Friday, December 05, 2008
Finished Rough Animation?
A more finished rough test. I did the effects first pass. I might play around with the dust cloud more but probably gonna start the long arduous clean up process.
Monday, December 01, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Work in Progress
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
quick colour balance tests
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Fair Day 2
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Revised Layout
Monday, November 10, 2008
Went to the Fair
Went to the Royal Winter Fair the other day, have always loved the fair. Ran into a good friend who I worked with the last two summers. I also met some nice people who really liked the drawings. Sold a couple to a nice lady. Here are a few from the end of the day that I liked. I will be back Wednesday drawing.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Some Life Drawing
Friday, October 17, 2008
Action Analysis Design Pack
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Leaving for the North..................
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Sketching in good ole photoshop
So anyways I've been watching a few gnomon dvd's lately, which are unbelievable. I picked up a few tips here and there and thought I would give them a try. This is a work in progress, alot left to finalize it and colour it up. It's some kind of creature but based on a prior sketch i did. With school getting crazy this may be my last post till summer. Enjoy!
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Animations for second semester so far.......
Anyways here are my first two animations for the second semester. The lip sync is a clip from back to the future and is not really all that great. I tried hitting every single sound and mouth shape so the mouth pops back and forth alot and does not have much flow to it. The human sync is a clip from forest gump and I killed myself on this one starting off over animating it and trying to do to much with the acting but I know that is a common problem for young animators. I simplified it alot and it is really rough. My muzzle sync I will post soon is a Work in Progress and will end up getting finished later on in the summer but so far so good. Enjoy!
Animal Characters
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
An Old Layout I did...........of a Barn
Saturday, February 23, 2008
A Work in Porgress
Okay so for layout class we had to do a pan which was really fun.......untill we had to put it together on the computer. At least i learned alot about software and such. This is a work in progress as I still need slo in and slo out and I would like to play wiht the overlays as well. Enjoy
Saturday, February 16, 2008
A little bit of Realization for myself
So I was just looking through a web log that Algonquin Outfitters had just to see what is up and got bored so started going through the archives when I discovered a letter. A letter which after reading made me realize alot of things and made me think about my life a little bit more. I felt like it was me writing this letter and it was my ideas and thoughts being put on paper. It not only gave me awareness but also inspiration and some hope for the future. Without further a due here it is.
TAKEN FROM ALGONQUIN OUTFITTERS WEB LOG
http://algonquinoutfitters.blogspot.com/
Andrew Middleton, one of our contract canoe trip guides. Andrew is a teacher in the off-season and like many people, finds a way to arrange his life so that he can spend as much time as possible in Algonquin Park during the summer. Unlike some, he has even found a way to get paid for going on canoe trips. He an excellent guide and usually, a very up-beat person. On a cold rainy day in Montreal. he had a moment of truth, and kindly offered to share with the world, on our blog. The story below is all his:
Gord,
Reading the A.O. blog made me think of this moment a few weeks ago that made me ill. I thought it would be very good therapy to write it out. All it did was make me want to paddle. but it is raining. and cold. (Perfect...)
Hope all is well
Andrew
Life in the %&#*@#& Mean City
It hit me when I was stuck in traffic. There I was; 7:30 in the morning in Montreal, drinking cheap gas station coffee from a travel mug on highway twenty at the thirteen merge.
There was on one side of me this cheese ball teenage something or other, probably on his way to school or at best a telemarketing gig. His bright orange Honda Civic had a muffler that made my spine vibrate and the loud, pulsating techno music was annoying enough that I had to crank up my talk radio so the arguments and political babble at least made the oomph oomph go away. As usual, my lane was the slowest. Then my accepted, humble existence I knew it that moment ceased to exist. On my right, creeping with an odd limp and a bounce in the rear that can only mean busted shocks was an old beat up green Land Cruiser. On its roof was an equally beat up red Swift Dumoine. I almost had an accident.
What a dichotomy. Every aspect of life I detest to my left, with the cheese ball techno racing tuner orange car guy, and on the right, everything that I love and think that is right in the world: old trucks with Swift canoes on their roof, ready to roll.
The players of this calm September morning didn't have a clue what impact they had on my day. As I made my way to my job and the hallowed halls of public school, ready to educate our nation's youth, I was overwhelmed by the immediate and seemingly innate desire to turn and run. Run back to my home, cast to the side responsibility and paychecks, hoist my boat to the roof and take off to the great wilds of the near north and disappear, at least until the snow fell. I could manage; maybe I could fake an illness. Kidney stones would do nicely; an injury that would allow me to both run away and still come back in a reasonable timeframe and resume my job. I have a Visa card; I think there is still room on it. I could just drive to Renfrew, and put in at Achray. Maybe I could just head west until I ran into Georgian Bay, or maybe just to Canoe Lake. Maybe I could just go down to the water and paddle around the infested waters on Montréal Island for the day. Maybe, maybe, maybe I just needed to go to work and forget about it. It couldn't happen, at least not today.
I wish I could just move back to Oxtongue Lake where the dual life of business and pleasure meet and the enmeshment of the two are possible. I wish I could sit at my desk and see mist. I wish I could walk in the woods and not run into a mowed lawn every ten steps. I wish that when I go paddling in the afternoon I didn't have to paddle by million dollar homes with their ignorant punk teenagers who hit golf balls at me. I wish, I wish and I wish some more. But now I shall simply be relegated to the unenviable task of living in the smog and concrete collecting my pay, watching the lanes that I am not in carry the lucky folks and their Dumoine off into the urban jungle I call home. Summer shall soon return and I with it.
Cheers,
Middleton
TAKEN FROM ALGONQUIN OUTFITTERS WEB LOG
http://algonquinoutfitters.blogspot.com/
Andrew Middleton, one of our contract canoe trip guides. Andrew is a teacher in the off-season and like many people, finds a way to arrange his life so that he can spend as much time as possible in Algonquin Park during the summer. Unlike some, he has even found a way to get paid for going on canoe trips. He an excellent guide and usually, a very up-beat person. On a cold rainy day in Montreal. he had a moment of truth, and kindly offered to share with the world, on our blog. The story below is all his:
Gord,
Reading the A.O. blog made me think of this moment a few weeks ago that made me ill. I thought it would be very good therapy to write it out. All it did was make me want to paddle. but it is raining. and cold. (Perfect...)
Hope all is well
Andrew
Life in the %&#*@#& Mean City
It hit me when I was stuck in traffic. There I was; 7:30 in the morning in Montreal, drinking cheap gas station coffee from a travel mug on highway twenty at the thirteen merge.
There was on one side of me this cheese ball teenage something or other, probably on his way to school or at best a telemarketing gig. His bright orange Honda Civic had a muffler that made my spine vibrate and the loud, pulsating techno music was annoying enough that I had to crank up my talk radio so the arguments and political babble at least made the oomph oomph go away. As usual, my lane was the slowest. Then my accepted, humble existence I knew it that moment ceased to exist. On my right, creeping with an odd limp and a bounce in the rear that can only mean busted shocks was an old beat up green Land Cruiser. On its roof was an equally beat up red Swift Dumoine. I almost had an accident.
What a dichotomy. Every aspect of life I detest to my left, with the cheese ball techno racing tuner orange car guy, and on the right, everything that I love and think that is right in the world: old trucks with Swift canoes on their roof, ready to roll.
The players of this calm September morning didn't have a clue what impact they had on my day. As I made my way to my job and the hallowed halls of public school, ready to educate our nation's youth, I was overwhelmed by the immediate and seemingly innate desire to turn and run. Run back to my home, cast to the side responsibility and paychecks, hoist my boat to the roof and take off to the great wilds of the near north and disappear, at least until the snow fell. I could manage; maybe I could fake an illness. Kidney stones would do nicely; an injury that would allow me to both run away and still come back in a reasonable timeframe and resume my job. I have a Visa card; I think there is still room on it. I could just drive to Renfrew, and put in at Achray. Maybe I could just head west until I ran into Georgian Bay, or maybe just to Canoe Lake. Maybe I could just go down to the water and paddle around the infested waters on Montréal Island for the day. Maybe, maybe, maybe I just needed to go to work and forget about it. It couldn't happen, at least not today.
I wish I could just move back to Oxtongue Lake where the dual life of business and pleasure meet and the enmeshment of the two are possible. I wish I could sit at my desk and see mist. I wish I could walk in the woods and not run into a mowed lawn every ten steps. I wish that when I go paddling in the afternoon I didn't have to paddle by million dollar homes with their ignorant punk teenagers who hit golf balls at me. I wish, I wish and I wish some more. But now I shall simply be relegated to the unenviable task of living in the smog and concrete collecting my pay, watching the lanes that I am not in carry the lucky folks and their Dumoine off into the urban jungle I call home. Summer shall soon return and I with it.
Cheers,
Middleton
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
The General
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