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Sunday Sketchbook
The Halloween decorating continues but this year niece Devin gave me some sketched out ideas I might use (with notes from her Parents in the margins for stuff she didn't know how to draw)
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"Officer, I can explain..."
A memory of Halloween past. Taking some decor to the Fiancee's for a party...
Halloween countdown #5
I've fallen behind on my Halloween decorating but starting to pick up the pace. The planned larger cemetery gate pillars were turning out OK, but decided to scale them back.
Instead of having them at the corners of the whole yard, I'm going to create a smaller cemetery centered on the lawn surrounded by other surprises. I love glued on moss. It's cheesy and typical but a classic Halloween decor finishing touch. Like tinsel on Christmas trees.
Instead of having them at the corners of the whole yard, I'm going to create a smaller cemetery centered on the lawn surrounded by other surprises. I love glued on moss. It's cheesy and typical but a classic Halloween decor finishing touch. Like tinsel on Christmas trees.
Happy Anniversary Megan and Paul
2 years ago today, my sister Megan and brother in law Paul married. It was a fun and happy tear filled day. I have many good memories.
At the wedding rehearsal, Mom helped Megan with the ceremony seating plan...
On wedding day, Megan only trusted Devin (her daughter and flower girl) to handle things right...
Devin ran a tight ship and kept the day moving along...
Even my Dad, the bride's father was under Devin's rule. He stood waiting to escort Megan into the church...
only to have Devin cut short his emotional moment....
It was a lovely ceremony. Devin had every beat planned out...
Although she was a ruthless wedding coordinator, Devin knew when to stop and make a memory...
Those moments had to be made up for in time at the reception...
It was a great day for who survived Devin's rule. I hope a good day for Megan and Paul as well...
Despite my humorous take on the wedding above, it was a wonderful time. One memory that stands out was walking my Mom down the aisle with my brother for her daughter's wedding that day...
The last time I wore a tuxedo was walking my late Aunt Joan (my Mom's sister) down the aisle for her daughter's wedding, my cousin Mary Alice. As I took my Mom's arm I thought of Aunt Joan. Growing up she was always my second Mom by default.
It was nice to be the same escort for both for the same reason.
Mom was nervous and asked me to say something funny as we walked. I said something like... "I never really liked you Mom". I was nervous too and don't remember what I said.
I love the photo above because whatever I said made her smile and was captured in the moment.
At the wedding rehearsal, Mom helped Megan with the ceremony seating plan...
On wedding day, Megan only trusted Devin (her daughter and flower girl) to handle things right...
Devin ran a tight ship and kept the day moving along...
Even my Dad, the bride's father was under Devin's rule. He stood waiting to escort Megan into the church...
only to have Devin cut short his emotional moment....
It was a lovely ceremony. Devin had every beat planned out...
Although she was a ruthless wedding coordinator, Devin knew when to stop and make a memory...
Those moments had to be made up for in time at the reception...
It was a great day for who survived Devin's rule. I hope a good day for Megan and Paul as well...
Despite my humorous take on the wedding above, it was a wonderful time. One memory that stands out was walking my Mom down the aisle with my brother for her daughter's wedding that day...
The last time I wore a tuxedo was walking my late Aunt Joan (my Mom's sister) down the aisle for her daughter's wedding, my cousin Mary Alice. As I took my Mom's arm I thought of Aunt Joan. Growing up she was always my second Mom by default.It was nice to be the same escort for both for the same reason.
Mom was nervous and asked me to say something funny as we walked. I said something like... "I never really liked you Mom". I was nervous too and don't remember what I said.
I love the photo above because whatever I said made her smile and was captured in the moment.
Cheesus Crust
My friend Jason Garner has been in Boston the past month or so art directing a movie. We talked the other day and he told me a great story about some set decor he made for the film's Production Designer. He mentioned it got some local press. Well, I'm not going to try and write it all...read the article in the Boston Herald.
Flashback Friday # 16
Tonight's RISD 20 year ago memory will be a short one. It's 8:30pm and I just got home from work after little sleep last night prepping, an early call time and a painfully long rush hour drive from a Newport Beach location. I'm wiped out.
My friend and fellow alum, Megan sent me these pics she took while in Providence of my old student housing for 3 of my 4 years. This is Congdon House. It looks just the same except for the fancy plaque on the wall above the front door. To this day I always call the house color Congdon yellow to myself when needing or seeing a shade like it in art or design.
I lived in the room on the far right second story in my Sophmore year...
Ahhh...the back porch room in my Senior year. My roomie Mike O'Bierne and I got official permission in writing from the Resident Director to use it. No one living there before was ever allowed, house security reasons (but it never really stopped them).
I'm going to update this post over the next few days with more stories and pics when I'm a little less weary and more focused. I'll let ya know when I do.
My friend and fellow alum, Megan sent me these pics she took while in Providence of my old student housing for 3 of my 4 years. This is Congdon House. It looks just the same except for the fancy plaque on the wall above the front door. To this day I always call the house color Congdon yellow to myself when needing or seeing a shade like it in art or design.
I lived in the room on the far right second story in my Sophmore year...
Ahhh...the back porch room in my Senior year. My roomie Mike O'Bierne and I got official permission in writing from the Resident Director to use it. No one living there before was ever allowed, house security reasons (but it never really stopped them).
I'm going to update this post over the next few days with more stories and pics when I'm a little less weary and more focused. I'll let ya know when I do.
The Last of the Petty Cash
After a long week of prop shopping, with just a few dollars left in this week's budget, our hero uses up turned tiny plastic cups as bases for needed little flagpoles tomorrow (and because he lost the really good little wood bases today, leaving in the shopping cart, while unloading other stuff and only discovered just a few hours before needed after the stores are closed). Our hero's an idiot!
Kindergarden arts and crafts time just pays for itself over the years.
Kindergarden arts and crafts time just pays for itself over the years.
UPDATE to Prop Shopping
While at Omega Cinema Props today picking up stuff, these were outside. As I said in the previous post. You can rent almost anything...
Sunday Sketchbook
I've been using the same kind of sketchbook since high school. The black covered, CACHET CLASSIC ( 8"x 11") . My Aunt Ellen gave me my first one. Which has been sadly lost somewhere in my travels. I've saved every one since. They're my visual journals. I can recall smells, feelings, places and people in my life in every doodle. Some books I have filled in a month or two, others have lingered for a year or more. Some are only half used. They become chapters in my life and I find a need to start fresh with a new book. I've been slowly trying to restore many of the older ones over the past week or two.
I'm not guarded about their contents. I love letting folks look through them. Sometimes, artist friends come to a blank page and ask if they can draw something. Always fun to see what they do. I've re discovered many "guest" appearances like old friend, Henry Sato. We met while working together at Aaron Brothers Art Mart in the late 80's. Henry went on to be an animator at Walt Disney. One afternoon he came over to visit. He was working on ALADDIN at the time.
His doodles in my sketchbook that day...
I'm not guarded about their contents. I love letting folks look through them. Sometimes, artist friends come to a blank page and ask if they can draw something. Always fun to see what they do. I've re discovered many "guest" appearances like old friend, Henry Sato. We met while working together at Aaron Brothers Art Mart in the late 80's. Henry went on to be an animator at Walt Disney. One afternoon he came over to visit. He was working on ALADDIN at the time.
His doodles in my sketchbook that day...
Saturday Video
I just discovered a commercial for A.J.'s Time Travelers on FOX in the mid 90's on YOUTUBE. I was the set decorator. Although a short lived series, I did get to work on a Saturday morning kid's show which was always a small career hope of mine.
Watch for the throttle the "pilot" pushes forward (it goes by fast). One of the best things I've ever just slapped together and got a lot of focus on the show. It was requested by the director at the last minute. He wanted the "pilot" to do something more than just push a button (as written in the script) and have more dramatic action. His request came at 5pm in the afternoon and was needed by the morning. Far too late to find at any prop rental house. I had to think fast and went shopping. I bought a toy bull dozer, cut the body in half, added some glued on details and replaced the scoop on it's arms with a old video game joystick. Once painted and mounted on the control panel the next morning, it worked great. Sometimes the quick and dirty stuff turns out pretty good.
Watch for the throttle the "pilot" pushes forward (it goes by fast). One of the best things I've ever just slapped together and got a lot of focus on the show. It was requested by the director at the last minute. He wanted the "pilot" to do something more than just push a button (as written in the script) and have more dramatic action. His request came at 5pm in the afternoon and was needed by the morning. Far too late to find at any prop rental house. I had to think fast and went shopping. I bought a toy bull dozer, cut the body in half, added some glued on details and replaced the scoop on it's arms with a old video game joystick. Once painted and mounted on the control panel the next morning, it worked great. Sometimes the quick and dirty stuff turns out pretty good.
Flashback Friday # 15
The adventures and times spent with my friend Pete Whitehead while students at RISD in the 80's could literally be a daily blog unto itself. Let this "Flashback Friday" be a simple introduction to him. Today, Pete is a successful illustrator and card designer working at Hallmark Cards in Kansas City. You've probably given his work to a friend on a birthday.
During my first week in college, I had to try and be friends with my roommate but I knew it would never be more than a forced polite relationship. With everyone else, I was shy and awkward, just nodding at in passing. There was a freshman class orientation field trip one day. On the bus ride someone referenced a old Bugs Bunny cartoon. The guy who lived 2 doors down the hall from me quoted a line. I quoted the next one and we went back and forth. That was my first conversation with Pete. Four years later he was the last person I said goodbye too boarding a plane home.
The one thing that stands out in our friendship was genuine, crying laughter. We worked hard trying to make each other laugh all the time. I'll tell many Pete stories in time. We keep in touch now and again. A great perk still being his friend was getting a hand drawn, original Hallmark card for my birthday one year...
...and no, the friendship was not just all drinking and partying...we cracked the spine of a book now and again...well Pete did for sure...and had intellectual discussions...well, sometimes, mostly about Saturday morning's Pee Wee Playhouse...or at least Pete told me about it after I woke up in the stall. Pete liked to go to bed early on Friday nights just so he could act all superior to me the next morning.
During my first week in college, I had to try and be friends with my roommate but I knew it would never be more than a forced polite relationship. With everyone else, I was shy and awkward, just nodding at in passing. There was a freshman class orientation field trip one day. On the bus ride someone referenced a old Bugs Bunny cartoon. The guy who lived 2 doors down the hall from me quoted a line. I quoted the next one and we went back and forth. That was my first conversation with Pete. Four years later he was the last person I said goodbye too boarding a plane home.
The one thing that stands out in our friendship was genuine, crying laughter. We worked hard trying to make each other laugh all the time. I'll tell many Pete stories in time. We keep in touch now and again. A great perk still being his friend was getting a hand drawn, original Hallmark card for my birthday one year...
...and no, the friendship was not just all drinking and partying...we cracked the spine of a book now and again...well Pete did for sure...and had intellectual discussions...well, sometimes, mostly about Saturday morning's Pee Wee Playhouse...or at least Pete told me about it after I woke up in the stall. Pete liked to go to bed early on Friday nights just so he could act all superior to me the next morning.
Love + Kisses, Brooke
My friend VALLEY GRRRL has a great story about meeting actor CHRIS ELLIOT on her blog. Her story reminded me of the time I met Brooke Shields.
Back in 1993, during it's final season, I was in the art dept. on ABC's The HOME SHOW. When not doing everyday prop person stuff, I was the "special set designer". I would design and create sets for fashion show segments or other unique needs next to the main set.
One day, segment producer at the time, Tracy Mazuer, came to me and said Brooke Shields was going to be a guest promoting a pet adoption campaign. The idea for the segment was to do a "tongue in cheek" version of the fashion shows we did once or twice a week. The animals up for adoption would come down the runway. I proposed, playing off the idea, that the set might look like a NEW YORKER magazine cover illustration. Sort of... humorously chic. Tracy liked the idea and sold it to the higher ups. The set came out pretty good. I want to kick my younger self because I didn't take any pictures. I still have the concept sketch though...
I was really excited to see Brooke Shields. I had a huge crush on her in my youth. I actually started to count down the hours when I would see her in person (quietly... in my head). I had told Tracy about my crush and she got a laugh out of it.
The morning of the show arrived, Brooke walked onto my set and sat down. Before the next part of the story, you should know... one of the duties the prop people did was provide water in "Home Show" mugs for talent/guests.
Tracy took a moment in prepping Brooke and called me over to introduce us, making a point of telling her I made the set. There I was looking into the beautiful eyes of a dream girl from my youth.
"Nice to meet you, the set is so cute" Brooke said
Nervous and shy, I asked her mumbling ...
"Can I get you some water?" almost in a whisper
"What?" Brooke said, leaning in closer, making my knee's weak.
"Wa ga, youb mont wa ga?" I said. My mouth had stopped working.
Tracy stepped in to translate...
"Dave's wondering if you would you like some water?"
"No, I'm fine, thank you." Brooke said smiling at me in a sweet way like I was the little slow and stupid guy on the crew.
I said "OK" and started to walk away. Tracy took my arm and walked with me. She was laughing knowing I got star struck.
"Are you alright?" she asked quietly.
"Yea, sorry, I'm just 12 years old again."
She laughed harder and went back to Brooke and producing the segment.
A couple of days later, Tracy handed me a large envelope.
"This is for you" she said and I opened it...
Back in 1993, during it's final season, I was in the art dept. on ABC's The HOME SHOW. When not doing everyday prop person stuff, I was the "special set designer". I would design and create sets for fashion show segments or other unique needs next to the main set.
One day, segment producer at the time, Tracy Mazuer, came to me and said Brooke Shields was going to be a guest promoting a pet adoption campaign. The idea for the segment was to do a "tongue in cheek" version of the fashion shows we did once or twice a week. The animals up for adoption would come down the runway. I proposed, playing off the idea, that the set might look like a NEW YORKER magazine cover illustration. Sort of... humorously chic. Tracy liked the idea and sold it to the higher ups. The set came out pretty good. I want to kick my younger self because I didn't take any pictures. I still have the concept sketch though...
I was really excited to see Brooke Shields. I had a huge crush on her in my youth. I actually started to count down the hours when I would see her in person (quietly... in my head). I had told Tracy about my crush and she got a laugh out of it.
The morning of the show arrived, Brooke walked onto my set and sat down. Before the next part of the story, you should know... one of the duties the prop people did was provide water in "Home Show" mugs for talent/guests.
Tracy took a moment in prepping Brooke and called me over to introduce us, making a point of telling her I made the set. There I was looking into the beautiful eyes of a dream girl from my youth.
"Nice to meet you, the set is so cute" Brooke said
Nervous and shy, I asked her mumbling ...
"Can I get you some water?" almost in a whisper
"What?" Brooke said, leaning in closer, making my knee's weak.
"Wa ga, youb mont wa ga?" I said. My mouth had stopped working.
Tracy stepped in to translate...
"Dave's wondering if you would you like some water?"
"No, I'm fine, thank you." Brooke said smiling at me in a sweet way like I was the little slow and stupid guy on the crew.
I said "OK" and started to walk away. Tracy took my arm and walked with me. She was laughing knowing I got star struck.
"Are you alright?" she asked quietly.
"Yea, sorry, I'm just 12 years old again."
She laughed harder and went back to Brooke and producing the segment.
A couple of days later, Tracy handed me a large envelope.
"This is for you" she said and I opened it...
The Reality of Reality TV: 2nd season #4
I often do quick sketches to help the production team visualize things. Sometimes you get to have fun designing and drawing high concept ideas one afternoon...
and the most ordinary and simple plans the next.
and the most ordinary and simple plans the next.
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