fun drawing that influence my next animated piece.

film festival funn!

went to the opening night of ann arbor film festival. always good times. i like opening night because i get to see friends and teachers i don't see very often. then when the show starts i get to see a lot of the good stuff without having to sit through all the bad stuff. not that it's all bad. that is just my opinion. but after watching three hours of experimental film, it can go down hill.

new york city

in the big apple.

taking the subway alone is exciting and aggravating all at once.

went to the opera with ryans friends danny and irna. after walking through the park we met up with russians on the rooftop of a friends apartment building and drank beer. two of the russians look like edward scissorhands. i like them.

i managed to make it downtown (alone and on time) to the bumble and bumble hair school for my radical free haircut, and then to the park with my coffee and my book and my sandwich. i spotted more than a few excellent bands, and super cool dudes shooting scenes for their 'movie'. everyone is happy and nice because the sun is shining and its warm out.

overall very relaxing.

i want to animate this puppet but i think there is more of a story than i thought. it needs to be explored.

The weather reflects the state my life is in.

If only it would snow. A nice white blanket to cover up the bleak view out

my window. No more brown and grey. When it snows it gets cold outside. Really

cold. It bites your face, takes your breath away. When there is snow in the air and

on the ground, you know that its winter.

Right now the calendar says its winter. But it won’t snow. Trees are bare

and puddles are frozen in the mud. In the air…I can smell…a tease of spring. It

comes from someplace far off in the wind. Warm air brushes my face, and I can

smell the future. The birds can smell it too. I know because when it’s warm like

this they sing in the trees outside my window.

It should be winter. The calendar says so! But still it wont snow, it’s not

anything. Just bleak brown and grey all over. It’s not one or the other. It’s caught

in the middle somewhere.

I look at my windows, covered in plastic to keep out the cold. I picture

them open (its warm outside) letting in a soft breeze and the sound of crickets in

the night. I can only see this for a second, my body remembering what its like to

be warm. In reality my windows are cold and black. They wont be open for a long

time. My floor is littered with the junk I don’t have time to deal with all week.

Music doesn’t sound so sweet, sitting here alone, in the cold.

I’d rather throw a blanket over my head and forget about it. But I must

keep on. I have to keep going. There is always the promise of spring.

soon i will animate this puppet....

these are doodles. maybe one day they will be animated. or i will turn them into stop motion puppets and then animate them. we'll see.

school is dull. detroit is dull.

i want to travel. i want to go to new york city. i want to sit in quiet woods next to a boulder. i want to smell spring. i want money.

i find myself asking for things i can't have.

i can only get what i give.