Monday, March 30, 2009
Week Ten
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Week 9
Craft- We were in groups of two or three and we went through and critiqued the stories. I wrote comments on each picture.
Concept- The concept I'm working with is about an assassin getting his next assignment.
Composition-I got some really great feedback. Everyone understood mine. I was told to eliminate two pictures and replace them with a picture that would convey a better message. During the taste of SXU when I asked people to read it they had reacted to the last slide saying, "No Way!" and "Wow".
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Lipstick and Dynamite (Speical Edition)
Each female wrestler told their story and surprisingly many were very similar. I believe the film accomplished everything it was suppose to do. It showed what life was like for women wrestler of that era, some of the individual stories were success stories and others not so much. It also briefly showed how women's wrestling is now and compared to those days it's totally different. Women were not treated equally back then and these women wrestler were tough (they were bad asses)! These women are the reason why women's wrestling is still around. The documentary was entertaining throughout and I really enjoyed it.
Week 8
Craft- Well the options are to take photos or to create drawing of the story. I took a some pictures to create my just because I couldn't draw with great detail. We need to tell are story using nine to twelve panels.
Composition- Some photos I took are ready others need some photoshop magic.
Concept- Last week's blog contains the story which is the concept. Now it is just a matter of getting the photos to tell the story.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Week Se7en
The new assignment:
Just before the doors close on the 4:00 bus, a stubby man wearing a navy blue suit leaps on, out of breath. He takes a seat, four rows from the back. With one hand clutching his brown leather briefcase, he wipes his perspiring forehead with the other. It isn’t a particularly warm day for November in Dallas, but he sweats with anxiety knowing he’s on a tight schedule. Everything must be timed perfectly. At 4:21, he gets off at the 63rd Street stop. He steps off, pauses a moment to pull a manila envelope from his briefcase, his hands shaking. He walks over to the mailbox outside an Italian Restaurant and opens the hatch, as if to drop the mailbox inside, but instead he looks both ways and places it underneath. He stands up sharply. With a short sigh of relief, he fixes his suit jacket and walks away without looking back.
Around the corner a man takes one last drag of his cigarette. He walks casually over to the mailbox. He leans over and pulls the envelope from underneath it. He secures it under his left arm and walks three blocks to his apartment off Elm Street. When he gets up the stairs and opens the door, he drops the envelope on his kitchen table, atop a short pile of bills. He pulls the chain to illuminate the single light bulb hanging just above his head. The light catches a small collection of firearms hanging on the wall just past the kitchen. He sits down and carefully opens the envelope to reveal his next assignment: The President
Concept:
The person waiting is the smoking man
The person traveling is the stubby man
The package is the envelope