Today I learned that you can create a pretty solid looking animation on an iPhone.
I also learned several different methods of creating animation and was able to experiment with these in my group.
Working hands-on is a helpful way to learn. I think this is probably the most effective way to remember information.
The apple boxes and sandbags were an interesting and effective way to set up these stations and I am processing all these things to acquire in the future for my room.
These tricks are helpful to learn for independent projects. And I love independent projects. I am very excited for my group's project, not just for the product itself, but for the process of learning these creative outlets for the future.
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Monday, May 30, 2016
Blog 9 - Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis
The concept of my group's animation is the cycle of life.
Inspired by the great Mapplethorpe's surreal take on his own deterioration in his final stages of life, Metamorphosis will juxtapose the life of a butterfly with the aging process of a human. The goal is to show beauty and sadness in combination.
Our plan is to use charcoal and sand to incrementally display transpiration as a living creature is fading away... We also hope to use newspaper cutouts for the human face so we can more effectively manipulate and convey the process of aging.
The piece is broken into four parts:
The first stage will project the development of a cocoon into a butterfly.
The second and third stages will follow the growth and deterioration of a human into dust (sand).
And the final stage will reveal the grown butterfly perching on the dust and coyly floating away.
Here are examples for stylistic inspiration by Robert Mapplethorpe:
And, finally, here are our collective storyboards we created together as a group.
Stage 1 - James - cocoon to butterfly
The concept of my group's animation is the cycle of life.
Inspired by the great Mapplethorpe's surreal take on his own deterioration in his final stages of life, Metamorphosis will juxtapose the life of a butterfly with the aging process of a human. The goal is to show beauty and sadness in combination.
Our plan is to use charcoal and sand to incrementally display transpiration as a living creature is fading away... We also hope to use newspaper cutouts for the human face so we can more effectively manipulate and convey the process of aging.
The piece is broken into four parts:
The first stage will project the development of a cocoon into a butterfly.
The second and third stages will follow the growth and deterioration of a human into dust (sand).
And the final stage will reveal the grown butterfly perching on the dust and coyly floating away.
Here are examples for stylistic inspiration by Robert Mapplethorpe:
And, finally, here are our collective storyboards we created together as a group.
Stage 1 - James - cocoon to butterfly
Stage 2 - Maura - birth to adult
Stage 3 - Kyndall - Adult to deceased (dust)
Stage 4 - Dust to flight (butterfly path of action)
Blog 8
Perhaps the most valuable lesson I have learned from class is that it is okay to be interested in and driven by many things; a fusion of elements, in a sense.
I feel myself relating to this path, as I do not feel anchored to any one path, but rather, to a multitude of my passions.
I find myself connecting to the journey that leads to passion. Whether this journey is led by dance or song or performance art is irrelevant, because to me, the feeling is what truly matters.
Film-making is beautiful because in it's own lovely way, it connects many channels and transforms them into one. It can pinpoint beautiful moments and manipulate the way we perceive them; or it can take those same moments and reveal fragments of truth.
While I am ambiguous as to how I will earn my money, I find myself gagging at the thought of my mother nagging me to pursue a more conventional job. At the same time, I would like to sever my financial chain with my family to form my own self-sufficiency, so I am driven to unfold a means of living.
It is interesting the way that money controls people. Even artists nowadays seem begrudged with the burden of acquiring money, of pleasing others, of creating an appeal. Ethics and personal judgment are seemingly altered by this craving, and often, need or desperation for survival.
Passion is more valuable than money to me.
But passion in this world is being deteriorated by power. Because for some strange reason, little green slips of paper indicate power.
I think this is why it's so darn important to keep passion alive.
And happiness. I suppose it's all about finding a balance.
I also feel like 20-something's nowadays are having mid-life crises earlier in life. But it feels like this gets better.
I feel myself relating to this path, as I do not feel anchored to any one path, but rather, to a multitude of my passions.
I find myself connecting to the journey that leads to passion. Whether this journey is led by dance or song or performance art is irrelevant, because to me, the feeling is what truly matters.
Film-making is beautiful because in it's own lovely way, it connects many channels and transforms them into one. It can pinpoint beautiful moments and manipulate the way we perceive them; or it can take those same moments and reveal fragments of truth.
While I am ambiguous as to how I will earn my money, I find myself gagging at the thought of my mother nagging me to pursue a more conventional job. At the same time, I would like to sever my financial chain with my family to form my own self-sufficiency, so I am driven to unfold a means of living.
It is interesting the way that money controls people. Even artists nowadays seem begrudged with the burden of acquiring money, of pleasing others, of creating an appeal. Ethics and personal judgment are seemingly altered by this craving, and often, need or desperation for survival.
Passion is more valuable than money to me.
But passion in this world is being deteriorated by power. Because for some strange reason, little green slips of paper indicate power.
I think this is why it's so darn important to keep passion alive.
And happiness. I suppose it's all about finding a balance.
I also feel like 20-something's nowadays are having mid-life crises earlier in life. But it feels like this gets better.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Sound Journal - 4 - Sound in Darkness - Blog 7
Here is a sound I described in stillness.
I will call it Ghost.
A cold is present in darkness.
It feels with your ears.
A resounding sound that tells you.
It will be okay.
He likes to hide in shadows.
She likes to be unseen.
He likes to sit in corners.
She runs in alleyways.
She creates in color.
He unties his wrists.
He shakes off his bagged face.
She presents her mask.
She absorbs the pressure.
As he dissipates.
I will call it Ghost.
A cold is present in darkness.
It feels with your ears.
A resounding sound that tells you.
It will be okay.
He likes to hide in shadows.
She likes to be unseen.
He likes to sit in corners.
She runs in alleyways.
She creates in color.
He unties his wrists.
He shakes off his bagged face.
She presents her mask.
She absorbs the pressure.
As he dissipates.
Sound Journal - 3 - Puking Sound - Blog 7
Air whispers.
Safely.
Cautiously.
It brushes against the cold of the room.
A device rumbles. Puking sound.
But not too hard.
It explodes and returns to the ambiance.
And footsteps speak. They join the party.
A secret world. An untold story.
Water drips. In secrecy.
An outlier. An outsider. An unwanted leak.
And nothing waits.
It shares its' turn.
Safely.
Cautiously.
Safely.
Cautiously.
It brushes against the cold of the room.
A device rumbles. Puking sound.
But not too hard.
It explodes and returns to the ambiance.
And footsteps speak. They join the party.
A secret world. An untold story.
Water drips. In secrecy.
An outlier. An outsider. An unwanted leak.
And nothing waits.
It shares its' turn.
Safely.
Cautiously.
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Blog Journal # 2 - Blog 6
The birds hesitate to sing.
A flowering of language.
The chains threaten them in the distance.
And so they soften their tune.
As footsteps inhabit their home.
They quiet their laughter.
They smile in increments.
But the wind cradles them.
It warns them of the nothing.
And their speech begins to bloom.
For now they can exist.
A flowering of language.
The chains threaten them in the distance.
And so they soften their tune.
As footsteps inhabit their home.
They quiet their laughter.
They smile in increments.
But the wind cradles them.
It warns them of the nothing.
And their speech begins to bloom.
For now they can exist.
Sound Journal # 1 - Blog 6
A light hum erupts the room.
Chatter is scarce and underwhelming.
As laughter builds, it screams at me.
And impales the glittering silence.
But silence does not fight back.
But lays down and absorbs the violence.
And suddenly.
Quiet.
And fragments of it breathe.
And some beauty cannot fight back.
But shines when it has mercy.
Chatter is scarce and underwhelming.
As laughter builds, it screams at me.
And impales the glittering silence.
But silence does not fight back.
But lays down and absorbs the violence.
And suddenly.
Quiet.
And fragments of it breathe.
And some beauty cannot fight back.
But shines when it has mercy.
Blog 5
I have learned that sound can be a source of isolated enjoyment.
It's as if you are closing your eyes when enjoying the delicacies of a chocolate piece of cake.
Either you can engage all of your senses. Or you can isolate one of them. And truly enhance the experience.
I find myself relating most to reduced listening. I think it is perhaps the most serene to simply listen to your surroundings, and truly, authentically, take them in.
Sometimes I find myself shutting out the world, and enjoying its' simplicity.
I think this is a divine way to enjoy the fabrications and textures of stillness.
It's as if you are closing your eyes when enjoying the delicacies of a chocolate piece of cake.
Either you can engage all of your senses. Or you can isolate one of them. And truly enhance the experience.
I find myself relating most to reduced listening. I think it is perhaps the most serene to simply listen to your surroundings, and truly, authentically, take them in.
Sometimes I find myself shutting out the world, and enjoying its' simplicity.
I think this is a divine way to enjoy the fabrications and textures of stillness.
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