July 17, 2015

Super hero portraits.

Here's some recent commissions, drawing real people as superheroes. Most of the work is in studying photos of the person and getting a feel for who they are.

Turning public speaker Anna Apoian into a super hero.

The 15 year old Trend-Blazer - her superpower is trendsetting in fashion and makeup.

The 11 year old Tree-Rider - her superpower is jungle parkour.

The 2 year old Key- Surfer - her superpower is piano mastery.

I enjoyed drawing these. My rates are here.

June 27, 2015

Love is love.

I know there is so much more work to be done, but I do feel a lot more hopeful right now. 

Even though I'm Canadian, the SCOTUS decision to legalize same sex marriage in all fifty states has buoyed my spirits. Because people are people everywhere. And it's all love, when you open your heart.

June 21, 2015

Another Blogiversary.

WARNING: Salty language.

Tumbleweeds are blowing through my blog.

Comments seem to have dwindled to nothing. And yet, there are comments; they're just not here anymore. They're lightly sprinkled across Facebook, Twitter, G+ and Ello. I sometimes wish I could scrape my social media platforms and bring the comments all back here to keep forever! Proof of your appreciation of my work all in one place!

Whoever invents such a magical plugin will be forever revered.

Is blogging dead? One can't really entertain such thoughts without circling back to why we blog. Why we make art. I fucking hate it when people say to me, "but, how do you make money doing a blog?" Fuck off asshole. I don't make money. I draw because I CAN'T HELP IT. Yeah, I'm poor. So what.

I always did fall through the cracks when it came to what kind of a blog this is. I mean, it's not like you could say "this here is a blog about fashion malfunctions" or "this blog is all about awkward recipes" or "the horrors of family life" or "dangerous political satire" or "yawn-worthy content marketing" or even about "preposterous sex positions"...I can't check just one box yawl.

Instead you get the eclectic mix that is me. And you get it in drawings and animation. But that lack of a niche means I have no dedicated audience. You guys are all over the map. And just as I discovered that I don't really fit in the animation world, after half a decade of blogging conferences, I now see that I don't really fit in the bloggers world either.

Fuck you tumbleweed.

But it matters not. Five years and thousands of (totally free) drawings later, The Animated Woman is still around, if somewhat sporadically of late. So Happy Blogiversary motherfuckers. I love you all.

Comments are here.

April 29, 2015

Turning invisible.

When there's a death, there follows an immediate cluster of support and love.

This cluster begins to fall away a few weeks after the death; people are busy, they have their own lives, money worries and health issues to think about. The epicenter of grief puts on a brave face, a mask for the most part.

Months pass and life goes on.

Except for the crumbling inside. The missing. The opening your Skype and seeing their familiar face in your contacts, as if you might be able to reach them wherever they are in the beyond.

It's not the easy choice to remain close to the epicenter. We must allow our lives to fall away - work, play, Internet - so that we may hover nearby, and silently bolster. And that's why you haven't seen much of me lately. I'm turning invisible.

But I'll be back.

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April 20, 2015

4 / 20 PickleWeasel.

PickleWeasel (for grownups) - guess the words.

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April 15, 2015

Montreal gets an International Animation Festival.

In 1983 I was infected by the animation bug. I got a job inbetweening on a tv show, worked like a dog, drank like a fish and attended every screening and I could. Decades flew by.

I'll be honest with you: I lost my taste for animation festivals a couple of years ago while attending the Ottawa International Animation Festival (OIAF). Let's just say I was unable to stomach continuing to fork out for the ticket, the travel and the hotel for the privilege of viewing films selected by a single person, whose taste and demeanor differed so vastly from my own. I did miss the camaraderie of seeing old friends, but we only ended up complaining the whole time about the terrible films and the "selection committee of one", so it was just a downward spiral of facepalm.

Animator facepalm.

I went rogue; the cash I'd normally throw at animation festivals was redirected to blogging conferences - a whole 'nother world. I had way too much fun, and though I never quite fit in on account of being "an animator who blogs with drawings", I did manage to carve out a tiny niche for myself. And made a few rock solid friendships along the way.

Still...I'm kinda starved for animation. And not the kind you can see on the innerwebz.

I don't know how we missed it, but neither myself, nor my animation friends here in Montreal knew about Le MIAFF: The Montreal International Animation Film Festival until it was a week away. Just by chance I flipped the car radio from NPR to the CBC and heard an interview with the festival director, Laurie Gordon. And I'm like wtf, an animation festival in my hometown?

I missed the deadline to submit any of my recent films, but there's always next year. I'm still not sure who else (of my circle) is going to Le MIAFF, but I'll be there and I'm especially looking forward to the He(art) screening, with Don Hertzfeldt's multiple-award-winning World of Tomorrow.

Le MIAFF starts tomorrow, April 16 - 19, 2015, at downtown Concordia.  If you see me, please come say hi.

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April 1, 2015

Separated at Birth.

All my life I've had this feeling that I was somehow incomplete. And now I discover what I've always known to be true: PickleWeasel is my twin.

See how alike we are? (That's me on the right by the way.)

It's an amazing feeling.

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