On offer today: a pencil drawing of yet more winter trees, stylized and simple.
a jaunty little row of art nouveau trees
Category: art
Focal lengths and depth of field on pencil drawings
Here are a couple stills from a scene into which I'm working that oak tree drawing and the landscape I've been working on. I'm still getting the hang of working with cameras, and messing about with focal lengths and such, to get the depth of field. It's slow going, but enjoyable.
The red oak that dwarfs the big barn
Another drawing in service to the animated short I'm working on. This is one I did last weekend, and I'm hoping to get the barn and silo illustrated from at least one point of view this weekend. Also: fences. I'm looking into learning more about the puppet tool in After Effects, too, so that I’ll… Continue reading The red oak that dwarfs the big barn
A small woods, cloaked in the lonesome air of winter
A Snow Story [in progress] from Elizabeth Daggar on Vimeo. Here are the bare beginnings. (And more Ravel, as it happens.) For context, see this post and this post.
Everything pales as it recedes
Here is a fox. This is a study or start of the character design process. He will appear in the animated short I've undertaken to create. I've still not done any story boards, nor have I a story set in my mind, but I do tend to get ahead of myself with these things. Below… Continue reading Everything pales as it recedes
This winter has conspired to plant seeds for a story
I've embarked on a project that has decided it wants to be something much larger than I'd planned, which is awfully exciting (to me). What began yesterday as just a few drawings of trees and birds to layer into another snowscape has planted the seeds of a short film, a proper story. The spark has… Continue reading This winter has conspired to plant seeds for a story
It is quiet, and all the city’s a snow globe this bright morning
I've been given a snow day from work on account of this storm (referred to by meteorologists as a Bombogenesis, Bomb Cylone, and Winter Storm Greyson). It has settled in Brooklyn in the form of a persistent and blanketing snowfall out the window all morning, and not a soul around. It inspired me to make… Continue reading It is quiet, and all the city’s a snow globe this bright morning
Within an hour of waking, the sun has gladdened the windowpanes
I stayed home last night; missed several parties, missed toasting with friends who I've not seen enough of. A head cold has been slinking ‘round the door for a few days (probably a few weeks), and by Midnight it'd overtaken me. I didn’t have any the past two winters, but I've been burning candles at… Continue reading Within an hour of waking, the sun has gladdened the windowpanes
Our hopes such as they are, invisible before us, untouched and still possible*
Returned from the snow farm for the last few days of the year’s closing book. Serene here, too— quiet and white-blanketed. Few people are on the sidewalks, chilled and brittle. The emptiness of the playground today: a witness to the mercury, its height diminished despite bright sun. And here we meet our fabricated bookends for… Continue reading Our hopes such as they are, invisible before us, untouched and still possible*
The water pipes upstairs froze overnight
It’s double-quilt weather and icy lashes weather as the wind stings saltwater rills from our eyes. Shoulders hunched, we retreat into our hoods like sheltering caves. Convolutions and subtext slip away like shingles from a roof during high winds. Faced with the elemental force of cold, our needs simplify. Just as hunger renders food delicious… Continue reading The water pipes upstairs froze overnight
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