Mulling things over

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 Beach Shack, Mullaway
The track down to the beach

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.

The perfect workspace

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?

Norman Lindsay estate

OK, back into the breach once more….

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The long creepy arm of the law

It’s this kind of crap that gets me really wound up, makes me want to go all vigilante and exterminate the brutes! How is it that some monkeys who don’t even deserve the privilege of life in the first place, are then given the responsibility of upholding the law?

There I am trying to enjoy a walk with the dogs by the beach in the evening, I have a friendly chat to a few strangers and think about how great it is to live where I do. And then…..

This is a letter I have just sent to the council:


To whom it may concern,

I am writing to you regarding an incident on Monday evening (October 31st), which I am fairly sure had nothing to do with Halloween, though perhaps that might help explain it?

I was walking my dog and my housemate’s dog at John Fisher reserve in Curl Curl, we were at the end of the walk and heading back south towards the South Curl Curl surf club, near where I live. A man pulled up at the side of the road near us and called out “I’m a ranger at Warringah Council, have you got a leash for your dog?”. He was casually dressed and clearly in his own car, so I assume off-duty. I had my housemate’s dog on a leash and my dog was walking along next to us, but not on a leash.

I replied “Not on me right now sorry”. He raised his voice, and was certainly using an aggressive tone when he explained that he needed to be on a leash. So I calmly pointed out that we were in a dog park. He raised his voice even more and tried to tell me that I was not, and that John Fisher started “back there” – somewhere in the direction he was pointing.

I have looked around before for any signage which would state where the dog exercise area begins and ends, and the only sign that comes remotely close is at the very end of the grassed area, immediately to the north of the South Curl Curl surf club which states that “Dogs may be exercised in John Fisher reserve…” and somewhere else in Collaroy, I can’t recall the name.

So I pointed to the sign which was about 10 metres away and said “surely that sign says that we are in the dog park?”. His voice still raised aggressively “it is not the dog park!”.

I asked “What does it matter? He is under control and well behaved”. The whole time this is going on, my dog was just wandering around next to me sniffing various smells on the ground, with the occasional glance at me waiting to see what I was doing.

This supposed ranger then yelled at me “He is not under control!”. I was dumfounded. I just looked at him and raised my eyebrows, hoping that it was obvious to him at that point who was under control and who wasn’t. Then I continued to walk on.

He then made a u-turn and followed me, pulling over near the surf club, while we walked to the pedestrian crossing. My dog walked along next to me and my housemate’s dog the whole time. They both sat at the side of the crosswalk on my single command of “sit”. Then seeing the road clear, I commanded them “over”. My dog trotted along with us over the crosswalk, and we began to walk down the footpath in front of Stewart House.

This man then yelled across the road “Well you’re certainly not in the dog park now, he needs to be on a leash!” – practically admitting that we had previously been in the dog park. I replied “I’ve already told you, I don’t have a spare one on me right now” and kept walking. His response: “Oh for f*#k’s sake!”, then began to turn his car around again to pursue us.

As we turned up the path next to Stewart House, he threatened me that if he ever saw me again I would be in trouble. He then drove up Carrington, turned up Beach Street and down Ellen Street like some stalker trying to find out where I lived. I was already in my house when he drove past.

So I would like to ask why Warringah Council would hire such a power-hungry egomanic, that would then somehow give him the right to go seeking such confrontation during his time off?

I love living in Curl Curl out of all the suburbs of Sydney, because it is such a nice relaxed, friendly area, where I thought being reasonable and kind to one’s neighbours was understood as an important part of being an evolved and enlightened human being.

Whether or not the black and white of the law says that I should have my dog on a leash on the footpath like that, should come as secondary to common sense and decent behaviour. Is it really necessary that we should live in a nazi-controlled, police state like that when everybody is behaving well, and treating each other with respect? Whatever happened to being reasonable on such matters, where the person who has been granted the authority, should be able to make their own mind up as to whether or not any such behaviour is ‘offensive’.

This guy definitely did not understand what ‘reasonable behaviour’ constituted, and I am appalled that such a disgraceful human being should be employed in a role where he is supposed to be looking out for the welfare of the community.

I hope his superior understands that from now on, instead of doing his duty as requested, he will no doubt be camped out, wasting time, waiting for me to walk my dog in the area again without a leash.

As a poodle, my dog is a smart, well-behaved dog, who obeys me and never causes any trouble with other people. So in return, I grant him the freedom to walk unrestrained for the 50 metres from my house to the dog park. But sadly, I’m guessing that you will back your man up, regardless of his poor behaviour, because I am clearly infringing on your precious law?

I will not give you my address for fear of further harrassment, but if you would like to contact me you may email me or call during the day time. I will be taking further action to bring this matter to the attention of the public, and can only hope that such a situation might be taken into account when you train and employ staff for such roles in the future.

Sincerely,
Mike W

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Sydney Opera House Graphic Festival animation competition entry

Well I spent nearly all of my waking hours over the weekend on this, plus a few hours earlier in the week. I wish I had heard about the competition a little earlier as I would have liked to be able to put something a little more polished together, but it was still a good last minute challenge. I regretted not being in Perth on the weekend to have a crack at the WAMBAM competition going on there, so this made for a nice substitute.

I’m not sure exactly how the voting works, whether it is simply off youtube ‘likes’, or if SOH will actually have a voting section on their channel. However, I would really appreciate it if you could all have a look and ‘like’ it anyway (which will require a youtube account – takes all of 30 seconds to set up).

The restrictions were a) 30 seconds in length, b) needed to use some or all of a supplied Gotye track, and c) follow the overarching theme of escape.

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A tribute to the parking inspector

A little piece I’ve put together for a bit of practice and an experiment with styles. Characters designed and animated using Flash, the background and graphics in Photoshop, a bit of sound using the iPhone and Soundbooth, then the editing and composition in After Effects.

I’m sure we all hate parking inspectors? They do nothing but bring misery to people’s lives and probably sleep like friggin babies at night!

I’d love to have the time (and money!) to put together something bigger and better which could really do justice to the fetid ingloriousness that is the parking inspector and the councils which created them.

It’s given me something to do while I try and find other work which at least helps me feel I’ve been a little productive. I hope you enjoy it and pass it around.

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Nullarbor crossing video

It’s taken me a little while to sort out, I guess it wasn’t really a priority when I’m trying to find work and all… but the edited video of the trip across Oz is live and up on youtube. It’s nothing really special, just a bit of a play around in After Effects to make it somewhat viewable. Hopefully is mildly interested or amusing for you. Gives you a bit of an idea of what lies between Perth and Sydney as well.

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“I need to go to my quiet place!”

Well today I made sure I had a break from the house, as it’s starting to grind on me a bit. Although I got out on the weekend a couple times, it’s not exactly the same. I took Marley for a play at the dog park/beach opposite the Newport Arms and then drove up to Palm Beach to park the Holden somewhere nice and peaceful, enjoying the fresh air and outlook of the ocean and Barrenjoey Head. I have kind of realised now that is my ‘special little place’. Doesn’t matter particularly where the Holden is, just as long as there’s a nice view, and not too many people around, and my furry mate for company. It seems to have become the best place for me to sit and think creatively, have some ideas, find some inspiration/motivation and generally feel at peace with myself.

Mike in Holden with Doodle

I was quite successful again, having done it four or five times now over the last month. I just made notes this time as opposed to sketches or voice recordings.

The classic irony being, that as I sit there thinking about potential future exploits, one in particular being the little animation I’ve been working on where my hatred for parking inspectors can be comically expressed to the world…. and what happens? A parking inspector rocks up, gives a ticket to the car next to me, takes a couple photos and actually leaves me alone, even though I hadn’t purchased a ticket myself! Perhaps he just liked the car? Perhaps he realised I would have blown up about the fact there wasn’t even a ticket machine within sight? Perhaps he was just scared of a big guy and a big dog who looked like they didn’t care?

Meh… they still must all die! I mean, there are a few professions out there which feed off human suffering but very occasionally those particular roles do provide a positive to society. There is absolutely NOTHING that a parking inspector does except bring misery to people’s lives. They have absolutley NO positive impact on the world, and yet, there’s people who choose to live their life that way. Thoughts people?

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Portfolio time

Phew! Well that just seemed to take waaaay longer than it should. In the last 4 months or so, I have spent days and days on the Mac just putting together portfolios of different types, tweaking the CV several times, writing application after application, email after email, phone call after phone call, just to try and find some work!

I guess this might not be something new to many of you, but it is to me. In the past finding work has taken a little bit of effort, but usually something has turned up reasonably easily. The frustration too, comes from thinking back to those days when I was stuck in an office somewhere looking at a beautiful day outside wishing I didn’t have to work, daydreaming of all the fun things I could be doing.

Strangely enough, over the last 12 months, the daydreaming has actually involved wishing I just had a little time to myself where I could get on with my ‘own work’. That is, chipping away on the Dumbleweeds cartoon and other animations in the pipeline – all very time-consuming work.

The new Weary Dunlop statue at the AWM. Wallabies and war medic legend.

A trip to Canberra last weekend and the Australian War Memorial (always amazing and inspiring!) reminded me of the feature film script a mate and I had been working on which has just sat there for a long time now….. there’s another one I’d like to have the time for. But no, I have to spend all my time finding work which will then take all my time away from me again.

Mmmmmmmatilda Bay

Stupid money… Who decided to invent the crap in the first place?! It only makes people shallow and selfish. (A new post on some sort of utopian communist existence will probably turn up soon. When I have the time!)

I don’t think even sweet, nourishing, all-conquering beer can solve this one. (Came across some Dogbolter at a craft beer shop in Fyshwick, mmmmm…)

So if you’re slightly interested, or perhaps know someone who might be, the sparkly new PDF version of my portfolio can be downloaded here, to supplement the sparkly but slightly older Flash version. and not-so-sparkly but still new slideshow version on the design page.

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Nullarbor crossing

Well I made it. 5 and a half days, a little slower than last time due to a detour through Kalgoorlie and a few little car ‘incidents’. Overall was pretty awesome fun, I experienced several of those fantastic moments where I’m just in the outback with my furry best friend for company and the peace and the space are just overwhelming and inspiring. Golden rays coming through the trees onto the flies buzzing round the roadkill, silently watching the 50 year old Holden purr by. Awesome. And a great time to listen to the Oils ‘Diesel and Dust’ through twice.

There’s a gallery up on Facebook, and I’m just editing through some video now. Here’s a quick shot as a sample….

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The Dumblweeds promo clip is up!

Not that the pilot episode is completed yet, I felt compelled to get something out there to show you all. Visit The Dumbleweeds Project page to see the 2 minute promo clip.

Please pass the link around, I am really keen for some assistance (of any sort) to get the series off the ground. At the very least, some feedback will be helpful. Motivation and inspiration can be hard to come by at times when you’re flying solo :-)

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Looking for work…

I’m currently hunting around for some more freelance work having enjoyed a booking in North Sydney over the last couple of months. (Certainly interested in the right permanent role as well.) If anyone knows of any, or knows of anyone who might know of someone who might need a little help along the design side of things, please let me know or send them here. I am completely open-minded about the type of work, location, hours and pay, but if you require me to dance the macarena on a podium in some weird theme bar wearing a grass skirt…. at 5 in the morning… then the pay is going to have to be pretty good.

In the meantime I am grateful to have some more time to chip away on the animation projects and appreciate the chance to surf in the middle of the day, but this won’t pay the bills!

Desk view at Curlie

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