flat stage

charlesoberonn  asked:

You mentioned wanting all storyboard artists to go to at least one board breakdown. Do you have any other tips/guidelines or things you'd want your staff to do if you ended up being a showrunner?

I’m not sure. It’s all super hypothetical and I’d probably end up realizing what was needed as we needed it.

However, if I were to guess, I think I would have each storyboard artist come to their own breakdown at some point, at least once. They could probably do it on their 2nd or 3rd board, after they’ve started getting their sea legs, so they can build it into their process at the same time that they’re getting stronger with the style of the show.

Something else I would be trying to do is get rid of flat staging where I could. In animation, and in TV animation especially, it’s very common for staging to be similar to a sitcom. Characters stand in ¾ angles and the camera is either a wide, a medium, or a close on them. This style of staging is great for many things because it’s clear, it’s easily understandable for different kinds/shapes/styles of characters, it’s very easy to teach, it cuts down on how many backgrounds you need, and it makes shot choice styles line up across 10 different storyboarders. I don’t think that look fits Infinity Train though.

I would probably give my storyboard artists some homework, much like how I was given homework when I first started on Regular Show. I was told to read “The Five C’s of Cinematography”, “The Illusion of Life: Disney Animation”, and Preston Blair’s classic “Cartoon Animation”. Since Infinity Train would have comedy, adventure, sci-fi, and horror elements, I guess I would have people take a look at Alfred Hitchcock storyboards and shot choices. I specifically like the shot choices in The Birds. http://www.bfi.org.uk/news-opinion/news-bfi/features/storyboarding-terror-hitchcocks-birds-turns-50

I think if the shot isn’t increasing drama somehow and doesn’t feel like a movie, then it’s comedy, which we should only use flat staging on comedy sections. There are a lot of unreasonably specific shot choices I like to make and I would try to get as involved in that as I could with the team. If you’re that specific about something, it’s kinda unfair to make someone else keep trying to make it over and over again, you gotta get in there yourself and explore it with them. That was something I appreciated about Regular Show. JG would let us give it a shot, then he’d let us try again, then if we didn’t get it on the third time he would just do it with us.

I think I would also just point artists and writers to people and works that I think about that will affect the tone and look of the show. I think letting people know where you’re coming from on a show really helps them get an understanding of the show because it points to things they’re already familiar with. So for example, on Regular Show we were pointed toward Mighty Boosh and the Simpsons. For Infinity Train I think its influences include: Killian Eng, Lucian Stanculescu, Myst, Agatha Christie, Voyager, Doctor Who, The Prisoner, Chronicles of Narnia, Wrinkle in Time series, It Follows, The Guest, Empire Strikes Back, and who knows how many more that I can’t immediately think of.

Anyway, that was a pretty long answer after saying “I don’t know” so I guess maybe I do know.

Come to think of it… why do we even need to leave right now?


I’ll be honest, I had no idea what I was doing with him after I’ve gone past the lineart and flats stages. My brain kinda went, “Whoa, Wheatman is bad now! Better make 75% of this thing purple shadows and put some glow-y red crap on dem eyesssss!”

Although while I did this I was imagining how Musical!Wheatley looked like as he said the line stated above as he was turning towards Chell, glasses off. Maybe just think about that.

PaintsChainer auto paint
Just heard of this tool, basically it auto paints your sketches (with some color input). I tested it out with one of my drawings aaaaand. laughing out loud, instead of Twi getting happy/excited that Dash is reading, it now looks like Dash is reading Twi’s fantasy journals and she is embarassed/shocked.

Seems the program works better with sketch lines than solid lines. Plus the less complexity the better. I can see myself using this as a tool to speed up the flat coloring or blocking stage, but never as a way to finish a drawing. It seems to focus on giving drawings a water color affect, plus with it guessing the wrong colors in some areas it adds a bit a surrealism.  This is a cool tool I would think artists can use sparingly, but never to finish a drawing this way. If all artists used the program, we would grow tired of the water color look. 

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Ayyyy I’ve been meaning to a progress shot thingy for awhile, but here’s what I got done today during my livestream for Suga’s bday piece! (For once I actually did a lot lol)

sketch -> lines -> flats -> beginning stages of rendering 

Total time so far is around 2.5 hrs? Pretty sure that’s a record for me LMFAO Hopefully I’ll be able to make a full tutorial thingy once I finish if I remember to take screenshots LOL

only overalls

Dex Rarepair Week | Day Five | NSFW

a dex x ford x nursey snippet

“I feel stupid.”

“Trust me.” Nursey pauses and swallows. “You don’t look it. At all.”

His voice is husky, and that’s really the only thing that propels Dex across to him so he can kiss his boyfriend.

He doesn’t feel sexy, which is the point of the outfit, but Ford’s been dropping hints since Dex helped her assemble stage flats wearing it the other day.

“Damn, Dex,” Ford draws out, eyes trailing over him obviously. “This is even better than I dreamed.”

“Dreamed this, huh?” Dex teases.

Ford rolls her eyes and pulls him in by one of the overall straps.

“Yeah,” she says, then kisses him eagerly.

Nursey slips up behind him, and his hand grab his waist. Dex jolts.

“What?” Ford and Nursey ask in unison.

“Your hands are cold,” Dex says over his shoulder to Nursey. “I forgot the overalls cut that low.”

“I hadn’t,” Ford says with a grin.

Nursey laughs. “Neither. Now shut up. We’re having sex.”

Ford laughs at the irony.

“Like that’s going to stop you talking, Nurse,” but Dex obliges him.

It takes only seconds for Nursey’s hands to stop feeling cold. In fact, they’re practically burning.

No histrionics from Theresa - just controlled, civilised outrage: QUENTIN LETTS on the PM’s most powerful Downing Street statement

By Quentin Letts for the Daily Mail 24 May 2017

A nearby clock tower had just tolled 11am when a plainly affected Theresa May stepped out of No 10 to make a statement about the killings. Normally the mood in Downing Street before a Prime Ministerial appearance crackles with chatter. Yesterday the mood of the Press corps was subdued.

The shiny black door swung open and photographers’ shutters click-click-clicked. There was no other sound. No helicopter droned overhead, as sometimes happens.

No crowd of protesters jeered slogans at the distant gates. And there were no lensmen’s exhortations of ‘over here, Theresa’, when they try to get her to look their way. Not yesterday. Just silence.

She was in black trouser suit, black, flat shoes, respectful jewellery, tidy hair.

The narrow legs of that trouser suit accentuated her slim-shouldered frame, more vulnerable than you might expect. As she came out of the doorway I was struck by how fragile and lonely she looked.

Although on show, she retained a contemplative, sombre air. In some ways it was the expression of a churchgoer returning to her place after communion.

Of course, she is the least lonely person in the country, constantly surrounded by aides and bodyguards and general to-do. Yet terrorism makes an island of the person at the top. She was the one who had to make the decisions and find words to reassure the nation. How to describe the indescribable? There was a pause as she braced herself for the off. Then: ‘I have just chaired a meeting of the Government’s emergency committee where we discussed the details of and the response to the appalling events in Manchester last night.’

And she was launched on a long, powerful statement in which she averred that ‘the spirit of Manchester and the spirit of Britain’ would prevail. It was a spirit that ‘through years of conflict and terrorism has never been broken’ and never would be, she said. Her cadence turning Churchillian, she conceded ‘there will be difficult days ahead’ but the terrorists would not win.

Mancunian and British solidarity would prove insuperable. The one chink in its armour, perhaps, came when she mentioned the children who had died, and the voice momentarily wobbled.

May speeches are not always memorable. She can sometimes sound prosaic, the larynx doing that warbly, headmistressy thing. Not yesterday. She had not had any sleep and her timbre had sunk a note or two. Her weariness, stark lipstick contrasting with her pale skin, lent her grit. Though physically weary, she was tough inside.

Downing Street makes a theatrical setting. The building’s facade is as flat as any stage back-wall and the bluey greyness of the old brickwork was lifted by sunshine.

Two fine British bobbies stood on duty, out of TV shot but either side of No 10. Suited detectives guarded the Jaguar waiting to whisk her north. A few Foreign Office staff stood behind a large, wrought-iron gate directly opposite Mrs May, watching her, rapt.

One of them was a woman in Muslim head-dress. Attempts to divide our society would not succeed, said Mrs May.

She cited the ‘countless acts of kindness’ that had been seen in Manchester after the attack. The images we hold in our minds should not be those of the senseless slaughter but of the ordinary men and woman who put concerns about their own safety to one side and rushed to help.’

Donald Trump, in his own, direct and welcome way, may have mocked the terrorists as ‘losers’ but vicar’s daughter Mrs May was finding her own way of asserting our values. There was nothing boastful or histrionic in her remarks.

She voiced a controlled, civilised outrage at this assault on Manchester’s defenceless children and their families.

Our Prime Minister – and yes, that is very much what she sounded yesterday – is not a woman given easily to emotion. In the past some have accused her of being robotic. Not yesterday, they wouldn’t have done.
Not yesterday. She was poised, sympathetic, sturdy. She spoke her piece well.

- Daily Mail 

Signs as things that people have done in theatre
  • Aries: Ditches crew to make out with girlfriend
  • Taurus: takes 30 minutes to eat food their mom brought them
  • Gemini: Calls everyone "sir"
  • Cancer: Throws screws at the ceiling
  • Leo: Falls into the pit
  • Virgo: Pukes right before a show because they're hung over
  • Libra: Puts milk in the freezer
  • Scorpio: spills two full cans of paint
  • Sagittarius: cuts a saw horse in half
  • Capricorn: Huge project they worked on gets cut from show
  • Aquarius: staples 3/4 of a flat to the stage
  • Pisces: Makes your mom jokes after everything
Erik Durm - Suprise Arrival

Disappointment. Complete and utter disappointment was all I felt when my very busy boyfriend informed me he wouldn’t be attending my Graduation ceremony over a text. Not only was he going to be absent on one of the most important days of my life, but he also had the audacity to do it over text– not even typing in an apology along with it!

“Wipe that frown off your face. They’re going to call your name really soon,” My friend, Tyson, nudged me playfully as he fixed the blue hat on his head.

“I’m not in the mood, Ty,” I warned, shooting him a glare. 

“Look,” A sigh emitted his lips. “Just because your asshole of a boyfriend was ‘too busy’ to show up doesn’t mean it should ruin your day! This is very important, (Y/N), you worked hard for this. Now show me those beautiful dimples of yours and I promise we’ll get so trashed by midnight that you won’t even remember his douchy name.”

I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle at his last statement, my eyes diverting to the stage. 

“Ms. (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Headmistress Hastings spoke into the microphone, a certificate in hand. “Go get 'em,” Tyson urged as I left my seat in a hurry, making my way up the steps carefully. My heels clicked against the flat stage as I approached the well-respected woman, a smile never fading from my face. This was about me and I wasn’t going to let Erik ruin it.

“Thank you,” I took my certificate of honor out of her hand before shaking it. As I stood to give my speech, my eyes roamed the crowd of familiar faces, all so warm and friendly. But one stood out specifically. My eyes fixated on Erik, who had a huge grin on his face while watching me speak out to the crowd. My words of humbleness didn’t last too long and I proudly made it back down to the crowd where my boyfriend sat.

“You dickhead!” I smacked his chest playfully.

“It’s so good to see you too, baby,” He chuckled, enveloping me into his arms. “Surprise,” Erik whispered into my ear, his hand soothingly rubbing the small of my back. “I’m so glad you made it,” I murmured into his shoulder, gripping onto him with all my strength. 

“I wouldn’t miss this for anything,” He pulled away, locking gazes with me. “You have no idea how proud I am of you.”

A toothy grin stretched across my face as I stared up at him, “Thank you.”

“Hey! You two!” Ty’s voice caught both of our attention and we turned to face him. “Say cheese!” A huge Nikon camera was positioned right in front of his face. Erik reacted immediately, pulling me into him and cupping my ass with his hands while sticking his tongue out. I subconsciously tilted my head back, laughter vibrating off my chest and Click! The camera sounded, capturing a goofy celebration to one of my greatest accomplishments. I surely would never forget this.

Le Carnival (exh.1916). Dame Laura Knight (English,1877-1970). Oil on canvas.

Knight, referencing Diaghilev, noted “…a perfection of the dance, but with brilliantly designed décor and good music…“ The 1916 Le Carnival was among the earliest performances Knight witnessed. It was set in the wings of the theatre - hence there were no elaborate stage flats to distract the audiences from the cavorting Harlequine and Columbine.