As soon as the first drop of rabbit blood hit the dusty ground the sky screamed. Never had he seen such fury from the sky. Clouds formed not from the moisture in the air but from something sinister in the Earth. Shelter was the first thought. The homestead was a sturdy bastion these many years. It had outlasted floods and droughts, windstorms and dust devils. He ran towards it with the still dripping rabbit in his hand. The wind was no longer a warning. It demanded his body be thrashed backward, away from the house. It took his hat. From the terrible sky came something even more wicked than lightning and strong hail. A funnel from the clouds descended and began to suck away every trace of progress. The windmill pump disintegrated into tinder as the blades careened off the shattered yolk. Narrowly missing his head it disappeared over the horizon. With nothing to do but succumb to the terror he held on the the fence post. Years ago he dug the posts deep and strong. As the house began to lift off the foundation he knew this was the end of what he had built and the beginning of something larger. Perhaps death. Perhaps not.No Comments on Storm Sequence
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Max Wirt!
Max has generously agreed to act as production assistant for Red Rider’s Lament. He is an accomplished director for the stage and musician. See his production of “Ichthyodyssey” this weekend in Chicago! It is genuine and bitter-sweet story of a fish kingdom in peril complete with well developed heroes and dastardly villains. The rock-opera format makes the narrative skip along with a toe tapping pace. More info here: http://roughhousetheater.com/ It is one of the most delightful live performances I have seen in many a while.No Comments on Introducing…
In which the Red Rider laments the destruction of his home and reconnects with his hat, formerly thought lost forever.No Comments on From On High to Down Low
In which the Red Rider shows off his practiced six-shooter prowess. With each half second his finger throbs mimicking his slowing heartbeat. Concentrate and breathe with the pulse, pounding against gently curving steel. With a quick tang of gunpowder and a flash of light a bottle in the distance shatters into glimmering shards. Stars, he thinks. I’m creating the heavens with the gun in my hand.No Comments on Target Practice
The next set for “Red Rider’s Lament” is up and running! In this scene we see the Red Rider sizing up a collection of menacing bottles perched precariously on the homestead fence. This is actually the reverse shot for the larger scene. Stay tuned for a rolling thunder storm and, if the winds blow the right way, possibly a devastating tornado. Because hey, what’s a prairie trope without a raging cyclone?No Comments on Shooting Range Shot
Ecstatic is the word I would use to define the feeling I have after finishing the buffalo skinning sequence. It has definitely been the longest and most complex set I’ve had to deal with yet. It seems the sets have become increasingly complex and the animation more involved. What started as an idea for a quick project to be completed in under a month has evolved into an epic of sorts. I’ve been noticing that most of my projects progress this way. To justify this grueling process, Sylvester Stallone has some words of advice. When asked “Are there any goals you wish to accomplish,” he replied thus: There are always goals. If you don’t have a mountain, build one and then climb it. And after you climb it, build another one; otherwise you start to flatline in your life. (From a recent interview in Time magazine.)
A new sequence from the forthcoming short film “Red Rider’s Lament” by Jeremy Bessoff. In this scene we get close to what the Rider sees from below the hill. The imagery is inspired from Life magazine’s photo spread on buffalo ranching in the 50’s.
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