I made a very short video to encourage people to vote in the General Election tomorrow.
There is a lot at stake and this time it can really make a difference.
I can’t post video directly here, but I have so far posted it to YouTube, Instagram, Facebook and Twitter (all embedded below), so please share on your favourite platform, if you know someone who you think might need some encouragement.
Another Animated Journal loop from my Stories. That’s’s me on the audio again, this time called “Clap Loop”. It’s a documentation of my short trip to pick up the children from youth club.
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I thought I'd start recycling some of these dodgy little animations I've been posting to Stories. They bear the looping. It's been really fun making little quick ephemeral things just using the iPhone and the apps available. The sound is me singing on a loop and it's a piece I've entitled "Sad Clangers". 😀
Yes, I’ve been posting these small animated “Viney” loops on IG & SC Stories, but obviously they only play once there then they’re gone. Not substantial enough for YouTube or Vimeo so posting them on Instagram for evergreen seems to be the way.
Maybe once I’ve got a set I should put them into a full sequence similar to the first Animated Journal.
Today in Workspace we decided to move one of the machines that has lived under my desk to another room, and after some rearrangement and a removal of one large screen, We unobscured the direct view to the window. I immediately noticed a 12% upswing in my mood as the sunshine spilled in onto my blinking face. It also provides me with the option of slight head turn to look at Far Away Things, a method suggested by many internet guru spanners to minimise the eye trauma suffered from working at close proximity to computer screens.
This sequence of events made me think back to my observation of the animator species during the course of the nineties. The decade began with the steadfast traditional animation techniques, light boxes and sealed, blacked out rooms where the precious things were moved very slightly frame by frame, or drawings carefully crafted, with, very often the curtains closed. Consequently animators were often pasty-skinned hunched-over morlocks with staring blank eyes and a tendency to euphoric inebriation at the animation festivals on meeting their fellow selves, as very often this was the only time they got out.
As the decade developed and the computer was carefully introduced to workflows, from one festival to the next one could observe the increase in the tanned skin, the bright eyes, the straighter back, and a sense that these people were opening windows and going outside more. Some of them even took to surfing.
Nowadays one couldn’t really tell an animator from any other kind of general human just by looks alone. Some would argue that that is a bad thing and computers are ruining everything. This partly true, of course.