Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Sketches will be cleaned up and finalised, but they're here now to prove they exist. Colour has yet to be sorted, black hair is only a placeholder.
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Tuesday, 21 February 2012
Saturday, 18 February 2012
I've been working on these for a while and it's got the point where I can't stop tinkering with them, so I'm uploading them to force myself to leave them alone. By the by, #4 of the last set is less actual design and more general shape and mood; I am very aware that he is naked.
Posted by Meg Leslie at 18:27
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Is the black pillar thing an engine, a generator, a mysterious thingummabob from a distant world? Who knows. All I know is that there needed to be something in the middle, and so there was.
Posted by Meg Leslie at 15:34
Noodling about with potential face outlines. They're pretty minimalist, so I wonder if they actually read as faces and not just wiggly lines? Feedbackregarding the actual read would be greatly appreciated. It's a simple, quick technique for getting ideas, but I'm not sure if it's the sort of thing one could show someone else.
At prsent my favourites are #5 and #6. The long face is something I want to use as it will help show the abject misery element of the character.
And he still doesn't have a name. For me names happen towards the end of the creation process once I actually know the character, unless something jumps up and bites me in the nose, so I'm not too worried about that.
Posted by Meg Leslie at 14:34
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
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Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Monday, 6 February 2012
The first thing I think of when I think 'space station' is 'horribly, horribly cramped'. Space would be at a premium, so everyone would be living in each others' armpits, so to speak. I looked at Japanese capsule hotels to see just how small a space a human being can comfortably stay in, then tweaked it to allow for permanent residence. The super-small #3 is an interesting idea, but in terms of staging it would be insanely awkward, so something more slightly spacious would be necessary.
In other news, this is my 100th post! Huzzah!
Posted by Meg Leslie at 17:48
I know Phil's been badgering me to let go of the literal interpretation of the butterfly, but I think it's really powerful symbolically so for now I'm sticking with it. The skipping rope, however, has been, at least in the context of the 'Psyche' idea, mostly sorted. I want to have the butterfly glow and leave behind a trail of light like a rope - kind of like the motorbikes in Akira.
Posted by Meg Leslie at 14:50
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Wrestling with that damned skipping rope. I believe this is the first time I have subjected you to my handwriting, so I'll translate it if people need me to. At this poiint I'm liking the idea of visually-a-skipping-rope, but I worry that it's moving too far away from the concept of a prop...
Posted by Meg Leslie at 18:05
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
And idea numero dos.
A foppish lepidopterist (butterfly collector) has travelled across the galaxy to find spectacular specimens for his collection. He has made one final stop on a space station orbiting Earth before returning home, where, while they are being quarantined, one of the butterflies escapes. The entire station goes mad at the possibility of a disease vector flying loose, so everyone, man, woman and child, embarks on a wild butterfly chase. A young child, with her skipping rope, desperately tries to lasso the creature, but the savvy butterfly evades it until it is driven to the fop and a pack of other butterfly hunters. The fop and all the others leap upon it, nets at the ready, and trhe butterfly is caught – temporarily. It turns out the fop’s net has a hole in it, and the story ends with the chase beginning anew.
Posted by Meg Leslie at 20:10
And an initial idea for the story. This one happened at 2am last night and I've only just got it into something coherent, so forgive it if it seems awkward. Actually no, tell me if it seems awkward.
The Butterfly Effect/Psyche
A young woman, stricken by grief, finds peace through a rather unusual event.
Psyche (pronounced ‘sy-kee’, not ‘syke’), a young woman living on a space station, has recently lost her younger brother in an accident. She looks at photographs of her and her brother in their childhood – skipping, chasing butterflies, general childhood silliness. Her brother loved butterflies – beside the photographs is his rather extensive butterfly collection, and beside that is the urn containing his ashes.
The lights go out, and Psyche leaves her room to check it out. Under the emergency lighting she notices a butterfly, just fluttering at the end of the hall. She gives chase, and the butterfly leads her through winding corridors and places she is most assuredly not meant to be. Eventually, Psyche stumbles into the agriculture department, where the butterfly rejoins the rest of the pollinators. The lights come back on and Psyche marvels at the masses of butterflies. The film ends with a shot of the urn perched in the agriculture department, and perched on it are a pair of butterflies.
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