I’m a big fan of the Bourne Whatever series. In fact it’s about the only set of movies I watch annually. The camera work and the way the scenes are mapped out really draw me into it. It makes you feel like your tagging along to see what happens. And those huge ass establishment shots?…
Femur again. I’m not sure what I was meant to post here. Since I got owned by a particularly bad bus headache and the awful feeling I might throw up at any minute between this post and the last. Oh well, How about we make it: Mum always makes you feel better.
I have a thing for firsts. First posts, first past the post, first post-it notes. This doodle wasn’t an official one in the book (It is now though, with some quick swipes from a scalpel and a good lick-a-glue. This is my first *shudders* FAN. ART, I have ever really done. It’s also the first…
Crowd participation is hilarious when said crowd has no idea what to do. For the remainder of the skit everyone thought Robert was part of it since he decided to make the sounds of a crowd. Talking about church, I’ve got the job of filming the various things we do over the week, to show…
Hmmm, not very well drawn… Ben Folds is one of those artists who I’m not sure I would like as a person. But that’s ok. Since he’s been pumping cool music since before I was born. This probably shouldn’t have been what my doodle was about today. It should have been about getting a high…
There’s been a small trend lately towards Disney marathons. Or at least, the proposal of such an event met with varying degrees of approval. Mine being the strongest against. Maybe it’s because I didn’t have TV as much as a kid, or maybe my lack of excitement when it comes to musicals. I like looking…
What this and my last post is illustrating, children, is how to get a stunted mark from your lecturers. Eric is pretty rad though, although I’m still getting used to his demeanor. I got flustered and gave a bogus presentation today due to it (That and my confusion with grid systems. I so desperately wanted to say it…
All was quiet during the class, and throughout the design school there was a general lull in chatter. The squeak of the marker running across the white board could be heard as Elette drew arrows that represented story arcs. Becky brought the can of demon to her lips slowly, paying half attention. Izak watched. His heart beat…
I almost missed this day. Fortunatly I had done a drawing earlier in the day that I plundered out of my notebook and stuck in my doodle a day. Give her a big coat and black hair and she’s a minor player in my Femur story. Spot the spare key in this photo. Note to…
It was one of those days. Yeah, you know the ones, the ones that have a “21st of March” to represent them… Look. A giant toilet roll on a door.