Monday 19 December 2011

Native American setting

I'm doing some freelance work on a storyboard for a film and these are some of the designs I did as part of my pitch for the job:



Wednesday 30 November 2011

opening scene for Tesla rough animatic (1st 13 seconds only)

The opening scene for an animatic I am creating on After Effects. In this scene Nikola Tesla is born during a lightning storm and has his body fused with electricity. The finished animatic will be used to pitch this idea as a 5 minute detailed animated film. This is the 1st 13 seconds of the animatic only, the video continues for longer but only 13 seconds of it is done. Enjoy :)


Sunday 27 November 2011

videos of my band 'The Feathers'

Here are some videos of my band The Feathers performing live outside St Paul's cathedral as part of the protests and also live at 12 bar Denmark Street. Our first two gigs since telling Adam Ant to stick his degrading record deal offer and leaving The Good, The Mad and the Lovely Posse tour to make music the way that we want to and not just parade around in our underwear! Spread music not legs!


Monday 21 November 2011

new character design (work in progress)





do not judge lest ye be judged...

‎Do not judge lest ye be judged' doesn't mean you will be judged by a man in the sky if you judge others...it means if you judge people for being poor, disabled or anything else...you create a society of judgement towards these things. You do it under the assumption that you will never be in that position, but you're wrong. One day you might end up in the same position as someone you once judged, and because of the society you contributed towards, you will feel ashamed to be in that position and others will judge you for being in that position too. So wake up to your own humanity next time you notice the imperfections of others. Peace.

Wednesday 9 November 2011

laputa

new song and animation both by me (rough animation in flash)..


Thursday 27 October 2011

apeshit

rough quicktime export of a Gorilla walk cycle using Flash for the beginning ideas of a promotional animation for a friend's clothing brand called Go Apeshit.

A Bird On The Hand

My first attempt to make a human looking hand using Autodesk 3DSMax and Photoshop. I was uner a bit of a time restriction so didn't have time to fully correct the fingers but I'll be working on it more.

Sunday 23 October 2011

The times of change

I can hear the sound of revolution hitting the street
And I'm matching the sound of my beat
To the pounding of feet;
Heading towards the elite: 
Ready to flip the pyramid from it's base to it's peak. 
It's our turn to speak, 
And we're gonna squark and sing like a giant bird from it's beak
We're singing "look out, look out, we're coming" 
You hear the sound in the distance like a small choir humming,
"Look out, look out" while your stock exchanging, 
A choir of Dylan's will bring the times of change in, 
The tides are changing, 
We're re arranging,
Just turn the page
Dispel the rage
And all the caged birds sing 
"Look out, look out, we're coming"
You should be running, 
We'll burn your money like it's nothing and we'll let the rough in
We'll end the suffering
Let a new time begin: 
The time of the skanker not the banker
And everybody sing, everybody sing 
"Look out, look out, we're coming!"

Saturday 15 October 2011

the path to enlightenment


Tesla Project

Starting an animated story project about Nikola Tesla. Here is the story as it stands so far:


One night in Croatia in 1856, a child was born into not just our dimension, but into a dimension of electro magnetic waves and virtual visualization that we in the 21st century are only just beginning to enter into now.
Stars filled the sky; the eyes of former galaxies finally burning down on this earth long after anyone is left to see through them. Waves of static energy swayed through the ionosphere and down into the vast expanse between that and the Earth’s crust. Lightning bolts struck the dusty ground and ignited charges of Schumann resonances that crackled through to the Earth’s core. 
The hanging of the moon announced midnight as an electric cry into the storm announced the arrival of the newborn Nikola Tesla. 
As the energy of that night surged through the Earth’s atmosphere, so too did it surge through Nikola Tesla; accessing the very atoms of his being. The Balance of protons and neutrons in each atom swayed uncontrollably as the electrical charges pulsed through the very air comprising his first breaths. The Sodium-Potassium gates in his cell membranes flew open to create an immense connection with the electrical environment and electrical impulses from the very waves of the Universe flew from his nerve endings to his brain synapses. His very first thoughts and emotions were triggered by the electrical energy of the Universe itself; it had become as a voice inside his head, the only voice he’d ever known, his voice. 
As this young boy grew, he communicated and interacted with dimensions that others at the time could not even begin to fathom. He played with electrical fire in his mind; floating in a permanent state of limbo between the reality of matter which he saw in front of his eyes and the reality of electro magnetic waves which he saw behind them.
Now, on January 7th 1943, as he lies on crisp, white sheets in room 3327 of the New Yorker Hotel, he finally allows the two worlds to merge around him, wholly and completely. He realises that all of his life he has been afraid to truly let his visions unite; to let a multiverse view supersede his rigid disposition of tangible and intangible reality. All of the messages that he has filtered for so many years flow freely through his body. Membranes ignite and atoms shake. His fear that allowing this to happen may mean never returning fully to either world as a separate one from the other begins to leave him; the responsibility of conveying what he understands, of translating the electrical impulses of the Earth and of space to his fellow men, dissipates into the layers of light unfolding around him.
Tesla’s lips part ways for a a haunting mixture of Buddhist and Shaman chants to manifest as vibrating light shows around his head; appearing as two-dimensional walls of paper-thin  rainbow, floating at regular intervals from each other, in long sheets that wave and bend in a manner seeming both lagging and infinite. The rainbow sheets start off small, circling his head as a crown of interlacing colours, but soon become large and uncontrollable and they  cascade throughout the room like sporadic waterfalls with no rivers to source them or pools from them to form. He breaks them up with his hand; creating future time and space.
Tiny blue sparks glow from his fingertips and bolts of bright white electric light pulse in and out of the room around his bed. Photons slip between parallell dimensions and tap messages from them all through photons and shadow photons, through strings of time and space. He taps into the giant membrane and allows his own electric pulses to run through it: his heartbeat connects with the pulse of the universe itself. He leaves his body, pulsates through an infinite membrane that floats in space; he glides as a billion neutrinos that fly faster than the speed of light, gathering zero mass, the very membrane of the Universe itself beating with the electrical pulses of his heart.  
He laughs, the booming vibrations swelling from his chest and erupting from his windpipe in a crackle of static and colour. His left hand scratches furiously at the wooden edge of his bed and shavings of varnish and and oak pile on the floor. “The past is their’s..” he whispers, “let them have it. LET THEM HAVE IT!” he shouts, “LET THEM HAVE THE PAST, FOR IT IS THEIRS!”
His final cries burst forth and echo through the ears of those not yet ready to hear them, those in the past, in his present.
As he allows himself to be carried away on an electrical tsunami  of his own creation, his empty body surges with the full electro magnetic force of Space. It hits a group of cells in his heart called his sinoatrial node, sending a lightning bolt of electricity through is right atrium that causes the blood to clot and his heart to stop. At the age of 46, Nikola Tesla finally abandoned his crusade to take us with him into the light and left us all to face the darkness without him. 
But through this man, the Universe communicated with the human race through science, in a way that has previously only been associated with spirituality of juju. Nikola Tesla brought the hidden magic of the Universe closer to the tangible world that we all inhabit than anyone else has been able to do before or since, and for any who wish to follow him, he left a trail of clues that the top scientists of the present are only just beginning to decipher. The electric man remains now, ironically, hidden in shadows, shrouded in secrets. His body remains in room 3327 to this day, floating in a black hole of ever expanding time and gravity that lies beyond the sight of our eyes. But if your ever in the area, and by Tesla’s reasoning, you could be right now, you can illuminate the sight of his floating shell in the same way that you can illuminate the secrets of his connection with the universe. You simply need to become truly enlightened.
And should you ever enter this historic room, and find yourself still standing in the mundanity of darkness, you can at least be privy to the final message that Tesla left upon this Earth for all to see in cold, hard matter. The furious scratchings of his left hand upon the wood of the bed: “...but the future is mine”.

want



This is a dubstep remix I created using Garageband of Monaco's 'What Do You Want From Me' complete with a series of images I created using Photoshop.

The Billion Word Song

the billion word song


My first 3D animation, using Autodesk 3DS Max:

When time, space and gravity shoot out in differing directions, you are left observing them all from differing angles; physical feeling gravity pull you one way, time pull you another and the infinite vastness of space pull you in yet another. Everything has always existed and everything always will, if you can place yourself out of the present you become enlightened to our infinite history and future; we are all one, we have all been each other and we will all always be each other. The vibrating atoms that made up the dinosaur dispersed and made up the rest of the world until they eventually made our ancestors and now us.
Does our DNA hold the memories of the universe? Does it hold the key to understanding our history, our future, and our existence? Does it, as nobel prize winner and pioneer of the discovery of the DNA double helix  Francis Crick claimed, hold stored information from an alien race which we initially stem from? Can the information and secrets it hold be accessed by present day scientists? They can already record 100 word songs onto E.Coli DNA....or does it take a psychological disparity to awaken us to it, such as LSD or DMT? Can these things also help us to access the memories held by the water which makes up 70% of our bodies?

The Obsessed Blue Pear Saga

After Effects/Photoshop project, Artwork  and animation by me, Music by Sebastian Bartz

A Midsummer Night's Dream

image created using photoshop for A Midsummer Night's Dream production

rhyme and rhythm

Music video for LazySmoke. Images and sequence created by myself and Lazysmoke, music by me, words and vocal by LazySmoke:

the intelligent revolution

fame is illusion, celebrity delusion, don't try and reach them they're only there for confusion
the time has come now for a movement of improvement; this is the creation of an intelligent revolution!
Destroy all money, ignore all fame, come on honey, don't play their game

Drift

The brief for this animatic was "Drift": the idea of exploring the ways in which structures can dominate the societies that surround them. For example, place a church at the centre of a town and people will attend it on Sundays, follow it's religion, organise clubs and meetings and events in it, etc; place a shopping centre at the centre of the same town and people equally visit it religiously each weekend, meet friends in it, organise clubs and meetings and events in and around it, and follow the religion of consumerism.
In this animatic, Battersea Power Station comes to life, operated by a mystery figure, uproots itself and travels across the country to a small village where it parks itself on top of the existing Cathedral.
People in the village are heading to the Cathedral for Sunday worship when the power station emerges and settles at the centre of their town, destroying the Cathedral. The operator emerges from the roof and the people of the village instantly worship him and enter the new building as though it were there in place of the Cathedral all along.

miniclips

two mini clips I made, one to say thank you to a friend's mum for knitting me a beautiful scarf, and one for my lovely boyfriend's birthday:

Heidi Licious

This brief involved creating a storyboard for the 'worst job ever'.
I chose to focus on a man who enters a bar after he's finished work, only to be drugged by the barstaff, dressed as a transvestite named Heidi Licious and forced to live in a box, only ever let out to be paraded around nightclubs as an attraction. I was inspired by a real transvestite that I met in Soho, who had such an expression on his face as to only be explained by this story.