This is the art direction for my animatic. Sadly, I had to render it in low quality due to the 50mb size constraint. I did all I could to shorten it, but could make no more sacrifices. Enjoy and thanks for checking it out.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Genre, Target Audience & Attitudes
GENRE
Fantasy
Will Stricker
N190 Spring 2009
2-23-2009
Target Audience and Attitudes
Target Audience Analysis
Gender: Not oriented towards specific gender, male if I have to pick
Age: 18-25
Interests: Religion, Science, Music, Art, Video Games,
Habits: Playing on the computer, dreaming about what could be
Other things they like to watch or read: Documentaries, Educational shows/movies, Hyper-fictional stories
What they do in their spare time: Hang out with friends, debate, listen to music, play video games, think about life/death
Things they buy: Fast food, Electronics, Music
Where they live: With their parents, College dorms, Apartments
Income level: 0 - $30,000
Maximum education level: Bachelor degree
Anything else that is relevant: May like to have alone time (loners), May have fascination with odd, abnormal, or unexplainable circumstances or ideas, May be against popular ideas
Enlightened
The boy went through his life relatively happily just doing what the rest of his human counterparts did, just moving through society normally while still being baffled by it all. He didn’t know what else to do. He wasn’t comfortable being part of a collective, but not being part of it was very dangerous thing to do within his society. He didn’t have the answers, so he did what he thought smart and continued living the life he was born into. He began to wonder more and more, though; specifically about death. The rest of the humans held many theories about death, but the boy saw them as their own and only their own, and he was not convinced by them. He believed everybody should have their own belief about life and death. His belief of death was that it was great and mysterious, and not as morbid most humans thought it to be. He wondered what exactly humans feared about death that they would try so hard to avoid it. His race knew nothing about death, and he supposed that’s why they were afraid.
The boy began to think more about the idea of an afterlife and the meaning of the current life. He was overwhelmed by not only the number of theories about this, but by the ferventness in which the people preaching these ideas did so. Were these people that convinced that they were right and everyone else wrong? Did they truly believe, without a doubt, these theories they were suggesting were true? If so, how did they become so certain? Was it just their personality? Did they have something special that others did not, and if so what was it? At this point, the boy became so bewildered that he pushed it all away. He was convinced that no one had the answers, including himself. He retracted within himself, convinced that none of this mattered anyway. He could not stand not knowing the origin and meaning of his existence (as most of the human race could not), and at the same time he was sure the people convinced they knew it were insane, literally ill.
He contemplated his sureness about this, and found that by being sure he was ill as well. He was once again convinced that there was no finite truth, only perspective… as sure as he could be, without violating the rule. He wondered if, at this point it mattered anymore. Did it matter why we were here if we could never figure it out anyway? Should we just concentrate on what we do know, and therefore solve the more direct problems of our age? This seemed a great idea to the boy, but the rest of the world was wrapped up in what they were doing that they just ignored him. He now, more than ever, found the place he inhabited to be insipid, uninspired, and most of all, blind. Greyson, once and for all, decided he would rid himself of the world he was not proud to be a part of, as he fell softly and comfortably into death.
… Or so everyone thought. While everyone was just learning about the young man’s “death”, he was experiencing a psychedelic experience within himself. The young man’s body had an extreme tolerance for the dream inducers he had taken, much more than an average human. He had taken enough for him to go into a state of conscious unconsciousness within himself, but not enough to drain his physical body of life. Greyson remained in this state for roughly five hours. When he regained physical consciousness and became sober, he told those he knew of his experience. He looked at life much differently and he could not explain what the psychedelic experience did to him. He knew one thing, that he felt free. He no longer longed for a meaning in life; rather he longed to just live it. His new meaning of life was to make of it what was possible, and to explore but not obsess over things you did understand. Greyson went on to become a world-class musician, pouring his experience into the music he created.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Greyson 'Grey' Hunter: Obituary
Greyson Hunter died in Riveldo, Lamachesh on November 7, 2010. He ended his own life for reasons yet unknown. The young man overdosed on dream inducers. He passed away in his home while in a state of serenity and bliss. When his body was discovered, an unknown album was playing from his stereo. It had been playing for roughly 35 minutes which is about the amount of time he was dead before his body was discovered. Greyson presumably did this on purpose, trying to leave a message for his family and friends. Born on April 17, 1992, Greyson, also called 'Grey' by friends and family, was 17 years of age.
Greyson enjoyed listening to music as well as talking and thinking with friends about the wonders of life and death. Greyson was not a very outspoken person, especially with people he did not know. He was also involved minimally in school, minding mostly himself and his friends. He was not associated with any religious group, believing the only ‘god’ ever logically theorized is the one within the self. Greyson and his friends sometimes participated in events, but they usually made their own fun. Greyson was a very generous and kind being, though at times difficult to become acquainted with. His favorite season was winter because he loved the cold and look of snow weighing down the trees. People who did not know Greyson well described him as either mysterious and interesting or stupid and dull. Those who never knew him now never will. Those who did know him knew someone that was purely who he wanted to be.
Greyson was survived by his parents Judith Marie Hunter and Jackson Louis Hunter. He was an only child. In the letter Greyson left by his deathbed, he stated that he himself did not want a formal funeral, but that he wanted his will to be preceded by those who loved him and that it was their choice if a funeral was to be held. Family and friends have yet to make this decision. Greyson also stressed in the letter that his friends had equal power with his family on any decisions to be made after his death. He considered his friends the family that he chose. Greyson made the decision to have his body donated to science, and it will be used at Valhalla University in the continued study for a universal medical cure. Greyson’s family is open to any contact. If you would like to extend your words or learn more about a possible funeral, please direct your message to 3707 Frost Moon Lane, Riveldo, Lamachesh, 37273.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Story: Rough Draft
There was once a young boy who was born onto a planet much like Earth. This planet was not located within the Milky Way, but within another galaxy far from it. The society this boy was born into was much like the one those living in the United States currently experience. The boy was an avid thinker. He thought all the time about everything; outer space, the human brain, why the human race has done what it has done, the origin of everything, the meaning of it all, and whether any of it was real or just an illusion. If this was an illusion, what was real? If this was real and we were meant to be here, why did we not inherently know why?
The boy went through his life relatively happily just doing what the rest of his human counterparts did, just moving through society normally while still being baffled by it all. He didn’t know what else to do. He wasn’t comfortable being part of a collective, but not being part of it was very dangerous thing to do within his society. He didn’t have the answers, so he did what he thought smart and continued living the life he was born into. He began to wonder more and more, though; specifically about death. The rest of the humans held many theories about death, but the boy saw them as their own and only their own, and he was not convinced by them. He believed everybody should have their own belief about life and death. His belief of death was that it was great and mysterious, and not as morbid most humans thought it to be. He wondered what exactly humans feared about death that they would try so hard to avoid it. His race knew nothing about death, and he supposed that’s why they were afraid.
The boy began to think more about the idea of an afterlife and the meaning of the current life. He was overwhelmed by not only the number of theories about this, but by the ferventness in which the people preaching these ideas did so. Were these people that convinced that they were right and everyone else wrong? Did they truly believe, without a doubt, these theories they were suggesting were true? If so, how did they become so certain? Was it just their personality? Did they have something special that others did not, and if so what was it? At this point, the boy became so bewildered that he pushed it all away. He was convinced that no one had the answers, including himself. He retracted within himself, convinced that none of this mattered anyway. He could not stand not knowing the origin and meaning of his existence (as most of the human race could not), and at the same time he was sure the people convinced they knew it were insane, literally ill.
He contemplated his sureness about this, and found that by being sure he was ill as well. He was once again convinced that there was no finite truth, only perspective… as sure as he could be, without violating the rule. He wondered if, at this point it mattered anymore. Did it matter why we were here if we could never figure it out anyway? Should we just concentrate on what we do know, and therefore solve the more direct problems of our age? This seemed a great idea to the boy, but the rest of the world was wrapped up in what they were doing that they just ignored him. He now, more than ever, found the place he inhabited to be insipid, uninspired, and most of all, blind. He, once and for all, decided he would rid himself of the world he was not proud to be a part of, as he fell softly and comfortably into death.
To be continued…
PS. This story is not finished. It is a very sloppy draft. It will be added to and the contents of it thus far will change. I feel it needs to entertain more, and ramble less. I do not have a name for the character(s) because I just tried to pour the story out before dealing with the details. I may choose not to give the boy a name because I feel him not having a name may give the story a better feel. Finally, I hope it is acceptable and thanks for reading.
The boy went through his life relatively happily just doing what the rest of his human counterparts did, just moving through society normally while still being baffled by it all. He didn’t know what else to do. He wasn’t comfortable being part of a collective, but not being part of it was very dangerous thing to do within his society. He didn’t have the answers, so he did what he thought smart and continued living the life he was born into. He began to wonder more and more, though; specifically about death. The rest of the humans held many theories about death, but the boy saw them as their own and only their own, and he was not convinced by them. He believed everybody should have their own belief about life and death. His belief of death was that it was great and mysterious, and not as morbid most humans thought it to be. He wondered what exactly humans feared about death that they would try so hard to avoid it. His race knew nothing about death, and he supposed that’s why they were afraid.
The boy began to think more about the idea of an afterlife and the meaning of the current life. He was overwhelmed by not only the number of theories about this, but by the ferventness in which the people preaching these ideas did so. Were these people that convinced that they were right and everyone else wrong? Did they truly believe, without a doubt, these theories they were suggesting were true? If so, how did they become so certain? Was it just their personality? Did they have something special that others did not, and if so what was it? At this point, the boy became so bewildered that he pushed it all away. He was convinced that no one had the answers, including himself. He retracted within himself, convinced that none of this mattered anyway. He could not stand not knowing the origin and meaning of his existence (as most of the human race could not), and at the same time he was sure the people convinced they knew it were insane, literally ill.
He contemplated his sureness about this, and found that by being sure he was ill as well. He was once again convinced that there was no finite truth, only perspective… as sure as he could be, without violating the rule. He wondered if, at this point it mattered anymore. Did it matter why we were here if we could never figure it out anyway? Should we just concentrate on what we do know, and therefore solve the more direct problems of our age? This seemed a great idea to the boy, but the rest of the world was wrapped up in what they were doing that they just ignored him. He now, more than ever, found the place he inhabited to be insipid, uninspired, and most of all, blind. He, once and for all, decided he would rid himself of the world he was not proud to be a part of, as he fell softly and comfortably into death.
To be continued…
PS. This story is not finished. It is a very sloppy draft. It will be added to and the contents of it thus far will change. I feel it needs to entertain more, and ramble less. I do not have a name for the character(s) because I just tried to pour the story out before dealing with the details. I may choose not to give the boy a name because I feel him not having a name may give the story a better feel. Finally, I hope it is acceptable and thanks for reading.
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