Sunday, March 29, 2015
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Monday, March 23, 2015
I spent hours then days staring at white paper, unable to draw. I simply couldn't imagine how a creature as appallingly generic as that would think or act. I ended up giving it back and the schedule no doubt took a hit. It was not my finest hour.
My best job? I've blogged about some of them, but here's one that I might not have mentioned. It was for a video game that Spumco consulted on, and it was so much fun that I could hardly wait to get to work in the morning.
One of my tasks was to think of obstacles a skateboarder might encounter on his trip through a haunted house, a demented Disneyland-type theme park, etc., etc. Not a bad job, eh? I had to work fast but it was pure pleasure.
Once I realized it might be okay to to use guns in a video game I began putting them in everything (above). I realized that trees can have guns, parakeets and goldfish can have guns, and even ghosts can have guns. Guns make everything funnier; witness Oil Can Harry's shootouts with Mighty Mouse. Of course, modern audiences are sensitive about the subject so you have to be careful.
Ghosts are easy to think of ideas for because they can never get the hang of dealing with real world objects. Even eating a meal (above, bottom right) is done in an unconventional way.
Haw! Here's (above) an update of an old Mack Sennett gag.
Well, that's all I have room for.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Nolde couldn't draw people. Maybe that's a good thing because his difficulties with line may have been what led him to concentrate entirely on color.
Nolde's early paintings (above) were influenced by Van Gogh.
Nolde painted almost exclusively in watercolor during the WWII years, and therein lies a story.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
A friend is in Germany right now and I wish I could have gone with him. I yearn to see real traditional architecture, even if it exists mostly in touristy pockets like the village above.
Here in California there are stores that sell Halloween items all year 'round. I wonder if that exists in Germany?
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Yes, all in all it's been a good life.
That's why I can't understand what my grown-up kid told me over dinner last night. He said he needed a place to stay for a few months but that he didn't want to live here. I asked why...I mean, the rent here is free, and we like having him around...and he said that he'd never get anything done here. It's way too cozy.
"Too COZY???," I asked. "What's wrong with cozy?" Everything, he said. Everything here is soft and cushy and mushy and quiet...you could spend years here without being aware that time had passed. A house like this could rob you of years of your life.
Yikes! Well, I felt I had to defend the honor of the house so I pushed him to be more specific.
KID: "Well, yeah, sort of. I don't want to exaggerate."
KID: "You're taking it all wrong."
DAD: "No, I get it...If you were here you'd be in quicksand. It's a slow death where the mud and the grass fill your lungs (Cough! Cough!) and you can't breathe anymore. That's it, right?
KID: Well....I didn't mean to imply....
DAD: But it's like that, right!? Like the Sargasso Sea???"
KID: "The Sargasso Sea!!!?? What's that got to do with anything?"
DAD: "The Sargasso Sea...a timeless, smelly, weatherless morass of rotting ships mired in decaying seaweed. A sailor caught in that is never seen again. That's what you think this house is like!"
KID: "Not exactly. Look, I don't want to offend. Maybe it's your collection of cats!"
KID: "Ah, but it's as if..."
DAD: "I know, I know. It's as if I had false teeth."
DAD: "Why not? I wouldn't bother you...oh, wait a minute..."
KID: "Yuuuuch! Nobody wants to talk to their Dad about sex! "
KID: "Yikes! That's disgusting! Dad, you're not getting what I'm saying."
DAD (REALIZING HE'S BEATEN): "Okay, all this talk is making me hungry. Let's see...I don't have any dirty scorpions..."
DAD: "...but I do have this half-eaten Doritos!"
KID: "Excellent! Let's eat!"