2020. Enough.

January 2020. What a shitty start to the year. The coronavirus. Kobe. Brexit. Politics and the idiots sharing all the type of propaganda that would get a nod from Goebbels in his heyday. It's like, "okay, enough".

But alas, I'm here doing the freelance schtick, looking for work, waiting for work, then resurrecting and starting whole new projects.

Currently working on a piece that has me resurrecting the sakura pens. Technology is great but tactile is king. The feel of pen and paper should never be tossed to the side. Skills get really rusty when that happens. I've learned the hard way.

Currently WIP, but I'll share once done:

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Sum up, Bloodshot to bloodclaat.

Under the flesh, pass the muscle and blood...

Skeleton. Roughing out lots of key frames and inbetweens for the animation. Kept my head down for a couple of weeks and came back up to see I had sketched out a little over a third of the action. It's the dance that's most tedious. Plus got my Bamboo graphics tablet so I'll be seeing how it fares.

"Behold (not really) and I'll make you a believer".

It's gotten all sinister in here. Feel my steely hate.

Sum up,
Yeah well, still waiting on those headphones. And pancakes with syrup...

And just as I was typing this, got my Sakura pens from Hong Kong delivered to me. Hong Kong, dude! And they delivered in record time. Shape up, people!