Cleveland International Film Festival


COVID Dystopia was shown at the Cleveland International Film Festival. I got up at 4am to get ready for the flight to Cleveland. I made an egg sandwich before I left which became important since I forgot to eat for the rest of the day. The Frontier flight was on time and I got to Cleveland around 10am. I couldn’t check into my air b&B until 4-m so the Lyft driver took me directly to the theater district.

It was cold and raining, so when I got out of the Lyft, I dashed directly into the CSU Idea Center right next to the theater. On the 6th floor there were a series of panel discussions on the making of films. The panel discussions were, “The Story: the journey from page to screen”, and “The Business: follow the money.”

The panels were filmed, so I found a spot where I could sketch the cameras and the audience. Since my film literally had no budget, just my time, blood sweat and tears, I was certainly curious about the money side of making films. It was inspiring to hear all the filmmakers trials and tribulations on their film making journey. For each it was clearly a passion rather than a way to make a quick buck.

After the panel discussions I made my way to the theaters. Dear god these Cleveland theaters are opulent and gorgeous. I asked several red coated ushers where I could sign in as a filmmaker. The guest services area is where I signed in. I was given a lanyard and a swag bag. I was the told I could attend any screening I liked. I wasn’t expecting that. I thought I would have to pay $18 for each screening.

I then wandered slack jawed through the theater lobbies that were all interconnected. In the Connor Palace I thought I might just sketch the lobby but the ushers directed me towards some doors.  A screening had just started. I had no idea what film was showing, but I went inside. The introductory trailer had just started. The immense theater was dark. I stumbled half way up an aisle until I had cleared the opulent balcony.

The film was titled “Minted” bout the rise and fall of the NFT art market. I am so glad I saw the film. The film showcased how NFT helped artists make a mint during the rise in the market. They showed Bepples sitting with his family as his NFT sold at Christie’s for 65 million dollars. Other artist success stories showed them fining freedom of expression and financial independence. It all seemed to good to be true. And it was.

Another Artist found her digital creation were being stolen and sold by others as NFTs. Artists were making good money because they made royalties any time their work was sold. Those royalties disappeared once the bubble burst. Artists can no longer make a living off of just selling NFTs. Many were commercial artists before the NFT craze but they had to return to commercial work after the crash.

Speculators got into the market just to make a quick buck. Most of the art being sold was put crap but the craze allowed crap to be worth millions. The NFT craze coincided with the height of the COVID pandemic. In the documentary artists were wearing masks when they were struggling to make a living. But when their work began selling for thousands of dollars the mask came off. If my work ever starts selling for thousands, I might consider taking my mask off as well. Then I could afford the inevitable health care costs not covered by insurance.

COVID Dystopia: Babies bursting Into Flames


This scene from COVID Dystopia has hand drawn flames. I later started doing flames using distortion tools in After Effects, but these flames work just fine. I see no reason to go back to make these flames like the other more digital flames. The film has a mix of techniques used to create flames.

COVID Dystopia faced two rejections from film festivals yesterday. It is the flaming baby no one wants to hold. To counter the rejections I researched festivals I would like to submit to next. The only response to an indifferent world is to press ahead.

On April 12, COVID Dystopia will have screened at the Cleveland International Film Festival. It is part of the After Hours Part 2 Shorts block. I will be flying in to attend the screening. I am hoping to sketch the theater before the screening. Since I will be traveling light, I will not have my art stool so I will get some exercise as I stand to do the sketches.

I will be bringing 5 by 8 inch poster cards that have the lyrics on the back. The printing job by Fed Ex Kinkos is horrible. The type was printed as a dot screen and is barely legible. Anyway I want to get rid of these 40 or so cards and print up better cards. I also have about 50 “COVID is not done with us” buttons. I don’t know if there is a place to leave this free swag but I will find out. Is it cold in Clevelend, Oh God I hope not.

COVID Dystopia will also be streaming on CIFF Streams online from April 14, 2024 – April 21, 2024 (Part of short: “After Hours Shorts 2”). Tickets for online viewing are $14.

COVID Dystopia: Tanks Attack


This shot from COVID Dystopia has tanks on the streets of New York City firing up the invading virus’ as they float down the side streets. I like how the shot is working.

The entire film was altered to get rid of he snap zoom effects between shots. Those snap zooms were the original reason I wanted to create the film but I am realizing the intensity and speed need to be dialed back a bit for the average audience to have any chance of digesting all that is being thrown at them.

A random Facebook message from a follower in South Africa convinced me to slow things down a touch. He said his wife kept asking him to freeze frame the movie so she could see all the details in each shot. I recognize that people might miss many details, but that is true to the times where the 24 hour news cycle keeps churning out viewpoint weather true or not and the internet further distorts simple truths.

This film has had a 17% success rate in getting into festivals. Those are slim pickings. The list of rejections is immense. I had tow festivals reject the film yesterday. Facing so much rejection eventually wears you down. But when I get a rejection I research a new festival that might accept the message and I also refine and improve shots. I hope I am polishing a gem and not something that everyone hates. From curse words in the lyrics to very adult themed images, I know I am facing an uphill battle. The audience is out there however I just need to find them. This will be a year of patience and perseverance.

In two days I fly to the Cleveland International Film Festival where COVID Dystopia will screen at 9:50pm. This is the first Academy Award qualifying festival that the film has been accepted into. Hoping to make the most of that 17% acceptance rate.

 

COVID Dystopia: Flesh Dropped Like a Waterfall


The full lyrics for this shot of the film, COVID Dystopia are, “Flesh dropped like a waterfall from every Nazi face.”

I hand animated the candle falem in this shot and the flames around the edges of the Constitution were animated in After Effects.

Rudy simply rotates a bit using a depth map. I am considering opening his mouth a bit and it might be good to hand animated a couple of drips flowing downward. If I fully animate the hands that might help as well. The consideration is always weather the move is actually needed.

I am going through the whole film now and making sure the camera moves work the way I want. Since I deleted all the snap zoom effects there are often hold at the beginning and end of each shot where those transitions happened. I just need to expand each of those markers out for the duration of the shot.

As I am doing all those camera move tweaks I am also compiling a spreadsheet so I can keep track of all the things I might consider improving in each shot. I will go back through all these posts since I often shared those considerations here.

This past week I have been swamped with moving the studio but now I can start animating again. I watched the film through this morning without the snap zoom effects and it is starting to grow on me. By the end of today I hope to have any camera move timing issues cleaned up. I also need to finish cleaning up the Times Square Hazmat shot. I am just making sure the line work in that shot is crisp. They say you learn from your mistakes. Well on this film, I seem to have made every mistake possible.

COVID Dystopia: Hazmat Cleanup


This scene from COVID Dystopia was animated at a resolution of 1920 by 1080. Unfortunately when scaled up in After Effects the line work became pixelated and blurry.

To fix the animation I had to re-import the blurry mp4 file into Callipeg and clean it up. This involved going back to the original art to find the high resolution bodies and go through frame by frame adding them over the blurry footage. The three guys to the left have been reworked and I have two more to do.

I had almost finished the scene earlier in the week but I pinched all the separate layers together so that it would play back correctly. Callipeg has a glitch where layers that are not completely filled with art will cause the program to flicker on playback.

I discovered that several of the layers had shifted by a frame or so causing the clean up animation to fall out of sync with the blurry footage. Then the program wouldn’t let me move anything. I decided to start over and avoid merging layers. I am living with the flickering effect since I know that it will render correctly in the end.

I have just two more hazmat suited guys too go. I should finish tonight. However I plan to head out today to go to a solar eclipse viewing party. The plan is to sketch the crowd outside looking up. I don’t have protective goggles, but I will be sketching the people not looking up. At least I think I can resist looking up.

COVID Dystopia: Virus Over Manhattan


In this shot from COVID Dystopia, a huge virus enters screen left and settled in over Manhattan. Animation was done in After Effects. The only possible thing that could make ths shot better would be for the shadows of the skyscrapers to change as the virus settles over Manhattan. I don’t think that is needed however.

I have one more day of working on a shot that has given me hell. I will write about the trails and tribulations tomorrow. Today I should be moving the last of the art and a filing cabinet into the studio. Then I can relax and start hanging paintings. I also have a small Mexican fire pit int he backyard and I plan to burn some paper items from my past.

I have started putting events on my calendar which should be good to sketch. Since I am animating I keep canceling any sketch outings.

I arranged all my sketchbooks chronologically yesterday. They were well organized through 2016 but then the system had been abandoned. I decided to arrange the books bases on the date of the last sketch in the sketchbook. I think the sketchbooks b=prior to 2016 had been arranged according to the date of the first sketch in the sketch books. I have a sketchbook in my bag now that was started way back in 1981. It fell off my bike as I was starting a cross country bike trip. Someone found it in the snow and packed it away in their garage. 30 years later they realized the book was signed and they returned it. When I finish the last sketch in that sketchbook the date of the last sketch will affect how I catalogue it. Is this the right system? I don;t know. Life is short beginning or end of a sketchbook, even with a 30 year gap is a infinitesimal fraction of time.

 

COVID Dystopia: There Were Lasers


This scene from COVID Dystopia has an alien virus enter from the top and fire off one large laser blast. The explosion quickly expands. It has always bothered me that the scene cuts on the blast and that the farm house is unaffected.

If I go back into this scene it will be to animate the farm house exploding. That is a tall order, but could also be quite fun. The advantage is that the are probably only 6 to 12 frames that need to be animated.

I finished refining all the timing of camera moves through out the film yesterday. I want to finish off the clean up of the hazmat suit Times Square clean up crew. I cleaned up two of the hazmat suited workers last night but I have like 6 more to go.

Two drinking mugs that came to the new studio in the move. I have been using a white one with orange inside the cup every day. I woke up this morning and for the life of me, I can not find it. I know I drank from it at dinner last night. I wandered through every room looking at every surface where I might place a mug.

I must be going nuts. I finally gave up and started using the second mug which is a black coffee mug. I don’t know, but when I drink Mountain Dew out of the black mug, the Dew looks dark and menacing. I am used to my Dew being a bright nuclear glowing green.

I have two other white mugs that I now use to store things like scissors and X-Acto blades. One cup shouts CALM and the other shouts CREATE. I think I will use one of those instead, but I can’t decide which message is most relevant. I will not decide today. I figure if I don’t think about the missing cup it will just pop up unexpectedly.

Solar Eclipse


Julie Norris Wilder the owner of of Spiral Circle Bookstore and More, hosted a solar eclipse viewing party. Spiral Circle is located at 750 North Thornton Avenue just north of Colonial in Orlando. The store is actually over 40 years old. Julie and a partner became the new owners when the couple who first ran the place decided to retire. The last time I was at the bookstore was when Julie signed the contract.

Walking up to Spiral Circle I suddenly realized I had for gotten to bring my art stool. I would have to find a seat if I was to sketch for several hours. I walked around inside the store and the place has grown exponentially. The smell of incense filled the air. I realized that I had broken my rule of always masking indoors. Rather than fumble to put it on, I walked outside. Huge vats of polished stones caught my eye. I used to be a true rock hound and used to polish such stones myself using a tumbler in the basement of my childhood home.

People were on the porch of the store looking toward the sky. The eclipse had just started. I found a small side area with several tables. Two women were seated at one table with a large brown mastiff with a black bandage on one of his front legs. He lunged and growled at me. I sat at the other table but the angle wasn’t great to draw from. In a bowl on the table was a shriveled up mass of a plant. One of the staff came out and started talking to me about the pant. He said, once it got water, it would immediately flourish and spring to live as a vibrant green plant. I hope my spirit is as resilient. The women and the huge dog left and I decided that their table had a better vantage point.

One of the staff scanned his cell phone opposite me. When I was well into the sketch a woman approached and asked if I was doing something artistic. I showed her the unfinished sketch and she explained that the eclipse was at it’s peak. I had not looked up since I started sketching. She also pointed out that there were moon shaped patterns in the shadows.

I finally decided I had to get up and look for myself. I asked if anyone could lend me a pair of solar viewing glasses. I looked up and sure enough more that half of the sun was blocked. Other than this intrepid group I don’t think most people noticed since total darkness never happened. It got cooler and the sun was less intense but most were living their back to normal lives.

Julie Wilder was on the porch and I was excited to see her. She told everyone that there would be a total lunar eclipse again in Florida in 20 years on the day after her birthday. You can be sure I am putting that date on my calendar. A friend, Rachelle Lucas, asked if I had sketched at Blog Con. I have indeed sketched at many Blog Cons. She said I had sketched her as she waited to go on stage. I think I found the sketch.

I observed from a distance the group gathered on the porch since for me COVID risk assessment permeates my every thought. It felt good to be among like minded people marveling at a truly historic cosmic event.  I saw the eclipse for the briefest of moments, but what mattered most was a brief exchange of ideas and laughter, of meeting new people. I tend to pull away from others whose risk analysis is different than my own. But a hug does have the power to heal. Has COVID eclipsed our everyday lives and moved on? I don’t know. For most it has.

COVID Dystopia: Flesh Dropped Like a Waterfall


This shot from COVID Dystopia pans down from the boat on the surface to a large COVID mine chained to the characters ankle. He sinks fast.

I am waving on the idea of having removed all the snap zoom transitions in the film. Maybe I should add back snap zooms between the different stanzas of the lyrics. In my mind the lyrics are arranges with an introduction which this scene is a part of, then year 1, year2 and year 3 of the pandemic. Of course the pandemic is still ongoing but that is the point of the lyrics at the end… “I can’t wait for the game to end so we can start it again.” In other words the game hasn’t ended. Or if you have a darker outlook, the game of life is not yet over.

While people are busy ignoring COVID, a new threat is spreading across America in the form of H5N1 or the Bird Flu. This virus has been around for decades but mostly effected birds.

Since January 1, 2003 to February 2024 there had been a total of 254 cases of human infection. Of those cases 141 were fatal. That is a fatality rate of 56%.

In the last week America dairy cow herds in distant states are becoming infected with the H5N1 virus. Herds have been infected in Michigan, Texas, Kansas, Idaho and New Mexico. Cats have also been infected. This is a very new development. Now a man has been infected in Texas. This is a very sudden timeline for the spread of the virus. The virus found in the Texas man was found to have a unique mutation associated with adaptation to mammalian hosts. In other words the mutation developed in the man and is not from a bird or cow. It is unclear if human to human transmission is possible. Some believe the man may have been infected through his eyes but influenza is traditionally an airborne virus. If the Centers of Disease Control and Prevention’s response to this virus is similar to their response to COVID we can expect things to continue to escalate. If the Centers of Disease Control and Prevention’s response to this virus is similar to their response to COVID we can expect things to continue to escalate.

An advisory has been issued to NOT drink raw milk and be sure eggs are fully cooked.

H5Ni symptoms:

  • Fever (100+ fever and chills)
  • Cough
  • Sore Throat
  • Runny or stuffy nose
  • Headaches
  • Fatigue
  • Eye Redness (conjunctivitis)
  • Difficulty breathing
  • Diarrhea
  • Nausea
  • Vomiting
  • Seizures

 

 

April Fools Day Move


On March 31 much of the move was completed to get into the new studio which is south of Downtown Orlando. Across the street is a lake but I can only see it through the gaps between lakefront homes.

I put a series of lakefront paintings I had done post pandemic over the fireplace.

Three ducks were hanging out in the front yard having a conference before they waddled of across the street to get back to the lake.

The Disney desk can be taken apart in three sections. The main body of the desk has to be the heaviest piece of furniture ever created. It has some sort of evil dark matter inside of it that doubles the pull of gravity. Considering I am using it to just support a laptop and iPad, I could get away with a TV table. Once the desk was moved and reassembled I could truly feel moved in. I have tons of books I still need to unload and put on the bookshelves but that is why I am writing this article. I am procrastinating. After the desk was set up, we noticed a lizard behind the wire grating in the fireplace and I left him alone figuring he could find his way back out up the chimney.

This morning as I was working at my Disney desk, he scurried out from one of the shelves. This was clearly his new home. The place has been deserted for over a year while renovations were being done, so I guess he has been a resident longer than me. However he had to go. I got a Chinese takeout container which is the only thing I have approaching Tupperware, hoping I would catch him. And let him back outside. He was super fast. He kept scrambling behind boxes and in the end I was leaping and throwing the container hoping it might land over him. He got away and I pulled a few muscles in the effort. He is now a permanent resident. His name is Speedy Gonzales.