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Monday, 3 June 2013

Set Building

concept sketch



After an initial concept design, I had some sort of idea of how I wanted a portion of my set to look. With this image in hand, I set about coming up with the integral tree which has a hollow in it's base that a small child may hide in if they did so wish.
tree in progress








I had collected a small mountain of recycling by this time: cardboard and other things which I thought may be useful. Especially, so, when the whole project is coming (as always) entirely out of my own pocket. What I did buy for this (so far) is around 160m of garden wire, kitchen roll, and PVA glue.

Taking up the entire kitchen table, I'm sure it annoyed my housemates as well as amused them at what I was doing when I set up camp. They all could recall the days when the used PVA and kitchen roll for school projects. 






It's front heavy so I had the PVA put in the back to help it stand.




It looks really weird.
While making the tree, I was also busy making other things. A prototype figure, sewing together the ground and such to name a few. I thought to purchase a hand held sewing machine, however it needed four hands to operate it. As such, it ended up being completed entirely by hand.



Checking what will be seen from a ground level shot...

Deciding which piece of fabric will go where...

Finally, these two things were done, and I could do some mood lighting experimentation to see how it was all looking. Thankfully it all pieced together quite well.

The river has been wound on too...

I think this one was with two lights, a daytime shot so there was a lot of light pollution.  It looks alright though.

With these done, I then had to make sure I had the rest of the set was done also.

The seat of the chairs.


Rosie's bedroom...

The kitchen...

The two drying...

The back of Rosie's bedroom (the cereal box) and the base for her mattress (the green thing)
 Meanwhile, upstairs other things were in the works, too...

The seats without backs around the freshly painted table...

Lining up the seat backs...

Half the seats done...

Now just to add paint...
The letter and envelope. Written in font size two.
You can actually read it. Hopefully it will help explain the story without loads of dialogue.

Hand painted plates.

There were a few other things which I have not photographed made, such as the mushroom and the other trees. But you will get to see them, in the photographed animatic or in the finished piece.

Saturday, 1 June 2013

Concept Art for Rosie like an Apple

A lot of the concept art that I have done is integrated into my storyboard; I find it easier to just draw out a frame as close to how it would look as I can but a little less than perfection for time's sake. Here are some pictures I have done out for some concept art for the faeries and environment.


Above is a rough picture of a faerie I drew up on Photoshop  one that Rosie might converse with when she is asking a wish from the faeries. I know I didn't need to add the lens flare, but I really like flare at the moment, so I really couldn't help myself. Also, I did a more experimental version that looks quite eerie and less friendly, which I think may fit with my general opinion of faeries as well as the strange haunting presence they have in the story. Further, as it's a darker overall image, there is no lens flare.


I also ended up colouring in one of my initial concept design pieces, where Rosie is running down to the water edge where all the faeries have gathered. It does need some more work done to it, though.


Rosie like an Apple: Storyboards

Light streams through the bedroom window....

Rosie wakes and stretches....

Getting up, she head downstairs...

Where she takes her seat...

She swings her feet under the table...

She smiles at the smell of egg and bacon...

As Grandpa makes breakfast...

They eat happily together....

Until the post comes.



Rosie runs to get the post....

And hands it to Grandpa...

He opens the letter...

While Rosie wait's anxiously...

Grandpa is taken aback by the letter....

Rosie excitedly demands to know what it says...

Grandpa is troubled how to say what it says...

"I'm sorry, Rosie," he says, ""but your parents..."

"They won't ever be coming back."

A silence falls....

Rosie feels alone....

She talks a walk out of the house, beyond the garden wall...

It begins to rain...

Rosie seeks shelter in a tree hollow where she curls up and remembers...

Her dad throwing her in the air....

And catching her before she falls...

Her mother gently chides and fixes her hair...

The happy days from before....

Small lights break the darkness...

The lights gather around Rosie....

One of these lights comes to rest on her knee...

Rosie looks up....

And finds a faerie there....

She follows it outside...

To the edge of the brook....

And spies the mushroom...

All the faerie lights gather there...

Rosie is amazed...

And watches as they fly over her head....

And they guide her home...

A faerie light shines outside....

As Rosie goes to bed....

And falls asleep....

The next morning...

Rosie wakes...

Gets out of bed....

And quietly...

She leaves the house...


Running down the path to the brook...


But there are no faeries...

Rosie is disappointed...

But she decides to sit and wait...

And wait....

Until dark when they may appear again...


Rosie notices they have returned....

They spread out in every direction....

One crosses the brook...

Flies close...

Then whizzes by...

Getting up, she follows one to the edge of the brook as it flies away...

Another crosses the water...

Passes behind her...

Then past the hollow tree...

Comes back around....

Flies across the path...

Into the trees....

Turns....

And goes back to the path again...

The the far side of the hollow tree...

Back onto the path....

Back toward the brook...

Rosie hold her ground....

Remains in the one spot....

As it flies around her....

Before their paths cross...

"I wonder....faerie," she asks...

"Can you grant me..my wish...?"

"A deal with the fey is not for free," the faerie said.

"Do you have anything of worth?"

Rosie gazes up at the apple glowing red-gold in the last sunlight...

She climbs up....

To the weaker top branches...

She stretches to reach it....

She's on the tips of her toes....

A slip....

So close....

But the apple...

Is so distant still as Rosie falls and blacks out...
She opens her blurry eyes and sees her parents...

"Rosie..." her mother says softly....

"Rosie..." her dad calls....

As they fade to white/black, "It's all right now." They reassure her...

Rosie wakes on the ground where she fell...

Unhurt, she gets up...

And runs back inside to Grandpa....

Grandpa sheds a tear.

End.