Virginia Woolf is also a big inspiration on this thought. In her writing she connects present moments with passed recollections.. all strung together through time as if on a dainty string.. things linger in and out of thought.
...from Orlando -
“Nature, [...], has further complicated her task and added to our confusion by providing not only a perfect ragbag of odds and ends within us—a piece of a policeman’s trousers lying cheek by jowl with Queen Alexandra’s wedding veil—but has contrived that the whole assortment shall be lightly stitched together by a single thread. Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know not what comes next, or what follows after. Thus, the most ordinary movement in the world, such as sitting down at a table and pulling the inkstand towards one, may agitate a thousand odd, disconnected fragments, now bright, now dim, hanging and bobbing and dipping and flaunting, like the underlinen of a family of fourteen on a line in a gale of wind. Instead of being a single, downright, bluff piece of work of which no man need feel ashamed, our commonest deeds are set about with a fluttering and flickering of wings, a rising and falling of lights.” - Virginia Woolf
I want to explore the whole stream of conciousness method with animation. Not by sitting down and animating and going 'straight ahead', but instead by taking my sketchbook out with me and picking up on scenes around town, then elaborating on them later at the lightbox.
Heres attempt one, this is from a drawing I did in Annecy -
It's perhaps a little too delicate in the line, I think what I may try doing is adding a watercolour background to it.
Anywho, i'll be doing a few more of these tests over the next couple of weeks so stay tuned.
Oh also while on the subject, here's a painting I did of the woman herself for me pal Sion:
And finally - Oh Cleggy weggy... you poor old sod of a dog.. Whatever have you done?
Wanted to repost this after watching the Lib Dem's get ripped to shreds on Wednesday's Newsnight.. I was photoshopping together a picture of Cameron then just happened to catch Cleggy's face in all the shots... speaks for itself really. Someone drown him quick.