Tuesday, December 29, 2015

20 Time Pitch

My arm movements were spastic, I blanked while trying to describe what I watched on TV as a kid.

Other than that, I'm a golden speaker. My voice was not as quiet nor nervous sounding. I seemed pretty calm, though I probably was a little nervous.

I just need to figure out what to do with my hands for the time being, and sometimes putting them in my pocket would seem like the safest option.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

New Character: Mystery Lute Girl

Just Modeled Acroin, who my sister wanted her face to be covered for two episodes. If only I could make one!


Friday, December 18, 2015

World Building

I've decided to try and immerse myself in this project by the first step in creating a Universe, World Building.
So I made a Map of the World:

Eventually I'll come out with Lore and all that Good Stuff.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

I Get What I'm Missing

I think the whole reason why I don't know exactly what I want from modelling these characters is because I forgot one of the core parts of the creative process. Concepts.

I completely forgot to do concept art, and writing a story for the animation, so that's why I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm mostly just modelling blindly, and whatever happens happens. This is probably the true reason why I'm not satisfied with my work.

So, to change that, I'm probably going to take some time to do some concept art, probably get good at drawing, maybe get a graphics pad for online stuff, and submit some stuff online.

All the while, I'll be developing the story for the animation and stuff like that.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Ze Frank

This man is incredible!
He is the ultimate form of charisma, intelligence, and wisdom in one Nerd.
It doesn't even matter to me that it had pretty much little to do with my project, for I have seen a new way to look at art.
This man is art, for there is so much beauty and meaning in his life.
I have learned to write subconsciously in poems thanks to this video and this amazing speaker.
Here's an example:

"The beginning was a new start.
The ramen warmed my soul
Watched entire first season of Blue Bloods on Netflix"
- Ieuan Howze, 2015

His presentation was so complete with understanding and just enough self-respect to make it enjoyable.
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I don't know what that was up there, I was anxiety typing. Nothing up there is of my own free will, if I had offended anyone or caused any chance of me getting sued, I will repent of my sins and commit seppuku as is the ritual.

Ze Frank is an amazing internet personality. He is literally the person I would love to become, personality wise. He gives the image of a confident and self-respecting entertainer with a wide variety of skills, talents, and people skills. I literally wish I was this.

I have a lot of talent and potential, I won't deny it. But I have this feeling that whatever talent I do have might scare people off or threaten them. So I'm left with nobody to share my talent with. I'm not trying to sound self-centered here, because that is not who I am. I'm all about entertaining other people and making other people feel better, if they feel better I feel better. I just think I seem rather isolated from other people, not purposefully, but not avoided. I keep thinking to myself that other people don't hang around me because I'm quiet and dress weirdly, and that I don't have much in common with other people. I think I suck, though in reality I don't.

I wish I could care less about what people thought of me, but that's what I need to drive me to be better. I care too much, and that's why a lot of my viewpoint about my art and stuff has a more negative side.

Ze Frank doesn't seem to have that on the outside, but maybe he does feel similar to what I'm feeling. Still, he doesn't let that affect him in his presentation or his overall rise to fame.

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I just realize I just gave my entire feelings and emotions and opinions and put them on the internet.

Well, not like anyone reads this crap.