So this weekend was full of excitement here: on Saturday I drove my truck down into the Texas hill country to pick up an animation desk I had bought from an FB buddy and fellow artist. (More on that trip later; it provided plenty of fodder for stories, that’s for sure.)
It’s exciting because this desk was used at the old Fox Animation Studios back in the 90’s, which means that scenes from Anastasia and Titan A.E. were probably drawn on its surface. I’m a big Don Bluth fan; I probably love his movies even more than Disney’s, so while I am using it for drawing on, a part of me would like to just lie down on top of it and see if I absorb any animation skills that way. My own are just a trifle rusty.
But! I’ve got most of a ream of animation paper left over from my school days lo these many years ago, I’ve got Col-Erase pencils, and I’m looking forward to sharpening both the pencils and my skills. (Hand-drawn animation forever, you guys. For. Ever.)
The other adventure was the next day, when we were installing the desk. It’s a heavy beast, as you can see, and during the putting-together process my usual grace and poise deserted me, and I did some kind of crazed losing-the-balance pirhouette and stepped right on a sharp thing on the floor, resulting in this:
I’m not super sure what I stepped on. It might have been a shelf bracket, or the sharp bit on the bottom of one of the drawers. But I will definitely have a cool scar that I can show off whenever I’m barefoot, so hey.