It is months ago that I first commenced this project and in spite of the fact other work has taken up a lot of my time, it still feels that a hell of a lot of work and time has gone into what I thought might be a quick little job. This is the tedious, meticulous nature of animation though.
I find it very difficult to get my ‘working sessions’ started, but usually once I get moving, I’m pretty good at keeping going. A lot of the time it really requires me to be in the right head space, but sometimes I surprise myself and get an hour or two done in an evening during the week, after having had a crap day at the paying job and feeling tired and completely unmotivated.
This is the challenge of working by yourself on something which nobody else is waiting on you for and nobody else is knowingly going to pay you for either.
I will put the call out there again, it would be great to link up with some kind of producer or business partner….. anyone??
So for the last few months the only animation project I have managed to contribute anything to is one I am calling ‘Bush Buds’. The idea came from an old joke about a stoned koala in a tree, and I guess because of the anthropomorphic nature of the characters involved, the humour of the ‘mature content’, and a nice punchline to finish with, it appealed to me as a nice idea to try and animate.
I took a week off in September and hired a cabin on Mullaway beach just north of Coffs. This was as much a celebration of Spring in my own mind as it was an opportunity for a ‘working holiday’ in an idyllic location – just me, the doodle, my surfboard and the sounds of the bush and the surf.
The week was an absolute success. I only wish I had more than the 4 and a half days in the shack. I spent the first few days just chilling, driving around a bit, but mostly just chilling in the van with Marley, playing on different beaches, going for a couple surfs and reading Steinbeck’s ‘Travels with Charley’, a thoroughly appropriate book for the moment!
Once in the shack, the days were fairly similar. Wake up around 5.30am, head to the beach with the doodle for a play, then back to make us both breakfast and then I was usually sat down on the verandah and working by around 7am.
On the first day, my intentions were to go in 2 hours shifts – 2 hours work, then 2 hours play (surf/walk/exercise/shops/cooking), and so on until I had got through 8 hours work. This was a pretty nice arrangement, after a couple hours I usually start feeling a little restless, but then after a short break, I find myself thinking about the project and keen to get on with the next steps….. By the final day, I was starting work at 7am, working solidly through till around 1pm, then I’d have an hour or two break, and was back on the computer grinding away till dinner time. From memory I put in around 8 hours work the first day, 9 the next, 10 the next and then 11 on the last. I still squeezed in some time on the beach and in the hammock and came back to the big smoke feeling thoroughly refreshed and inspired.
And then….. well, things slowed down a bit like they do when those Swedish cars test out their air bags.
It is only in the last few weeks since I have been working part-time in the new design role, that I have got back onto it. Unfortunately I cannot afford to survive with only 2 days paid work, but at least I am being productive again with the long term goal back in focus.
So my free days have involved some time in the mornings searching for work, making applications, or trying to improve my ‘public presence’ – such as updating the blog and polishing the website and portfolio a bit. I have been getting some exercise in most days and that definitely helps me feel a lot better. But then mid-afternoon I feel compelled into ‘relaxation’.
Having visited Norman Linsday’s place yesterday, my one wish would be to have the drive and energy that made him as prolific as he was. Sleeping 4 or 5 hours a night, etching in the morning, sculpting in the afternoon, painting in the evening, then maybe putting some time into building a miniature boat. I wish I could, but I just can’t operate like that. Well, at least when nobody else cares what I’m up to and nobody is paying for my work. However, perhaps if I had an estate such as that, I could?
OK, back into the breach once more….








