My name is Paul Greer, I work full time at BDH, making computer animation for the telly.
This is my main blog with news, work updates, new drawings, stories, comics, notebook pages, how tos, animations and link dumps. My more impulsive internet scrapbook is here.
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I got painted by the excellent Molly Peck!!
I have been a big fan of her work for a while, so to see my wretched face in one of her beautiful paintings really is quite something.
Thanks Molly.
Preparing for English summer family garden party, hence the rain. Countering the weather with borrowed company gazebo-thingy.
(T)
“You know who seems like a genuinely nice citizen of the internet (and likely of the world)? Paul Greer aka burningfp aka electronicalrattlebag. I follow him because he creates lovely things, and is a curator of quality stuff. I would say “follow him”, if I had any influence.”
I’ve been keeping an Animated Journal over the last year.
I’ve always liked the picture a day format, video diaries etc, and animation is, traditionally a long drawn out, painful process, this is me trying to free it up and make it a bit more ephemeral.
Stan Brakhage said that he considered what he did to be his home movies and these follow a similar vein.
I generally capture whats going on around me and funnel it into 250 frames.
Art doesn’t have to be a career objective, or a total obsession, or something you make money from, or even something that other people will like. It can be just something you make for yourself, in the cracks of your life, and if you put it up somewhere and other people connect with it, then that’s cool.
It’s made using a variety of software & techniques including Maya, flip book drawings, After Effects, old cameras, roll film, digital photography and so on.
…He was the “work dog” in that he was part owned by one of the bosses and spent time a lot of time at work wandering around the building.
I grew up with dogs but I wasn’t as close to him as a lot of people were, and over the ten years I knew him, we mostly kept a respectful distance.
One particular afternoon, I had had a few of bits of bad news one after the other and was struggling to keep it together, the people I would normally talk to either couldn’t to talk to me or were unavailable, so I sat in the corridor for a few minutes as I felt the world sliding away from me.
Huckleberry came into the corridor and stood looking at me for a few seconds, then after checking the coast was clear he came over and rested his chin on my knee.
Huckleberry passed away on Sunday, he was 13 years old, he had a very aggresive tumour and he died in his sleep on the operating table.
We all miss him very much.
(T)
evolving.
Paul Greer 