ve been brainstorming the scenario throughout my mind for the past week. The information down below are just rough ideas. I understand from the critique that the entire story can change around, so I’m not personally keen or adamant to any specific idea of a scenario that I’ve listed, although I’m very interested in getting feedback or suggestions.
Story:
Roger is ecstatic that today is the day that he is going to teach his youngest son how to fly. Roger of course is confident that it won’t be too hard since he taught his first two offsprings to fly with no problems whatsoever. However, to his surprise, Roger Jr. is not a quick learner as his other siblings, which in result, makes Roger Jr. sad. In response to this, Roger starts searching for alternative methods to achieve making his son fly.
Setting: A park or a backyard
Ideas of what can happen at the park/backyard in animated short (in no particular order)
Roger Jr. isn’t getting the hang of flying and injures himself on first flight. Roger then desperately tries to start off more simple method to assist him to fly.
Roger covers Roger Jr. with a helmet, water-wings, and a pillow before sending his child to start flight again with Roger’s own alternative methods on how to fly.
Roger tries to find an alternate method of making his son fly by trying to tie a balloon onto him. Or maybe it can be the conclusion to how his son starts flying by running into a balloon vender and a balloon gets stuck on Roger Jr., which in result causes him to fly.
Roger tries to teach his son how to flap his wings, though Roger Jr. starts spinning his wings like a propeller. Roger then chases after his child desperately before he hurts himself.
Roger ties a balloon on his child to help in flight, but Roger Jr. starts to float away.
Roger attaches a bottle-rocket on child to help him fly.
Roger uses a teeter-totter to try to hoist up his son into the air.
Roger attaches a kite to Roger Jr.
Roger attaches a remote control airplane to Roger Jr.
Story:
Roger is ecstatic that today is the day that he is going to teach his youngest son how to fly. Roger of course is confident that it won’t be too hard since he taught his first two offsprings to fly with no problems whatsoever. However, to his surprise, Roger Jr. is not a quick learner as his other siblings, which in result, makes Roger Jr. sad. In response to this, Roger starts searching for alternative methods to achieve making his son fly.
Setting: A park or a backyard
Ideas of what can happen at the park/backyard in animated short (in no particular order)
Roger Jr. isn’t getting the hang of flying and injures himself on first flight. Roger then desperately tries to start off more simple method to assist him to fly.
Roger covers Roger Jr. with a helmet, water-wings, and a pillow before sending his child to start flight again with Roger’s own alternative methods on how to fly.
Roger tries to find an alternate method of making his son fly by trying to tie a balloon onto him. Or maybe it can be the conclusion to how his son starts flying by running into a balloon vender and a balloon gets stuck on Roger Jr., which in result causes him to fly.
Roger tries to teach his son how to flap his wings, though Roger Jr. starts spinning his wings like a propeller. Roger then chases after his child desperately before he hurts himself.
Roger ties a balloon on his child to help in flight, but Roger Jr. starts to float away.
Roger attaches a bottle-rocket on child to help him fly.
Roger uses a teeter-totter to try to hoist up his son into the air.
Roger attaches a kite to Roger Jr.
Roger attaches a remote control airplane to Roger Jr.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Character Assessment Assignment:
Parent Woodpecker’s name: Roger
Baby Woodpecker’s name: Roger Jr.
Backstory:
Roger was the youngest of two. Being the baby brother, he was pestered by his elder sister a lot, though when they had both left the nest, Roger had to learn to grow up fast. The first thing Roger had to do was build a nest. Luckily for him, Roger was very good with his beak. He found the task easy since he always played with the twigs in nest when young. Once he had built the nest, he found himself confronted with saving another one of his kind against a cat climbing a nearby tree. At first hesitant to do anything, Roger quickly drew up the courage to flutter across to the other tree and save the other woodpecker by peck at the cat’s nose.
With his success, Roger found himself settling down in his new-made nest with the woodpecker Virginia. They had 3 children together: Virginia Jr., Peckers, and Roger Jr.. Having experience training the other two offspring without any trouble whatsoever, Roger assumed it was going to be relatively the same.
However, he was wrong. Roger Jr. was not what he expected—quite the opposite in fact of his own personality. Nevertheless, Roger loved his son and he was ready to teach his son the ways of the woodpecker-world—even if it meant a rigorous test of his own patience.
Roger’s character aspects:
Willful
Stoic
Quiet
Dry
Sarcastic
Father
Caring
Responsible
Tactical
Impulsive
Feisty
Patient
Intelligent
Opportunists
Loving
Loyal
Curious
Roger Jr.’s character aspects:
Determined
Energetic
Hyperactive
Awkward
Humorous
Absent-minded
Annoying
Naïve
Impulsive
Spontaneous
Loving
Petite
Curious
Toll Booth scenario:
It’s amazing in the first place that Roger would be able to drive a car since he’s a typical woodpecker. Nevertheless, he pulls up to the automated toll booth with no money while another car behind him is honking.
The very noise makes Roger jump and shrivel. As the honking continues longer, Roger starts searching around in the car, hopping from seat to seat, frantically searching for the source of the annoying sound. Without a moment’s notice, the honking ceases. The silence makes Roger pause. He slowly glances around, anticipating if he were to hear the noise again. After a good long moment of silence, Roger retracts back in relief, beginning to fluff up his feathers. As he flutters, he notices that someone is approaching the car.
Freezing instantly, Roger watches without any movement as the driver from the other car starts pounding on the windows with their fists while also shouting profanities. Roger in response decides to hop on over to the driver’s seat, observing how the other driver could not enter the car. It was as if there was some invisible force field protecting woodpecker.
Curious about the phenomenon, Roger starts pecking at the glass window of the driver’s seat, trying to learn the secrets of this invisible wall. His pecking however seemed to have made the other driver cease for a second, but then start pounding again.
Flinching again from the pounding, Roger quickly tries to fly away from the window, but he found himself flying into the center of the driving-wheel, resulting in the car itself to honk. This made Roger hesitate. He took a moment to perch on top of the wheel and inch his beak down toward the center. Rearing himself back, he pecked as hard as he could against the wheel.
The car released a loud honk.
Roger ruffled in excitement for he had discovered the source of the honking. He pecked at it again, resulting in another honk. Soon enough, Roger began to peck the wheel repeatedly.
HONK! HONK! HONK!
As Roger began his honking-spree, he noticed that this very noise seemed to have driven the frustrated driver away. Because of this, Roger found himself growing fond of this particular noise. He kept pecking away.
HONK! HONK! HONK!
Parent Woodpecker’s name: Roger
Baby Woodpecker’s name: Roger Jr.
Backstory:
Roger was the youngest of two. Being the baby brother, he was pestered by his elder sister a lot, though when they had both left the nest, Roger had to learn to grow up fast. The first thing Roger had to do was build a nest. Luckily for him, Roger was very good with his beak. He found the task easy since he always played with the twigs in nest when young. Once he had built the nest, he found himself confronted with saving another one of his kind against a cat climbing a nearby tree. At first hesitant to do anything, Roger quickly drew up the courage to flutter across to the other tree and save the other woodpecker by peck at the cat’s nose.
With his success, Roger found himself settling down in his new-made nest with the woodpecker Virginia. They had 3 children together: Virginia Jr., Peckers, and Roger Jr.. Having experience training the other two offspring without any trouble whatsoever, Roger assumed it was going to be relatively the same.
However, he was wrong. Roger Jr. was not what he expected—quite the opposite in fact of his own personality. Nevertheless, Roger loved his son and he was ready to teach his son the ways of the woodpecker-world—even if it meant a rigorous test of his own patience.
Roger’s character aspects:
Willful
Stoic
Quiet
Dry
Sarcastic
Father
Caring
Responsible
Tactical
Impulsive
Feisty
Patient
Intelligent
Opportunists
Loving
Loyal
Curious
Roger Jr.’s character aspects:
Determined
Energetic
Hyperactive
Awkward
Humorous
Absent-minded
Annoying
Naïve
Impulsive
Spontaneous
Loving
Petite
Curious
Toll Booth scenario:
It’s amazing in the first place that Roger would be able to drive a car since he’s a typical woodpecker. Nevertheless, he pulls up to the automated toll booth with no money while another car behind him is honking.
The very noise makes Roger jump and shrivel. As the honking continues longer, Roger starts searching around in the car, hopping from seat to seat, frantically searching for the source of the annoying sound. Without a moment’s notice, the honking ceases. The silence makes Roger pause. He slowly glances around, anticipating if he were to hear the noise again. After a good long moment of silence, Roger retracts back in relief, beginning to fluff up his feathers. As he flutters, he notices that someone is approaching the car.
Freezing instantly, Roger watches without any movement as the driver from the other car starts pounding on the windows with their fists while also shouting profanities. Roger in response decides to hop on over to the driver’s seat, observing how the other driver could not enter the car. It was as if there was some invisible force field protecting woodpecker.
Curious about the phenomenon, Roger starts pecking at the glass window of the driver’s seat, trying to learn the secrets of this invisible wall. His pecking however seemed to have made the other driver cease for a second, but then start pounding again.
Flinching again from the pounding, Roger quickly tries to fly away from the window, but he found himself flying into the center of the driving-wheel, resulting in the car itself to honk. This made Roger hesitate. He took a moment to perch on top of the wheel and inch his beak down toward the center. Rearing himself back, he pecked as hard as he could against the wheel.
The car released a loud honk.
Roger ruffled in excitement for he had discovered the source of the honking. He pecked at it again, resulting in another honk. Soon enough, Roger began to peck the wheel repeatedly.
HONK! HONK! HONK!
As Roger began his honking-spree, he noticed that this very noise seemed to have driven the frustrated driver away. Because of this, Roger found himself growing fond of this particular noise. He kept pecking away.
HONK! HONK! HONK!
Monday, January 26, 2015
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