I kind of failed at this one...
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Laika

Dr. Vladimir Yazdovsky wrote, "I wanted to do something nice for her: She had so little time left to live."
For Ciarán.

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Sheep bus

Another birthday card for a very talented person who also has a name that is like mine
Forgive the crap photo, the thing was made in the lobby of cineworld and the light sources are not that good for camera work.
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Clare Champion Interview

Nicola Corless' Clare Champion Interview of me: link
Thanks again for being so patient with my mumbo jumbo, I'm surprised any sense could be made of it.
After a quick read through there are some slight omissions and errors (regarding Pádraig's funding coming from Culture Ireland rather than National Film School for instance) but mostly looks good. I'm afraid to read it again cause I sound like (read: "am") a complete prat, though, so sin é.
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Playdough 2008-2010

This is the card that the L Arthur has untimely ripped from "I'm sure I put my key on my" Ciarán and Oscar the Growth's collective womb.
E
PS. Previous Playdough's of a more photographic nature can be found:
here & here & here
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Card Competition

I'm making a card with a puppy on it. It is about B5 size and is made out of card paper pieced together in that crappy half collage/half stop motion puppet way that I do these things. First one to comment here wins it to take home to their very own home. I'll update this with the image as soon as I finish it.
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Paddington Station

I still have the hiccoughs.

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Masayoshi Nakano

Now I know I normally don't like to post other people's stuff up here, I'm not sure if I ever have actually but I came across this in a book called Drawing from life: the journal as art by Jennifer New
He is terribly interesting isn't he?

Super8!

I got my reels back and even escaped from Crn's nefarious schemes to exchange my christmas lights for his boats!
It's almost complete garbage but there are two maybe three nice bits! Thanks to a Mr. P Fagan for letting me borrow the use of his projector and cake.
Gotta sleepare for my 40ft dip tomorrow... well today.
Cheery Bye
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vistures

Here's what I did in Merca, some are still en-route I believe.
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A big thanks to my uncle Oscar and Jacqui (who has her own selection of lovely pictures from the trip on her blog) for chafeuring us about the place and feeding me!

San Francisco

Hi all!
First of all apologies for the prevalence of the textual type of posting, I will have some pictures and drawings to put up soon enough. And now:
Yuri was great, we (read: Eimhin) fanboyed the shit out of it and had a good gawk all over Francesca's gorgeous pictures. Special thanks to Piotr (who helped organise the event), Leda and Sasha who helped with a bit of translating for me and a shout out to Christian Robinson and Nick Sung and especially to Erin who was kind enough to give us a lift all the way back to our hostel after the film screenings. More San Fran fun tomorrow but first sleep!
Спасибо
Eimhin
PS apologies for the inevitable mispellings :(

Venice Beach

Hi all, just a quick post, Annie Awards only hours away, Yuri Norstein and San Francisco a little over 24 hours away. We went to Disneyland yesterday, got rained out of it. There has been a drought apparently.
Bon Suevos
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Seth Green and Robot Chicken were awarded the Annie award for best short, not us :(

Lifedrawing crash

Nearly done!

Eimhin going to Los Angeles and San Francisco, again.

Hey ya'll, thanks to the good work of Thelma Chambers and The National Film School I have been given funds to attend the Annie Awards this February 6th on Saturday in Royce Hall, UCLA, Los Angeles, where Pádraig Fagan and myself's film "The Rooster, the Crocodile and the Night Sky" is up for the Best Short Subject Award. I also plan to attend the Yuri Norstein presentation in San Francisco on the 7th. If any of you guys are about give me a shout and we can kick it west coast style!

Here is an image I contributed to Mr Kelleher's Calender project. This post needed an image, and it's all I had, I'm sorry that it's rubbish. It is October, a troubling month in my recollections.

Good day
Eimhin.

study time with Chimney part 4 (miniscule)

Mannajoy

For Manus and Anna Joy
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Why are my red and blue crayolas always the first to go, then green, yet somehow I nearly always have loads of teal?

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cards

Some vaguely festive seasonal cards I rushed together yesterday, the usual cardboard crap
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study time with Chimney part 3

unfortunately I missed out on part 2 :(

study time with Chimney part 1

Rooster Annie Nominee

The short film I spent summer 07-summer 08 working on with Pádraig Fagan (with assist from Orla and Eamonn) "The Rooster the Crocodile and the Nights Sky" has been nominated for an Annie Award. There is talk of us going over for the ceremonies in February, hopefully with some Culture Ireland support. Fair play again Fagan.

In additional Rooster news: I'm giving a talk at Ballyfermot tomorrow, let's hope it goes well, despite the tiredness I feel now and will continue to feel tomorrow morning.

Here's an updated pencil test with the finished animation. Comping and background jiggery pokery soon.

The Saga of Larsktur Larason

(The following is a short translated excerpt from the first saga in the grand tale that is Larsktur Larason’s Saga.)
In the middle of Norway, there once lived a brave and mighty warrior named Bjørn; he was the son of Leif Vidarsønn. Leif had been one of the Jarl of Lade’s men and a very bold man like his father, Vidar of Verdal. Bjørn was an impressive sight and the strongest man in the village. After long service to the jarl, he acquired a large farm and married a very beautiful wife. He also had a son, of whom this saga is concerned.
Lara was a man of insignificant ancestry that lived outside Tronnem with his wife. He was quite feeble and made a living begging in the streets. He was also without a child, so one day he went to Bjørn’s farm and bought young Larsktur, Bjørn’s son, while his father was out in the fields. And thus he raised Larsktur. Poorly. Several winters went by until Larsktur became a grown man. His wild hair framed a clever face. He worked as the village lumberjack and was equally skilled in cutting his axe into a skull as a tree. The bold skald, Håvard the Silent, son of Flosi Haraldsbane, was his companion and the two often left the village to go adventuring in the surrounding area. It so happened that Larsktur was smitten by the fair Gertrud Gerdsdotter. Unfortunately there was another in the village who had eyes for the beautiful maiden; Håvar the Lame. He was not, as his name might suggest, physically debilitated. In fact he was always out practicing his athletic talents. He was the best in the village at running and riding and was also an acclaimed fighter. His name came from those in the village that disliked his conduct.
Thus it came to pass that the two met with Oddgeirr, Gertrud’s father. Oddgeirr, son of Nidulf of the fjords, was an old man, quite near-sighted and had a bad hearing. Gertrud was his only child with his late wife, Gerd. Håvar was let in without question, despite his somewhat unattractive looks. When he was to ask for Gertrud’s hand, Larsktur said the following:
“Your beautiful face fills me with such exuberance I cannot fathom how I could live without you by my side. Give me your hand and I will be faithful to you forever, for I cannot think of life devoid of your fairness. I will give to you all the gold and riches I own if you will only choose me instead of this dim-witted oaf.”
Håvar the Lame answered thus:
“Ah can dance.”
And so Gertrud was promised to Håvar the Lame.

I have a feeling that the aspect ratio is gonna be wrong as soon as this finishes transcoding so I may have to redo the fellla at 1.0 square pixel.
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Square Pixel 1024x576 + fixed some timing things and rain bits that were annoying me. The next step begins.

frag

Here's a frog I made (photos taken by the ever-divine Ciarán Duffy). I tried making one for my mate Shane's birthday a few months ago and then I realised I'd never drawn a frog before and well that didn't end well. In any case, I went in to this one a bit less unprepared (not necessarily more prepared though) and I think it worked out okay. He is detacheable and his limbs and head are moveable thanks to the magic of butterfly pins. One of those till 5am this morning finishing it jobs again though. Tired now. Bye.
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Rooster hits Berlin

To celebrate our upcoming trip to Berlin here is an experiment I made during preproduction in 2007.
Images Copyright Barley Films

Sketchbook 7

For some reason it makes more sense to me for the months to go anti-clockwise. This always take longer than I expect to bloody scan and resize and level adjust and upload shit, not that it makes a difference. Feb-Nov 2009. Lots of Rubbish.
Off to Berlin next weekend for the Britspotting Film Festival, who were kind enough to put myself and Pádraig Fagan up for a few nights and cover half of our flights. Bangin'.