Aaron Long

Here’s some cool art from Twilight-Q, a failed project from the late ’80s OVA boom. The series was intended to allow young animators a chance for experimentation in a Twilight Zone-inspired anthology, but only two episodes were made. These are from the second episode, which was directed by Mamoru Oshii, and it reminds me a lot of his other work from this period such as Urusei Yatsura: Beautiful Dreamer, Gosenzosama Banbanzai and Angel’s Egg. A lot of his trademarks are on display here — the slow pacing, strong use of darkness and shadow and long monologues.

alex-rimbault:

some backgrouds of my grad film (2/2)

These are all so beautiful!

urbantorontoca:

Photo of the Day - July 22, 2014: Downsview Station, submitted to the UrbanToronto flickr pool by Allen Lai

urbantorontoca:

Photo of the Day - July 22, 2014: Downsview Station, submitted to the UrbanToronto flickr pool by Allen Lai

sciencesaru:

いつか会うの楽しみにしてるよ〜 Looking forward to seeing you someday~ 

Masaaki Yuasa and Eunyoung Choi’s new studio tumblr

sciencesaru:

いつか会うの楽しみにしてるよ〜 Looking forward to seeing you someday~

Masaaki Yuasa and Eunyoung Choi’s new studio tumblr

uispeccoll:

huntingtonlibrary:

Since it’s a bajillion degrees out today here at The Huntington, here’s a virtual trip outside to walk along the phases of the moon in our Children’s Garden. When the temps drop off a bit, you’ll have to come moonwalk for real.

Awesome.

uispeccoll:

huntingtonlibrary:

Since it’s a bajillion degrees out today here at The Huntington, here’s a virtual trip outside to walk along the phases of the moon in our Children’s Garden. When the temps drop off a bit, you’ll have to come moonwalk for real.

Awesome.

michaeljruocco:

jpolgar1:

Around April of last year my friend, Jamie Vickers, encouraged Ben Li and I to apply to animate on Masaaki Yuasa’s “Space Dandy” episode.  Yuasa-san was apparently looking for international animators and posted about it on his Facebook wall.  We turned in our reels and promptly got the gig.

I decided to only take on four shots just to feel it out and to make sure I got it all in on time. 

The Carpaccio animation and shadow passes weren’t used in the final cut, but I decided to include them for this post to show what was turned in and approved.  The rest of the drawings I did came through though!  Very exciting to see the final animation all cleaned up, colored and cut together.

Yuasa-san was very open to us using Flash to animate our shots.  The production took the final keys (genga’s), printed them out, retraced onto paper and inbetweened those drawings.  It’s a pretty wild pipeline, but it totally worked.  I am grateful to have experienced working under one of my most favorite directors, Masaaki Yuasa-san.  

If granted the opportunity I would like to do more animations for Yuasa-san and other overseas productions in the future.  For now I will continue working on my personal project that I aim to get done before the end of the year. 

Space Dandy

Ep 3 Season 2

"Slow and Steady Wins the Race, Baby!"

Jeremy is amazing, as usual!

Awesome job Jeremy!!! Thanks for sharing the inside scoop on everything too!

stuffman:

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People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter

fuckyeah-redlettermedia:

Now with a working gif.

fuckyeah-redlettermedia:

Now with a working gif.

boringoldraphael:

We will be close on Friday 18 July.
We will be so close on Friday 18 July. For one night only I will hold your face in my hands and I will kiss you quickly and then slowly and then quickly and we will feel this incredible connection and we will tell each other everything.
On Friday 18 July, we will feed each other berries, and we will sing-mumble-slur old half-remembered camp songs, and we will laugh about how there was a time, not even that long ago, when we hadn’t even met, and what were we doing not meeting, who were we fooling, whose time were we wasting?
Sitting on my bed, recalling the origin of your knee’s crescent moon scar, you’ll gesticulate wildly and I’ll watch the cigarette sparks like evaporating fireflies, dizzy for a home in your discarded black blouse.
"I want to know you completely," I’ll whisper into every crevice of your body. We’ll make up constellations out of the freckles on our thighs, rich mythologies of ancient long-dead civilizations.
"Did you know I can juggle?" you’ll say, and I’ll say, "Show me."
Every other night will have been rehearsal for Friday 18 July — we had to be ready. Everything was pushing us imperceptibly toward this moment — if I hadn’t missed that train, if you hadn’t moved for the job, just imagine.
"I don’t want it to be tomorrow," you’ll say, a single tear escaping as you bitterly laugh at the futility of the sentiment. "I want it to be Friday July 18 forever."
And when the morning comes, our love, like bugs, will scatter in the light. We will dress ourselves while facing the wall, we will scramble for our phones, we will be strangers.
And we will realize that Friday July 18, like every day in history before it, was a moment, a twenty-four-hour trick of the light, a thing that happened once and never again.
And that sad truth will just about swallow us whole.
Sorry for any inconvinience.

boringoldraphael:

We will be close on Friday 18 July.

We will be so close on Friday 18 July. For one night only I will hold your face in my hands and I will kiss you quickly and then slowly and then quickly and we will feel this incredible connection and we will tell each other everything.

On Friday 18 July, we will feed each other berries, and we will sing-mumble-slur old half-remembered camp songs, and we will laugh about how there was a time, not even that long ago, when we hadn’t even met, and what were we doing not meeting, who were we fooling, whose time were we wasting?

Sitting on my bed, recalling the origin of your knee’s crescent moon scar, you’ll gesticulate wildly and I’ll watch the cigarette sparks like evaporating fireflies, dizzy for a home in your discarded black blouse.

"I want to know you completely," I’ll whisper into every crevice of your body. We’ll make up constellations out of the freckles on our thighs, rich mythologies of ancient long-dead civilizations.

"Did you know I can juggle?" you’ll say, and I’ll say, "Show me."

Every other night will have been rehearsal for Friday 18 July — we had to be ready. Everything was pushing us imperceptibly toward this moment — if I hadn’t missed that train, if you hadn’t moved for the job, just imagine.

"I don’t want it to be tomorrow," you’ll say, a single tear escaping as you bitterly laugh at the futility of the sentiment. "I want it to be Friday July 18 forever."

And when the morning comes, our love, like bugs, will scatter in the light. We will dress ourselves while facing the wall, we will scramble for our phones, we will be strangers.

And we will realize that Friday July 18, like every day in history before it, was a moment, a twenty-four-hour trick of the light, a thing that happened once and never again.

And that sad truth will just about swallow us whole.

Sorry for any inconvinience.