Monday, September 27, 2004




hither and thither

Thoughts of the paper + how I've over stepped the mark and tried to stuff too much into it!! Oops.
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In regards to animation I feel "all talk no action". Although, I am seized by a mild creative streak at the moment, and am starting to utilize certain combinations of sound and roughly animated little nippers. I've cobbled together a couple of "snippets" that are essentially sketches. They'll be making a cameo on my website (end of this week)(am hoping). One of them contains Ferret Face. It isn't animated yet, but he is there with all the sound. It is nice to have ideas on the boil. It'll be nice to kick some life into the inkwinks site too, so far its just links!
The moon is coming up.
I have been fiddling with a comic all afternoon because it is the wrong format for Going Down Swinging
. They chose the comic that I submitted offhand and didn't select the one that I (Liz)taylored especially. Sillys!

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

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I still haven't finished.
I went to the Image Text and Sound Conference 2004 today. On the whole it has been a really interesting day. Sometimes 20 minutes just isn't enough (per speaker) but then I suppose thats what creates the frenzy and intrigue associated with such occasions.
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I've been thinking about stories today. About how some people are little caskets of stories and some people are just ...not.
The ones who are caskets either a) have stories to voice, or b) have stories attached to them that you secretly know.
These thoughts of stories have been spurred on by the fact that for some reason, I have told my "octopus" story about three times (on different occasions) in the last week. Also its been really nice spending some time with an old friend and laughing as we revisit some old very b funny stories.


by T.S.Sullivant

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Sunday, September 19, 2004

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Morris Dancing

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Last week I animated a little. It was one of my characters Morris. He sort of spins in all sixties like and then dances a little demented dance with his burnt matchstick sized legs. One leg keeps the funk, the other flips around willy nilly. I think only Michael Jackson could empathise with this manouvre. I could possibly pull it off with a couple of weeks training and a good deal less gravity. (it shall be popped up on my inkwinks site soon).

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There are certain definitions within my paper that keep spreading. ...Which is nice I suppose. However I have realised that these have to be tethered and left to grow of their own accord. Partly the said definitions pertain to defining the creative process. .......maybe the problem is just that I have a feeling of being on the verge of containing some small thread of crisply concise words on the issue. Then I remember the dribs and drabs, husks and sniffs of Derrida's words that at one point lightly perused my thoughts and thus I realise that these "crisply concise words" are beginnig to wriggle and writhe once I begin to jab them a little. Thus thus thus
(i think Derrida should change his name. Once a week. Perhaps with a roster system)
The absolute problem however, is that I DON'T want those crisply concise words, that definition. My answer to definitions has always been a body ( I do believe I am talking about an artists book, a painting, an etching, a song) that contains the ideas woven in such a way so as to illustrate the intended concept. (not that I practice artistic pursuits 8 hours a day).
This is the subtext to my paper and I will leave it here. I leave it uncomfortably. Purposefully. Hoping that nobody will read it...leaving it up because it will niggle me to think that I've left this wodge of words that a) probably would confuse the pants off most. And b) it will be on my mind and possibly I will address these niggles during my slumber (I'll probably just dream of the chocolate and pear pizza that I ate for desert last night).
The joy of words. Images are so much more fun. People tend to be more objective with images. Or do they? This is where I start to veer into personification and anthropomorphism in animation. Which excites me. Though I'd probably spiral back into same paragraph as the one above. Become a loop.


image by Roland Topor

Saturday, September 18, 2004

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Lull and Mooch

There are so many animation thoughts to pen and place here. My research has provided me with words for ideas, ideas for words, and with animations to lull me further into ....research. However I am still scratching the surface, I am certainly no academic, and I am only just starting to see the light and glimpse the word "closure" on the horizon.
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I can't wait.

Last night I chatted with my house guest Toni about animation. She is putting together an "animation kit" for Screensound Australia at the moment, so it is nice to share thoughts on animation with her. I tried to explain Chris Hinton's FLUX. It needs to be experienced in a cinema methinx. We talked of the value of sound in animation.
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I would really love to see "2D or not 2D" again by Paul Dreissen. Infact, I may well deem him Animator of the Month.
Paul Dreissen

Which reminds me. The Melbourne International Film Festival screened excellent animations this year and I've not imbued my blog with enough enthusiasm on the event as yet.
One of my favourites was 1+1 by Grigoris Leontiades


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I am attempting to sew together certain aspects of my paper today. The Discussion, Results and Conclusion sections look as if what I've researched has come out in a sneeze.

Sneeze residue.
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Tuesday, September 07, 2004

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Thriftettes (1918)

Thursday, September 02, 2004