l'animation inanimés: March 2011

Friday 11 March 2011

London by William Blake

I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.

But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.

Sestina of the Tramp-Royal

BY RUDYARD KIPLING

1896

Speakin’ in general, I ’ave tried ’em all—

The ’appy roads that take you o’er the world.

Speakin’ in general, I ’ave found them good

For such as cannot use one bed too long,

But must get ’ence, the same as I ’ave done,

An’ go observin’ matters till they die.

What do it matter where or ’ow we die,

So long as we’ve our ’ealth to watch it all—

The different ways that different things are done,

An’ men an’ women lovin’ in this world;

Takin’ our chances as they come along,

An’ when they ain’t, pretendin’ they are good?

In cash or credit—no, it aren’t no good;

You ’ave to ’ave the ’abit or you’d die,

Unless you lived your life but one day long,

Nor didn’t prophesy nor fret at all,

But drew your tucker some’ow from the world,

An’ never bothered what you might ha’ done.

But, Gawd, what things are they I ’aven’t done?

I’ve turned my ’and to most, an’ turned it good,

In various situations round the world—

For ’im that doth not work must surely die;

But that's no reason man should labour all

’Is life on one same shift—life’s none so long.

Therefore, from job to job I’ve moved along.

Pay couldn’t ’old me when my time was done,

For something in my ’ead upset it all,

Till I ’ad dropped whatever ’twas for good,

An’, out at sea, be’eld the dock-lights die,

An’ met my mate—the wind that tramps the world!

It’s like a book, I think, this bloomin’ world,

Which you can read and care for just so long,

But presently you feel that you will die

Unless you get the page you’re readin’ done,

An’ turn another—likely not so good;

But what you’re after is to turn ’em all.

Gawd bless this world! Whatever she ’ath done—

Excep’ when awful long I’ve found it good.

So write, before I die, ‘’E liked it all!’

So my initial intentions for the brief is to create something fairly emotive, and dramatic and possibly cinematic. The everyday could be a fairly monotonous and boring especially if it relates to a universal audience, therefore i had the idea of portraying an everyday that isn't likely to be the everyday of most people. At the moment i'm thinking of illustrating the activities of a tramp, which the 2D, pencil style drawings i used in the last animation will work well with, showing the grubby, untidy appearance of the tramp. I have a couple of artists/ composers in mind to accompany the animation, either Thomas Newman or Burial, but am undecided on the specific song.

Raspberry Duet

This was made by some of the advertising students where I went to uni last year. Its just a funny twist on the everyday, and although fairly simple in principle, highly entertaining.

The Art of Drowning

The style of this animation works harmoniously with its audio (a poem) in creating this sober atmosphere depicting the notion of life flashing before your eyes when drowning. The quality of the drawings and the fluidity of the the images is something that I would like to aim for in my work. The pairing of the visual with a poem or a reading is also a concept i find interesting.