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Portraites

Erlyer in the year I spent a couple of days drawing out my face agian and again as a practice for drawing ehads at differnt angles. For the next Visual Studies we were set the topic of motion, to which end I thought I'd re use the pictures and generate a short animation.

Another experiment using an ImagineFX tutorial. Not by best peace but I learnt a fair amount. Created with Photoshop and a trial of Painter 11 using an image from Life Drawing.

A self Portraite created as an experiment in painting completly digitaly. Photoshop.

Tickets Please- odds and ends.

As well as the finalpeaces here is some of the work that led me up to finishing Tickets Please.

I'v never done ship design before so had a go using a tutorial I found in ImagineFX. I created some random shpes, combined them, then flipped it.

As you can see here I use refference photos all the time. Here you can see my refference for Barry.

For those who read the full story this is the ticket that you get so you can enter the A.R.K. For those who would buy the book you would find this same ticket in a pocket at the front.

Tieckets Please part 3

Part 3

     “…and this is how we shall navigate between and within the different Bio-Domes,” BARRY gestured with his heavy set hand towards the decidedly unsafe looking craft that was hovering before them. One corner was listing quite dramatically. The visitors looked at each other nervously, this technology appeared old and primitive.

     “We must begin shortly if were are to see even a fraction of the ARK’s precious cargo.”

     They climbed aboard but not without trepidation. Only now did they notice that the craft was not completely unoccupied. Perched on the control panel there was a green animal that remained completely motionless apart from its eyes, which seemed to be trying to look everywhere at once.

     The safety gate closed with a clang as BARRY joined them, striding methodically to the front. Both of the animal’s eyes fixed upon him, it unfolded a pair of wings from the side of its body, made a hesitant movement then took flight only to land on BARRY’s shoulder; all of which without a sound.

     “This animal has no designation.” Barry said pulling levers and spinning dials sending the contraption into motion with a jolt that nearly unseated the undesignated animal.

     “Prior to the ARK’s completion, humans experimented with bio-engineering. There were many new organisms produced but most could not survive on their own. They were made to better the lives of people. They ate rubbish, became food or were simply created for show. These are the only truly successful ones, because they were made with one purpose, one that had nothing to do with humanity; to live.

     As a species in their own right they could not be left behind, nor are they natural so they could not be put in the Bio Domes lest they reek havoc on the ecosystems within. So instead they live in the ship itself. For some reason this one follows me.” So saying, BARRY waved his hand at the undesignated creature whereupon it took flight only to land back on his shoulder.

     The craft gained pace as it sped dangerously through a maze of pipes that seemed to overlap and intersect haphazardly. The journey continued at great length as they moved through the ship. Excitement built in the visitors as their anxiety over their transport subsided. They had heard stories of what might come next, a world contained within a thousand bubbles. But nothing could prepare them for the moment when the craft past the last of the pipes and hazy shield that covered the opening before them as well as BARRY’s craft.

     “These are the Bio Domes, treasures of Earth.”

     There were spheres encompassed in hexagons that obscured but still left a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath. Spheres that were vast in scale, a single hexagon could have taken an hour to walk across and each dome was comprised of hundreds of these.

     Not all were the same size, they past one, tiny compared with most, but which would still have dwarfed the ship the visitors had arrived in.

     Nor were they stationary, the smaller domes orbited the larger and these in turn would orbit another. Where there should be chaos with so many objects in motion there was instead beauty. It was like a vast dance that was choreographed so expertly as to seem spontaneous. Not a single dome appeared to touch another, two came so close in their slow and elegant maneuvers that they could have crushed BARRY’s tiny craft between them. All of this in silence. The body of the ark on four sides penning in the performers while leaving their movements open to the gulf above and below so that the stars might watch.

     Barry and the visitors remained silent throughout this as if all knew that to break it would be sacrosanct, even the craft’s whirring and sputtering were barely audible as if it too were holding its breath.

     They reached the first of the great white orbs, one that hinted at greens and blues beneath its surface.

     All stood in wonder, never had science been more holy.

 After the story part has introduced the A.R.K we enter the science. There are two other parts to the story, a short break followed by a long peace at the end.

Tickets Please Part 2

Part Two

     The massive airlock doors opened with a great hiss of steam and rumbling gears. Signs in unreadable languages gave instructions that no one would understand. The visitors moved in clutching their precious Tickets to themselves lest a stray gush of air from a vent blow it down one of many side passageways throughout the whole ship.

     They followed the small robot that waited beyond the airlock. Its blinking lights leading the way, they were brought to a large paneled room, which despite the attempts at décor in the form of potted plants and a water feature, felt like you were inside a slowly rotting carcass. Wires drooped from the ceiling like entrails, metal panels had rusted into a multitude of different colours giving the impression of a bad bruise and water leaked from an overhead pipe that dripped onto the steel floor with a rhythmic thump. Behind this could be heard the ever present drone of the ship’s engines, which ran somewhat counter to the gentle gurgling of the water feature.

     “Tickets please,” intoned a scratchy synthetic voice, “ for the greatest show no longer on Earth.”

     Turning, they saw a hunched figure situated by another set of giant doors. With a face like a harlequin, it watched the visitors with its two glowing eyes, surrounded by gaudy flags that seemed to make a mockery of cheerfulness.

     “Tickets please,” came the voice again. “The next tour will begin in just a moment.”

     Placing the Tickets in the cold palm of the machine, the visitors waited with barely contained excitement as it stacked their Tickets neatly, tearing off the corners with a deft movement.

     They knew little of what was to come, only that the greatest treasures of Earth could be viewed from within the ship and only those with a Ticket were allowed to see them. Facts and rumour spread throughout space from where the ARK had already been, the two becoming so intertwined as to become legend over generations. All they can agree is that you will never look upon life the same way again.

     “I hope that you will enjoy your visit.” The machine handed back the precious stubs. “There are wonders beyond that door that few now can see, appreciated too little when there was a chance.”

     It leaned over the edge of the booth, rickety neck extending to its greatest length, “This is a funerary barge and an ark, caring for that which matters most before it is lost.”

     A slow hissing began which preceded the opening of the airlock doors. They moved clumsily, the two halves pulling apart at different speeds with the occasional screech of protesting gears. Steam escaped through the opening and a giant shape moved forwards through the shadows, slow metal footfalls growing  ever louder.

     Looming in the entrance, the figure stepped forwards parting the remaining tendrils of steam.

     “Hello, my designation is BARRY, I’ll be your tour guide for today.”

Tickets Please

Our final project of the year could be one of many differnt subjects within the spectrum of Illustration. I chose Facinating Facts which was the perfect opertunity to sit and watch hours upon hours of David Attenborough programs. I was practicly raised on David Attenborough and rather missed the opertunity to do zoology, my exam skills being to poor to get good enough grads. None the less I am looking forword to the time when I can combine my love of Illustration and animals into one form.
Rather than creating a straightforword information book I decided to combine fact with fiction. I imagined a great ARK that was sent out fom Earth to preserve the lives of all the animals from our planet.

 

Tickets Please

     Never have the people of Earth created such a ship, nor will they again. A great lumbering hulk that ambles through space without destination or purpose, other than to exist.

     Constructed in haste, this leviathan has none of the beautiful curves or elegant forms that people imagined that great ships of the future would possess. It is instead a hodgepodge of different metals and pipes, back heavy and quite undignified, missing only a wide load sticker upon its rear. The only concession to aesthetics the relative symmetry of its hull.

     This solitary beast was not meant to lumber through space on its own. A convoy, an entire fleet was to follow in its wake, living off and surviving with their larger cousin. But no more ships were built, or none that could follow, so it continues on unaided; its great heart beating alone beneath its metal skin.

     From time to time ships varying in number, of strange and beautiful design, will appear from the void to bustle about it, only to later return from whence they came.

     Why did they come? How did they come to know the location of the ship? The Ticket.

     Those who have a Ticket could not tell you how they came to have one. They just find their way into your possession like an old photo in a drawer you can’t remember putting there. Or like a wrapper from a sweet you don’t remember eating but frequents your coat pocket nonetheless.

     The tickets are myth and legend, not even all those who have one believe that they are real, until the ship is spotted far in the distance of space. The Tickets are an omen of its coming.  Not all can read their Tickets but all who have heard of them know what they mean; they get to go aboard the ship, and see the wonders within.

     There are many names for this ship of legend that has been drifting through space long enough for whole civilizations to come and go. It has names given to it in languages without number. Some who receive the Ticket and translate it think that the ship is called just that, Ticket. It is even as if the builders of the ship could not agree on what to call it. Written upon its hull are hundreds of different scripts. Thousands of languages all saying the same thing, its name. The ARK.

A bit of variety.

Though I didnt manage to finish a final image in time for my deadline I took the time to create my poster for George and his Amazing Singing Limpets. It was deffenutly one of the most enjoyable projects. I'm planning to create the whole story of how George was banish for being too clumsy only to find the 'Singing food' as he calls them. No one knows weather he taught them to sing or if they simply wont sing for anyone eles but when he reternted to down, limpets crawling over him and following in his wake, singing songs that would make the devil weep and Death laugh they were an instant hit. Still somewhat of an odity most organisations wouldnt touch him, so like all the strange and the wonderfull George found his home in The Circus of Curiosity and Disbeleafe.

 Life drawing has been very important for, I find captureing the figure quite triky particuly if I dont have a reffernence image. This painting was created near the end of the year. No she's not fat, she's pregnant.

Visual studies again, one of my most sucselful experiments. Created with inks and photoshop.