Order Up from Red Giant on Vimeo.
A pizza is delivered to a creepy, abandoned location. Then it gets weird.
I wouldn’t call it “creepy”, but it’s definitely fun. A well done, funny short film.
“We all have 10,000 bad drawings in us. The sooner we get them out the better.”
– Walt Stanchfield
“I think it takes about a million words to make a writer. I mean that you’re going to throw away.”
– Jerry Pournelle
Sometimes it feels like it’s never going to come together. You might be having an off day, or be stuck in the middle of a slump, and you feel like you’ll never get anywhere. It’d be easy to give up. It’d be easy to say that you’ll never get better, never be great.
But look.
Jonathan Hardesty began posting his sketchbook to ConceptArt.org when he was just beginning as a visual artist. His first posting looked like this:
Some people would get discouraged, would say that they’re not cut out for art. They’d look at a sketch like this and compare it to the work of practiced artists and conclude that they’ll never be as good.
But Hardesty kept drawing. And painting. And posting. He told the forums that he filled every spare moment with drawing practice. I seem to recall a story of his wife driving a long leg of a roadtrip so he could keep his hands on his pencils. He developed a singlemindedness that we could all learn from.
Eventually he posted this:
Then this:
What if he’d stopped at the green cylinder? What if you stop every time you get discouraged?
His sketchbook is still growing. You can find it here.
Jonathan Hardesty’s 9 Year Journey From Novice To Master Painter from Mark Erdmann on Vimeo.
The talented Rebecca Simpson over at Rebecca Simpson Design has blown my mind.
Simpson decided to embroider some of the comic art for The Walking Dead as a gift for her fiance, and the results are incredible. Check it out:
(images copyright Rebecca Simpson Design)
Simpson says she “[u]sed different amounts of black strands to achieve shading.” The precision is what makes this piece so fantastic. Well done!
Once a year, my pal Leslie and I head out to the drive-in.
There’s something about it: being out in farmland, the stars above you, watching a movie in your pjs with hundreds of strangers. Last year, just as Cowboys & Aliens told us that the aliens had come to Earth, the cattle on screen ran past and a whiff of cow shit from the nearby farm wafted by. You don’t get that from a theatre in the mall.
I will see anything at the drive-in, because it’s not about the movie, it’s about the experience. Case in point, tonight’s triple feature includes That’s My Boy. I can almost guarantee it’s going to be horribly stupid, but in a way that’s better: half the fun of the drive-in is making fun of the movie. And the people in the next car. And that one asshole who doesn’t know how to turn off his headlights…
Apparently this is advertising a real ice cream parlour. I can pretty much guarantee I will not be eating there anytime soon. In fact I may not be eating anything anytime soon.
(via reddit)
Turn your volume way, way down for this one.
“I look like Alice Coo-hoo-hoo-perrr!”
What I wouldn’t give to have seen her reaction during the actual movie.