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.
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