I am sorry for never updating

So here's a really quick post. Armadillo skeleton from the Rom,













and a terrible scan of my character design from the weight lift toss animation we did. Which I will totally post later.

sharkman wants a goldfish cracker

 

He can't have one.  Double amputee, how could he even hold it?

head turn

Oh man, this assignment gave me trouble. I liked the lip sync, but the rotation and the expression change were major trouble and exacerbated my neurotic tendencies. Fun times.

playing blog catch-up

First up, the Pink Panther walk. I enjoyed it, though it turned out a little on the robotic side.




My first year in Sheridan animation was phenomenal. To all the people in my year: I salute you guys. Aaaand I will try to post the rest of my animations in the near future.

some old animations

Here's some old stuff I never got around to uploading. First up is the second assignment of the first semester, the seaweed/page turn. I had a very hard time with the page turn starting out, but rest assured that I now know my S and C curves like nobody's business.



Next up is the box fold, which was not the most exciting of assignments.





And finishing up the stuff from first semester, here's the ball and tail. I'll try to get up my second semester work up in the near future.

Squirrel time

Here's the character poses and expressions for our final (?) project. I like squirrels.

Aaaand a couple of zoo drawings. Life drawing: not my strong point.

SEEKING FELLOW ADVENTURERS

Have you ever wanted to go on an adventure? Me too.

I don't care who you are, or what precisely the adventure is. Are you a bank manager, bored with the rote tasks of your daily life? A 84 year-old grandmother dreaming of doing something outlandish and fantastical before your kids send you to the nursing home? A peasant who has spent the last twelve years of your life mastering the most deadly forms of martial arts in order to avenge your parents, who were murdered by a one-eyed Mongolian warlord? Was your great great grand-uncle an American Civil War general from whom you have inherited a map and a series of cryptic clues that may or may not lead to buried gold? I'm in. I don't care if you don't have a TARDIS or a DeLorean, I am willing to go on a timetravelling journey with you, one second at a time. Ever wondered how supremely awkward it must be for two people with palmar hyperhidrosis to hold hands? Me and my perspiring palms are itching for an adventure into the outer realms of uncomfortable self-consciousness with you. Let's do this thing.

I must admit that I lack a rocket buffalo. Take the image above as a mere suggestion of where the whims of our explorations could very well take us. If you wish to go searching through the Rocky Mountains with me in a quest to find a space bison, I would be interested. No, I will not be providing drugs. Unless you find the euphoria of an epic voyage into the unknown to be as narcotic as I do.