I am collaborating with a group of talented artists to produce animation for commissioned work in the advertising, publishing, manufacturing, and educational industries. Under the moniker of RAGanimation, we offer full service animation with original writing, design, music, and sound capabilities. It is a fun thing to be involved in. The problem solving process is similar to illustration starting with sketches, refining through comments and critiques and continuing through tweaking the final product.
The storyboards here are from our first promotion. Our first concept stuck with us: Animation Magic. It was then a matter of back and forth “How’s this?” until we all agreed on a specific story. At that time, my writer Robin Brecker finalized the script. I drew the characters and settings directly in FLASH. The characters are designed to make the animation motions as easy as possible (per strict instructions of my animator Alex Budofsky!). Stephen Coates develops the music soundtrack with the script and it is then handed off to the animator. Jason Votner finishes off with sound effects. Our geographical spread is from London to Seattle. God bless the web for effective collaborating!
Why do I continue to bang my head against this goal of getting on the cover of the New Yorker? Let me see:
1. It a GOAL. I can't quit. I can't say to myself that I don't have a chance. Failure to me is not an option. I believe you can always improve and if not work harder, work smarter.
2. Its one of the few places where you can say the EXPOSURE counts for something. How many of us were lured into a job baited by the ‘its great exposure’ line? My usual response is, “I can pull my pants down for all the exposure I want.’. Except for the New Yorker.
3. It would make my mom very happy. Dad too.
I have been listening to your comments here on Drawger and incorporated them into a redo of a cover rejection posted last week (Last Falls Cover Reject). I liked the result but Francoise continued her perfect streak: Fracoise 32 RAG 0. If I don't score soon, Coach is going to be pissed.
I am determined to crack the "New Yorker Cover Code". I may have to drug Barry Blitt and keep him captive in my basement until he reveals the secrets or until he cleans the fucking mess down there.
But I digress...