
Regardless of the medium I end up using, be it animation, painting, drawing, sculpting or the occasional performance piece, my approach to executing an idea is always sourced from the same place in my head and heart, and is influenced by my past and observations of life around me.

Spinning, entwining to unravel a path. Movement is a series of images. When I see my dog at the beach, for example, a catalog of stimulus flows into me, not about the dog, but rather about his place in relation to the visual universe that he occupies. Head going one direction, his body catching up—an animation concept. Droplets all following thru on their own path. Sand displaced in sifted fury. His movement informs his character independent of the coordinated shapes dodging between solid and negative space, between line and curve, light and shadow; all drawn into a frenzy of whimsey, in a split second. His facial expression comes last because the visual blocking of the scene is finished, so his big clef chin, small forehead over muscled physique become the ornaments of his character’s architecture.
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