Just some REALLY REALLY rough sketches for my next film. Yeeeaaah. :D It's so far just an idea and a few drawings, I haven't even written a script yet. But so far I like it. Actually, I love all my ideas when they're at this stage. Nothing is nailed down, everything is possible, therefore it has the potential to be totally AWESOME. Of course, once I start refining things it bogs down and is never as good as I'd like. But I guess that's how it goes when you expect too much from yourself.

Oh yeah, the two characters above are sisters.

Showreel

Alexis Sugden - Animation Showreel 2010 from Alexis Sugden on Vimeo.

And it's aaaaaall the way down to the basement.

So I've been spending a lot of time in the basement. I live in an apartment and the basement is the storage area and carpark for the whole building. I really like drawing on the concrete posts that are down there. It's a nice way to loosen up...at first, then I get really into and spend about an hour on each picture.

They're just regular sidewalk chalk. I wish the posts were black like a chalkboard, it would really make them pop. They're all about my height because that's the easiest size for me to draw.

Here are a few!

Murders and Poetry

Sketchbook pictuuuures. Ink and watercolours.

I did the first one with the intention of it looking vague and ambigous. I wanted it to look like, did her kill her or just find her? What really happened? But as it progressed it became pretty clear that he killed her.

So I did a companion piece and tried to make it opposite. I made the dead man more angular and more sort of folded inward rather than smooth lines and opened up. There's also blue instead of red, he was drowned rather than stabbed or anything. And his killer is very remourseless. The woman's killer is filled with regret. FOREEEVER.

Also, when my dad saw these, his first reaction was to ask if I could paint them up on big canvases. Apparently this is the very first thing he would like people to see as they enter the appartment. I didn't think that Mum would be too thrilled with that concept, so I said no.

Anyway.

Went to a poetry reading the other night. It was everything I had imagined it to be. Every poetry reading that I'd ever seen in movies and TV shows turned out to be accurate portrayels.

It was in a tiny cafe in West End, packed with very bohemian looking people and a lot of wanky looking people in their early twenties. (I was in the second group.) Everyone took it all very seriously. After each reading evreyone clapped and looked at each other while saying things like, "Wow. That was so deep and profound." Everyone who read got really into it.

And. The best bit. There were a couple of people with an assortment of instruments, making noises as people read. There was someone playing a bongo drum. There was someone with a pan pipe made of plastic bottles.

It was pretty awesome.

Anyway, I did a few very bad sketches. I need to draw from life more. Also, I would just like to say that I was drunk when I drew these.

Beach babe

It's my beach babe again! Enjoying some sun and sunburn. I drew this while I was waiting for my film to render. Everything is almost done. YAY. And it felt so good to draw something that wasn't for uni. I suddenly find myself full of ideas again. I really feel in the mood to do a big painting or two. I'm itching to paint, although I do need to reign it in while I finish up the last few things. Fun fun fun.

Ocean

Sketchbook picture. Markers and pencils and whatnot. The words are from a song called "In the Morning" by a girl called Bec. Her music is awesome. This song gets stuck in my head ALL the time.

Other than that, not much to say at the moment. Working, animating, getting stuff done...oh and drinking and dancing of course.

Commissions

A neighbour saw that last picture and commissioned me to make more like it. So here they are:

They're A3 and my scanner only goes up to A4, thus the shiny spots on them from the camera flash.

Next time I'll upload some art that's different!