Saturday, February 27, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
When all else fades...
When all else fades...
A Visual Effects Piece
This was my discovery project for term 3 at Vancouver Film Schools Foundation program.
The work period for this consisted of roughly, every waking second that existed between other homework assignments for 2 solid months.
Programs Used
-Maya
-After Effects
-Premiere
-Soundbooth
-Photoshop
Enjoy!
A Visual Effects Piece
This was my discovery project for term 3 at Vancouver Film Schools Foundation program.
The work period for this consisted of roughly, every waking second that existed between other homework assignments for 2 solid months.
Programs Used
-Maya
-After Effects
-Premiere
-Soundbooth
-Photoshop
Enjoy!
When all else fades... VFX Project from Tenth Dimension Films on Vimeo.
When all else fades... A VFX Breakdown from Tenth Dimension Films on Vimeo.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
After Effects Establishing Shot
A quick establishing shot I whipped up in After Effects for a school project.
After Effects Establishing Shot Project from Tenth Dimension Films on Vimeo.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
I Lived A Life
They started in the night, neither dreams nor memories, but something simply remembered.
A flash of emotion, an image of a loved one, the face of a brother.
These images I have never seen yet remember so well
flash through my mind without any sense of reason for their exsistence.
I know their names, I know their faces,
I feel the love for the wife I see,
but it is and is not me that lived that life.
They exsist as mere fractions of time that stretch beyond the reaches of knowledge.
Each day I know more, but still I do not know why or how.
In the end does it really matter why or how?
They exsist and that is enough,
I remember the life of a stranger known as myself.
He lives a life, he loves a lover and he lived a life.
So why can't I get on with mine?
Chris Walker, 2009
A flash of emotion, an image of a loved one, the face of a brother.
These images I have never seen yet remember so well
flash through my mind without any sense of reason for their exsistence.
I know their names, I know their faces,
I feel the love for the wife I see,
but it is and is not me that lived that life.
They exsist as mere fractions of time that stretch beyond the reaches of knowledge.
Each day I know more, but still I do not know why or how.
In the end does it really matter why or how?
They exsist and that is enough,
I remember the life of a stranger known as myself.
He lives a life, he loves a lover and he lived a life.
So why can't I get on with mine?
Chris Walker, 2009
Face to Face, Chris Walker, 2009
What can I say?
I was young and foolish,
Following the teachings of those
I thought I could trust.
Day to day I listened,
To them speak the words
they thought I should know.
Day to Day, I gathered what they spoke,
Never questioning,
Never thinking,
Never knowing the truth
Hidden inside the words I heard.
They told me stories of happiness and eternal joys,
Of riches beyond a mans imagination,
and the pain that would be felt no more.
So I beleived.
I'm sure I did.
I read and sang,
I knelt and spoke to the wind,
The words I thought I should say.
I did the things the others did.
I saw them happy,
Speaking of the joys,
It had brought them.
So I beleived, I'm sure I did.
Day by day,
I read and sang,
I did the things the others did,
But hope began to drain.
I did the things the others did,
Not for myself,
It held no hope,
No joy,
No eternal promises,
Any longer.
So I did the things the others did,
Not for myself,
But just for them.
They see the face I gave them.
They see the face I created,
Just for them.
But day by day,
That face grows weak,
And to keep it up,
Every minute,
Of every hour,
Of every day.
Hurts more than I had ever thought.
So pain by pain,
I hide the truth,
And count the days,
Til they see the truth.
Chris Walker, 2009
I was young and foolish,
Following the teachings of those
I thought I could trust.
Day to day I listened,
To them speak the words
they thought I should know.
Day to Day, I gathered what they spoke,
Never questioning,
Never thinking,
Never knowing the truth
Hidden inside the words I heard.
They told me stories of happiness and eternal joys,
Of riches beyond a mans imagination,
and the pain that would be felt no more.
So I beleived.
I'm sure I did.
I read and sang,
I knelt and spoke to the wind,
The words I thought I should say.
I did the things the others did.
I saw them happy,
Speaking of the joys,
It had brought them.
So I beleived, I'm sure I did.
Day by day,
I read and sang,
I did the things the others did,
But hope began to drain.
I did the things the others did,
Not for myself,
It held no hope,
No joy,
No eternal promises,
Any longer.
So I did the things the others did,
Not for myself,
But just for them.
They see the face I gave them.
They see the face I created,
Just for them.
But day by day,
That face grows weak,
And to keep it up,
Every minute,
Of every hour,
Of every day.
Hurts more than I had ever thought.
So pain by pain,
I hide the truth,
And count the days,
Til they see the truth.
Chris Walker, 2009
"Surrealist" Short Story
So I'll explain first. This was one of my final school projects for what basically accounts to a art history class in school. We basically just had to create something in the style of one of the periods we studied this term. I chose surrealism.
The process behind creating this was basically, I had been awake for about 50 hours at this point, had just downed 3 energy drinks in like 10 mins. And then I just started writing, turning off my conscious brain as much as possible and just letting my improv/ subconscious mind take over. And I just tried to keep writing as long as possible without stopping. And this is what I ended up with, so enjoy, and please let me know what you think!
The Over Tired Ramblings of A Delusional Man
Once upon a time in a faraway land there was man called jack, he was neither particularly wealthy nor incredibly intelligent, but he had one thing on which he prided himself above all other things. He loved bacon. He loved bacon more than any man or woman could ever dream to dream to imagine. He loved it more than cheese or even his car, no one ever made a joke about why jack crossed the road, because everyone already knew that it was to get to the bacon on the other side. Jack once crowd surfed his way to the stage at a barbeque of a friend of friend of his, just because someone had dropped a piece of bacon on the floor, and had not even the courtesy to pick it up. In fact Jack once slaughtered an entire hoard of zombie Nazi raptor Jesus' just to get to some bacon...but I'm not sure entirely trust my source on that on. But I'm sure if that situation ever arose that Jack would do it, and he would do it smiling, just because he knew that there was bacon waiting for him at the end of it. But if there was ever to be anything even more remarkable than Jacks particular affinity towards to salted pig product, he would be the fact that jack weighed a solid 110 at 6 foot all, never a pound more or less. The village women had begged and pleaded with jack to tell them his secret but he never would. They would plead and beg, but jack would never budge. They offered him plates and plates, platters and trolleys full of bacon, I actually remember once that old Mrs. Marlburry down the road had one brought him and entire city bus stuffed with the most delicious, juicy, crispy, crunchy, perfectly salted, perfectly fried bacon I have ever seen in my life. But still Jack would not budge. Of course he only did so after eating the bacon provided. The man may have a particular affinity for bacon, but he isn't an idiot. So this occurred for days and days, weeks and months and years, until eventually all the women grew old and fat and ugly and no really cared anymore. But still there was Jack, 6 foot if he was an inch and a solid 110 pounds, and beautiful as the day he was born. And he loved his bacon. I can't really say for certain what Jacks secret is, he still has it locked somewhere up in that perfectly salted, bacon filled brain of his. Of course theories circulated...many theories. You could say he became the new Chuck Norris of a sorts. I actually remember once that old mars mMarlburry down the road had one brought him and entire city bus stuffed with the most delicious, juicy, crispy, crunchy, perfectly salted, perfectly fried bacon I have ever seen in my life. Jack once slaughtered fifty hookers with a plastic spoon to get to some bacon. Jack once ate a bacon so fast that the world reveresed time and the bacon turned back into a pig. But if was okay because he just ate to pig whole as well. Jack once ate so much bacon that the world eventually gave up and tried to swallow itself whole, but Jack was all like, Hells No Universe and gave the universe some pork chops, cause Jack won't eat that part of the pig, and it was all like, What up! And then they were cool. Unfortunately now the universe smells like pork chops. Well kids it looks like it time for Mr. Happy pants again! What is Mr. Happypants going to teach us today? Lets ask him! Hi Mr. Happy Pants! What are we going to learn today? Well Hyuck, Hi kids, today we're gonna learn how to draw on the wall in our own blood. Won't that be fun? YEEEES! Do you remember what we did yesterday boys and girls? YEEEEES! Good! Now you remember where your parents keep the knives? YEEEEEES! Good! So our first job today, is to go get the biggest one you can find!! YAAAAAAH! And oh man dude, Jack once scissor kicked some bacon from a live pig...and it lived! You wanna know Jacks secret? He made a deal with the devil, an obvious lover of all things baconny, so that any bacon Jack eats goes instantly to hell for the Devil to feast himself on. Jack once ate so much bacon that God himself was like "DUUUUUDE! AWESOME!" and then granted him eternal awesomeness out of sheer respect. Actually you know what you should hear about? Duude alright so I met this chick last night, holy fuck was she hot. I mean like think about Angelina Jolie, crossed with like, like, like, Meghan Fox with a little Neilk Patrick Harris mixed in for good measure. And my gaaawd. You havn't even heard about the tail yet....daaaayum. But the real thing about Jack isn't that he wasn't so much human. In all honestly he was really much more of a martian angel crossbeed sort of a deal. I mean I kinda knew the guy but not real well but I can tell you for certain that when the gates of hell open up in your front yard you start to ask questions. Even more so when the devil starts trying to barter your soul from you. And you wanna know the siuck part? He wasn't even really good at it. I mean you always hear these stories about people trying to sell their souls to devil and the devil is this really MUAHAHA evil guy but in real life he's alot more like, like, like well some kind of used car sales men. Well the devil went down to georgia, he was looking for a soult to steal. He was in a bind cause he was way behind, he was willin to make a deal. But he really really sucked at it you know? I was all like I want the chick with the tail and he was like whoah dude to much, and I was like but you said ANYTHING, and he was like well yah I guess, so I was like, well? And then he was like, well I guess so, but you can't have the tail. And i was like, But duiuuude that the best part, and then he was like yah it really really is isn't it, well okay I'll give you the tail, but I keep the second head. ANd I was like damn you Satan, but okay. And then the Bastard went and took the head that looked like Sam Rockwell, and dude I was piiiiiised. So I got Jack to roundhouse kick his ass. ANd in the end he got some bacon out of it and I got a pretty hot chick, with a tail included. All in all it was a pretty good day I think...but ah shit, here comes the hoard of Zombie Nazi Raptor Jesus'. And they have bacon, sorry folks but I gotta watch this. Okay campers, rise and shine, and don't forget your booties cause it's coooooold out there today. It's cooooooold out there every day, What is this Miami Beach?
The process behind creating this was basically, I had been awake for about 50 hours at this point, had just downed 3 energy drinks in like 10 mins. And then I just started writing, turning off my conscious brain as much as possible and just letting my improv/ subconscious mind take over. And I just tried to keep writing as long as possible without stopping. And this is what I ended up with, so enjoy, and please let me know what you think!
The Over Tired Ramblings of A Delusional Man
Once upon a time in a faraway land there was man called jack, he was neither particularly wealthy nor incredibly intelligent, but he had one thing on which he prided himself above all other things. He loved bacon. He loved bacon more than any man or woman could ever dream to dream to imagine. He loved it more than cheese or even his car, no one ever made a joke about why jack crossed the road, because everyone already knew that it was to get to the bacon on the other side. Jack once crowd surfed his way to the stage at a barbeque of a friend of friend of his, just because someone had dropped a piece of bacon on the floor, and had not even the courtesy to pick it up. In fact Jack once slaughtered an entire hoard of zombie Nazi raptor Jesus' just to get to some bacon...but I'm not sure entirely trust my source on that on. But I'm sure if that situation ever arose that Jack would do it, and he would do it smiling, just because he knew that there was bacon waiting for him at the end of it. But if there was ever to be anything even more remarkable than Jacks particular affinity towards to salted pig product, he would be the fact that jack weighed a solid 110 at 6 foot all, never a pound more or less. The village women had begged and pleaded with jack to tell them his secret but he never would. They would plead and beg, but jack would never budge. They offered him plates and plates, platters and trolleys full of bacon, I actually remember once that old Mrs. Marlburry down the road had one brought him and entire city bus stuffed with the most delicious, juicy, crispy, crunchy, perfectly salted, perfectly fried bacon I have ever seen in my life. But still Jack would not budge. Of course he only did so after eating the bacon provided. The man may have a particular affinity for bacon, but he isn't an idiot. So this occurred for days and days, weeks and months and years, until eventually all the women grew old and fat and ugly and no really cared anymore. But still there was Jack, 6 foot if he was an inch and a solid 110 pounds, and beautiful as the day he was born. And he loved his bacon. I can't really say for certain what Jacks secret is, he still has it locked somewhere up in that perfectly salted, bacon filled brain of his. Of course theories circulated...many theories. You could say he became the new Chuck Norris of a sorts. I actually remember once that old mars mMarlburry down the road had one brought him and entire city bus stuffed with the most delicious, juicy, crispy, crunchy, perfectly salted, perfectly fried bacon I have ever seen in my life. Jack once slaughtered fifty hookers with a plastic spoon to get to some bacon. Jack once ate a bacon so fast that the world reveresed time and the bacon turned back into a pig. But if was okay because he just ate to pig whole as well. Jack once ate so much bacon that the world eventually gave up and tried to swallow itself whole, but Jack was all like, Hells No Universe and gave the universe some pork chops, cause Jack won't eat that part of the pig, and it was all like, What up! And then they were cool. Unfortunately now the universe smells like pork chops. Well kids it looks like it time for Mr. Happy pants again! What is Mr. Happypants going to teach us today? Lets ask him! Hi Mr. Happy Pants! What are we going to learn today? Well Hyuck, Hi kids, today we're gonna learn how to draw on the wall in our own blood. Won't that be fun? YEEEES! Do you remember what we did yesterday boys and girls? YEEEEES! Good! Now you remember where your parents keep the knives? YEEEEEES! Good! So our first job today, is to go get the biggest one you can find!! YAAAAAAH! And oh man dude, Jack once scissor kicked some bacon from a live pig...and it lived! You wanna know Jacks secret? He made a deal with the devil, an obvious lover of all things baconny, so that any bacon Jack eats goes instantly to hell for the Devil to feast himself on. Jack once ate so much bacon that God himself was like "DUUUUUDE! AWESOME!" and then granted him eternal awesomeness out of sheer respect. Actually you know what you should hear about? Duude alright so I met this chick last night, holy fuck was she hot. I mean like think about Angelina Jolie, crossed with like, like, like, Meghan Fox with a little Neilk Patrick Harris mixed in for good measure. And my gaaawd. You havn't even heard about the tail yet....daaaayum. But the real thing about Jack isn't that he wasn't so much human. In all honestly he was really much more of a martian angel crossbeed sort of a deal. I mean I kinda knew the guy but not real well but I can tell you for certain that when the gates of hell open up in your front yard you start to ask questions. Even more so when the devil starts trying to barter your soul from you. And you wanna know the siuck part? He wasn't even really good at it. I mean you always hear these stories about people trying to sell their souls to devil and the devil is this really MUAHAHA evil guy but in real life he's alot more like, like, like well some kind of used car sales men. Well the devil went down to georgia, he was looking for a soult to steal. He was in a bind cause he was way behind, he was willin to make a deal. But he really really sucked at it you know? I was all like I want the chick with the tail and he was like whoah dude to much, and I was like but you said ANYTHING, and he was like well yah I guess, so I was like, well? And then he was like, well I guess so, but you can't have the tail. And i was like, But duiuuude that the best part, and then he was like yah it really really is isn't it, well okay I'll give you the tail, but I keep the second head. ANd I was like damn you Satan, but okay. And then the Bastard went and took the head that looked like Sam Rockwell, and dude I was piiiiiised. So I got Jack to roundhouse kick his ass. ANd in the end he got some bacon out of it and I got a pretty hot chick, with a tail included. All in all it was a pretty good day I think...but ah shit, here comes the hoard of Zombie Nazi Raptor Jesus'. And they have bacon, sorry folks but I gotta watch this. Okay campers, rise and shine, and don't forget your booties cause it's coooooold out there today. It's cooooooold out there every day, What is this Miami Beach?
Saturday, February 20, 2010
I Think (A Poem)
To think the thoughts,
I thought I thought.
I thought I thought
To Think a thought.
But the thought I thought,
Was not the thought
I think I thought.
So then I think,
The thoughts I thought,
Were not the thoughts,
I sought to think.
So then I think of the thoughts I sought to think,
And wonder why I think the thoughts
I sought to think.
I think?
Chris Walker
(If you really want to have some extra fun try reading it outloud really really fast!)
I thought I thought.
I thought I thought
To Think a thought.
But the thought I thought,
Was not the thought
I think I thought.
So then I think,
The thoughts I thought,
Were not the thoughts,
I sought to think.
So then I think of the thoughts I sought to think,
And wonder why I think the thoughts
I sought to think.
I think?
Chris Walker
(If you really want to have some extra fun try reading it outloud really really fast!)
Landscape Painting (Acrylic)
When all reality disappears, what will we have to rebuild it but our imaginations?
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