(Source: salikawood)
(Source: salikawood)
oh wow
Mechanical Apple is a boutique animation studio based in Australia, led by Ari Gibson and Jason Pamment.
They recently relaunched their website and posted this beautiful short. Nice of them to give us a visual blast of winter to get us through these hot summer days. Looking forward to more great work from this budding new studio.
(Source: drawnblog)
via chris jackson
this tumblr is oddly hilarious. And sad. Very sad.
“Dinosaurs” by Haruo Takino
I am on such a dinosaur kick, it isn’t even funny.
Henry Miller had the same issues focussing on productivity in 1933 as we do today. Of course, he had the added advantage of living at a time without Facebook or Tumblr.
I particularly like no. 7.: “…drink if you feel like it.” Oh wow! I do that!
(Thanks to my husband for finding this!)
(via drawnblog)
Tangled concept art, by
Glen KeaneEDIT: THESE ARE BY JIN KIM! Pardon my misinformation!
Flynn from Tangled was going to be huge and Stabbington-sized, in comparison to Rapunzel, to make the relationship seem “accepting”, so Rapunzel would seem less shallow.
As if to teach a lesson that not ALL 16th century urchin thieves (half the populace) were rapists and murderers; general scary mean guys, despite their intimidating looks.
Then, to appeal more to the target audience of female teens and little girls, they made him Prince Charming with a personality, so you know he’s ‘good and pretty’, and there wouldn’t be a societal issue in pairing a 25+ year old ex-con with someone the size of a 14 year old.
And it worked. GG Disney.
I like Bastion’s design, better.
I understand the reasoning behind the change but can’t help but be disappointed. I wonder if anyone’s done a silhouette study of (human) Disney male/female “love story” protagonists; they all have such similar idealized body-types. (On the other hand, protagonists in “friendship” stories are allowed to have amazingly varied silhouettes — granted, most of them are Pixar movies.)
Maybe it’s my intense bias for gigantic dudes with Hellboy shoulders, but I would’ve far preferred this visual dynamic.
“She hit me?” was all he could whisper to the ocean waves and laughing gulls. Emily had trudged off into the woods a time ago, but Tim couldn’t take his eyes away from those emerald pines. To do so would have betrayed the juggling act between bewilderment and a broken pride. He did all he could to fight the tears. He bit his cheek, swallowed hard and looked to the ground where the paint chipped pony laid, broken in two.
So, what’s normally a blog only deal, is now going on tumblr/twiter. Branching out here folks! it’s scary!