Close to the Skin

Monday, June 22, 2009

Ztrip - Everything changes

It was so beautiful
Remember how in love we were?
So in love.
So in love.
Once.
So in love.
Once.

She was a young girl
I was a young man
And I knew they would get her when I let go her hand
And then I let go
The inevitable
So beautiful
And susceptible
So wonderful
And so innocent
And after this neither one of us would benefit
Yeah, I was a dropout
She was a graduate
She said I’ll never be nothing she wasn’t having it
Yeah, I tried to break her down
I tried to reason it
She said I wasn’t nobody to be believing in
Yeah, what a waste of time
What a waste of mind
Your place of mind was a part of the design
Yeah, I used to call her up
She never called back
When she called that said I wasn’t all that
Yeah, I know that times change
And people change, too
I was a fool just to think that I could change you

Everyone’s got stories gone
About a love we once knew
So high in the beginning
Until the world cuts through
And then everything changes
Nothing feels the same
Piece by piece it falls apart until
All that’s left is blame

And if I had a chance to do it all over I’d do it exactly the same

I was a b-boy
She was a good girl
Turned hot girl
Had to be a hood girl
Never did she notice she would end up in a shook world
I was like look girl it’s all in the book
Yeah, I used to tell her jokes
I used to make her laugh
And if I had a whole dollar I would give her half
So delicate
And so intelligent
And then she trying to play me out just for the hell of it
Back when she was 19 not even 21
Used to do a thing getting somebody anyone
Thought that she was naive
Or was it really me
I do believe
She was the one that was fulfulling me
So we broke up at a barbecue
Drove home thinking never will I bother you
Yeah, I just didn’t know
What it was hidden for
She had me sitting low
But she was bullshitting, though

Everyone’s got stories gone
About a love we once knew
So high in the beginning
Until the world cuts through
And then everything changes
Nothing feels the same
Piece by piece it falls apart until
All that’s left is blame

So I just kept rhyming
I caught her eye again
Next thing you know she was hollering let’s try again
But I wasn’t buying in
Didn’t want to lie again
Love was in the frying pan
Baby, it’s done
But she started hanging out
And started being seen
Seeing things different
Said she wasn’t being mean
Yeah, if I let her in
Then I let her win
But I’m a veteran what’s better than a friend
Maybe she was an angel
But she’s in disguise
And I just didn’t see the God-light in her eyes
Or maybe I should I walk away
And cut all the ties
Stay on the rise
Leave love left where love dies
We were youngsters
But we’re older now
But the world is a little more colder now
And I’m just trying to get it all off my shoulder now
Baby, you can hold it down
I’ll see you in the wind

Everyone’s got stories gone
About a love we once knew
So high in the beginning
Until the world cuts through
And then everything changes
Nothing feels the same
Piece by piece it falls apart until
All that’s left is blame

That’s right, baby
Next life time
Yeah, ain’t that what they say?
Check it out
Love don’t hate
I got love for you
Always

Monday, May 25, 2009

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Some new stuff

Just for me ref - male topology
Modelling

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

A three tiered exploration of journeys I have taken. The first, a warrior’s tale told in the foreground visually. Second, in the mid ground, stories of relationships told by men who are close to me, that reflect both my interaction with them and my own story. Third, the background, the journey of this artistic endeavor, revealing the work that has gone into making this story and this animation, which is also a reflexive look at animation in general.

A warrior finds armor that makes him stronger in both mind and body. He wins more battles and seeks out a greater challenge while the armor becomes attached and digs in to the warrior’s body. The challenge comes and his armor is pierced, revealing to him the possibilities of a different world. The warrior removes the armor taking a huge portion of his body with it. Through pain he is able to see things clearer, the elements help him reform his body and realizes his own strength.

On a defeated battleground a warrior finds a beautiful piece of armor that fits him perfectly. Donning the armor makes the warrior stronger, braver, more confident and resilient. He begins to win battles and grow, while simultaneously the armor begins to grow in intricacies and becomes attached to the warrior. Both the warrior and armor grow and strengthen together with every fight, while also becoming reliant on each other. The warrior lets more and more attacks hit his bold new armor, and the armor starts to piece the warrior and dig its metal into his body.

Being stronger and more confident the warrior seeks the strongest challenge he can find, and takes on a very skilled fighter. The skilled fighter is beautiful and strong (and interestingly wears their armor on their back.), they see the warrior’s affliction and fiercely attack his heart. The skilled fighter pierces the armor and through a crack in the armor a warm light illuminates a glimpse of a different world. The warrior falls in pain and rises with anger and determination. He pulls at the armor trying to remove it but it has dug in deep, he pries and scratches and the armor tightens its grip. The warrior uses all his strength and rips the armor away taking a huge portion of his body with it. The gaping cavity that was his chest is black and empty and drips with pain as the warrior screams. Desperate, the warrior tries to reattach the armor but it no longer fits. The flesh it took has become it’s own and it rejects the warrior and scuttles away.

In his pain the warrior rolls on his back with tear filled eyes is able to see what was before a bleak grey sky has now become a brilliant beautiful day. The elements of earth, water and fire begin to overwhelm the warrior and swirl around him and entangle him both mind and spirit. The earth fills the warriors wound and the water makes it flesh again. The warrior opens his eyes and sees himself in a whole new world. The warrior stands up and the fire seals his flesh creating a scar. The warrior picks up his sword, and pounding his chest notices the strength in what is now his scarred flesh.