Artastic

  This scene from one level of a side scroller game will be put into a program in a later semester. It will be very fun to see this fully implemented. The Game Premise This game is about the challenges of being an artist.    After roughing out ideas for three different levels, this is the environment that was further developed for this assignment. It is based around the fear and doubt that an artist has to constantly work through and conquer.         The key to conquering those fears is to keep producing art, so that is how the artist overcomes the challenges. She throws paint at blank canvases and creatures.   When she paints an inactive canvas, it is activated, and can then be used to overcome obstacles by riding on it as it moves or to duck under or behind it as she encounters obstacles.              The villain of the game is an art critic, who throws thick black globs of criticism at the artist. The Obstacles The Anxiety Claw Hand The Energy Leech The Inner Critic Troll The Proc

 We were given a choice of books to partially illustrate. Some were children's books and some were books of poetry. My ultimate goal is to illustrate children's books so I I chose one of those. I selected a book titled "Sheep's Farmyard Friends" by Dani Best. In addition to thumbnails for all twenty pages we needed to fully illustrate the front and back cover, as well as two two-page spreads.

 This assignment was fun. We were presented with a poem called "Raven" by MGM (not The Raven by Poe). We were asked to do a quick thumbnail of a character from the poem. Later, we were asked to come up with dialog for the character.  I wrote the below internal dialogue: First betrayal cuts the deepest. It sunders the mist of childhood and reveals with harsh light the hard edges and textures of the larger world. The stories of my childhood, beloved and believed in a state of innocence suddenly seem disconnected from the deeper realities of life. Trust - once given without thought - becomes precious; hoarded like rubies. Their blood red sparkle holding the potential to cut my soul. Should I loosen my grip? Perhaps one. A hand outstretched, forcing my fingers to part. The ruby tumbles, shining and entrancing as it falls into the void. I can not see it now. Will it be treasured, as I treasured it? Will it even be noticed? The wings in my chest flutter, ready to take fli