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Frigid Drift WataMote WiP
This might be fun to continue working on, let me know what you think so far.
Thanks to everyone who came out to CTNx this weekend! Ed and I had a blast meeting you all! We’re finally releasing the short that we premiered over the weekend at the expo.
This minute-and-a-half fantasy western is a 2D animated passion project that Ed Skudder and I crafted over our free nights and weekends for the past 2-3 months.
We both split the work 50/50 from background painting to rough animation to clean up and everything between, however Ed did the music and compositing and I headed up the design. As of right now, this short is it, but hopefully one day we can expand on the world!
Thanks for watching! We’ll be releasing behind the scenes stuff next!
To watch on Vimeo: https://vimeo.com/79814871
Mad skills on display!! Amazing job, you guys!
Stills from “Solstice” teaser.
http://vimeo.com/79814871
An animated project by Furyoso studio, aka Lynn Wang & Ed Skudder (from Dogsnack web-series)Thank you so much to Catsuka for the Solstice love, Lynn and I are both so happy to hear you guys enjoyed it and we both really appreciate the support! Merci beaucoup!! :)
Well, it’s in my nature to be a follower. I like having tasks given to me, and I suppose that’s why I’ve been slow with doing my own stuff. When people present me with projects, I know how to get myself excited with them and make them my own project, but just given the reigns is a bit too much for me. I have the talent but lack the motivation. Plus working with other people forces me to be more social, something I’m trying to work on.
You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.









