It took me 10 long years to get up here and be able to go to animation school.
Just yesterday i started production on my final animated short. Time has gone by way too fast, and i can't believe i am at the final 3 months of my journey to be a full fledged animator.
This, like most noteworthy journeys, has been a lonely one.
Yes, Vancouver has welcomed me with open arms, and all my expectations have been exceeded... but i have also had the loneliest period of my life.
Not being one to shy away from talking to strangers and making friends, my charm, wit and cleverness has failed me in securing new friends is this cold land i call home. Could be a cultural clash... or it could be that people up here just dont give a flying fuck.
Regardless of that, i like to think i thrive... like the true survivor i am.
"All things happen for a reason" i reminded myself as i worked yesterday. I was making sure i was following my animation schedule, planning my first two scenes of my film and making sure all rigs, lighting, textures and such were working and ready to go.
Eve though we are the directors of our own films, we still have a lot of guidance from our instructors... and in order to be able to proceed from one stage to another, we need their approval. This is done to immerse us in the same type of environment we would expect at an animation studio once we graduate.
We go from planning to blocking to finishing our scenes in a predisposed sequence. We decided -beforehand- the rhythm, form and pace of this sequence and now we are slaves to it. It is a map that will lead me to the final destination i have longed for so long.
Two days have gone now, and i am on track. Being the media-whore that i am (follow me on Twitter: Butterfest) I have made sure i shy away from interacting with the -roughly- 500 people/spam bot accounts that follow me and are entertained by the bullshit and nonsense i spew with gusto, by forcing myself to follow a 9 to 5 workday, in a Monday to Friday workweek.
Since i only got 3 months to complete my film, i am now faced with the choice of doing good work, the work that i have longed to perform for the last 10 or so years of my life, or keep on procrastinating and spewing inane nonsense for the entertainment of the masses.
Tough choice? -I think not.
Henry Rollins, one of the people that i really look up to said that he rather be someone who does music as opposed to someone who talks about making music (or something to that effect!) and i have come to the realization that i share that point of view.
I rather spend my time creating something than reading stuff online and reblogging this and that via facebook or twitter or whatever.
My friend Holga -whom you should TOTALLY go and show your love to make her pink ASAP- wrote something along the lines of that recently. She was saying how she thinks she should spend more time creating things than just re-posting the things that she reads here and there.
She's a sensible one, that one... i like her a lot, and is one of the few people that i really miss from the gang i used to roll back home, in the back ass tropical country i called home.
It is late now, and i have been listening to a new band i discovered not long ago: SOEN. Great band. I just recently got their CD online and as of yesterday, i have been consuming their stuff nonstop and pretty much in repeat.
It's creative material like this that keep me afloat and helps me go day to day as i pour out my heart and soul on my own creations.... so, i rather be the dude who created something, instead of the guy who told you about what some one else did elsewhere.
And if in order to do that i must endure an even extended period of solitude, so be it. This is nothing more than a return to my roots, half a lifetime away, when i used to spend my days listening to music and drawing, while my contemporaries would party their little pubescent asses away and talked about cars, parties and who tried -and most likely failed- to fuck who.
Estranged from that environment, i became a better person and today i sit here, almost at the end of a long journey... while they still sit back home and talk about cars, parties and who tried to -and mostly succeeded- to fuck who.
It's late, and i apologize. I am really tired and will be hitting the hay soon. I set out just to make a little blurb about the things -foremost things, that is- in my head and ended up spewing this lengthy diatribe of nonsense.
If you have made it this far, i appreciate the time you have spent on me. Your feedback is appreciated too; as i mentioned before, it's not like i get to talk to many people up here. Proof of that is this long string of words that just poured from my head, into my hands and into this hypertext.
Once again, thank you.
Tomorrow is Day 3 of my production. I will continue blocking Scene 2, and once that is approved i shall complete the animation on said scene, as well as addressing the notes on Scene 9.
I leave you with a bit of SOEN... and one of the songs i like the most.
Just yesterday i started production on my final animated short. Time has gone by way too fast, and i can't believe i am at the final 3 months of my journey to be a full fledged animator.
This, like most noteworthy journeys, has been a lonely one.
Yes, Vancouver has welcomed me with open arms, and all my expectations have been exceeded... but i have also had the loneliest period of my life.
Not being one to shy away from talking to strangers and making friends, my charm, wit and cleverness has failed me in securing new friends is this cold land i call home. Could be a cultural clash... or it could be that people up here just dont give a flying fuck.
Regardless of that, i like to think i thrive... like the true survivor i am.
"All things happen for a reason" i reminded myself as i worked yesterday. I was making sure i was following my animation schedule, planning my first two scenes of my film and making sure all rigs, lighting, textures and such were working and ready to go.
Eve though we are the directors of our own films, we still have a lot of guidance from our instructors... and in order to be able to proceed from one stage to another, we need their approval. This is done to immerse us in the same type of environment we would expect at an animation studio once we graduate.
We go from planning to blocking to finishing our scenes in a predisposed sequence. We decided -beforehand- the rhythm, form and pace of this sequence and now we are slaves to it. It is a map that will lead me to the final destination i have longed for so long.
Two days have gone now, and i am on track. Being the media-whore that i am (follow me on Twitter: Butterfest) I have made sure i shy away from interacting with the -roughly- 500 people/spam bot accounts that follow me and are entertained by the bullshit and nonsense i spew with gusto, by forcing myself to follow a 9 to 5 workday, in a Monday to Friday workweek.
Since i only got 3 months to complete my film, i am now faced with the choice of doing good work, the work that i have longed to perform for the last 10 or so years of my life, or keep on procrastinating and spewing inane nonsense for the entertainment of the masses.
Tough choice? -I think not.
Henry Rollins, one of the people that i really look up to said that he rather be someone who does music as opposed to someone who talks about making music (or something to that effect!) and i have come to the realization that i share that point of view.
I rather spend my time creating something than reading stuff online and reblogging this and that via facebook or twitter or whatever.
My friend Holga -whom you should TOTALLY go and show your love to make her pink ASAP- wrote something along the lines of that recently. She was saying how she thinks she should spend more time creating things than just re-posting the things that she reads here and there.
She's a sensible one, that one... i like her a lot, and is one of the few people that i really miss from the gang i used to roll back home, in the back ass tropical country i called home.
It is late now, and i have been listening to a new band i discovered not long ago: SOEN. Great band. I just recently got their CD online and as of yesterday, i have been consuming their stuff nonstop and pretty much in repeat.
It's creative material like this that keep me afloat and helps me go day to day as i pour out my heart and soul on my own creations.... so, i rather be the dude who created something, instead of the guy who told you about what some one else did elsewhere.
And if in order to do that i must endure an even extended period of solitude, so be it. This is nothing more than a return to my roots, half a lifetime away, when i used to spend my days listening to music and drawing, while my contemporaries would party their little pubescent asses away and talked about cars, parties and who tried -and most likely failed- to fuck who.
Estranged from that environment, i became a better person and today i sit here, almost at the end of a long journey... while they still sit back home and talk about cars, parties and who tried to -and mostly succeeded- to fuck who.
It's late, and i apologize. I am really tired and will be hitting the hay soon. I set out just to make a little blurb about the things -foremost things, that is- in my head and ended up spewing this lengthy diatribe of nonsense.
If you have made it this far, i appreciate the time you have spent on me. Your feedback is appreciated too; as i mentioned before, it's not like i get to talk to many people up here. Proof of that is this long string of words that just poured from my head, into my hands and into this hypertext.
Once again, thank you.
Tomorrow is Day 3 of my production. I will continue blocking Scene 2, and once that is approved i shall complete the animation on said scene, as well as addressing the notes on Scene 9.
I leave you with a bit of SOEN... and one of the songs i like the most.