Monday morning blues
Dec. 4th, 2006 07:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
syredronningBackstory: Artistic friend came here with his girlfriend (who we also knew from a meeting before they moved together) who attended an art festival here in Bremen. Which meant she was busy all Friday-Sunday...but she also managed to get us "borrowed" tickets yesterday so that we could all three watch Harald Siepermann giving a lecture on developing characters for animation.
He was one of the guys working for "Who framed Roger Rabbit" and much more, and reading his blog - and the blog of the animation colleagues he linked to - makes my mouth drop and my brain go all "what the f* I'll never be able to make anything important so why not better give up right now and stop even thinking about it".
Yeah, I usually feel more intimidated than inspired once I see the stuff REALLY good people are making. Same with tap dance in the past. Sigh.
OTOH, artistic friend pointed out to me that there are lots of short movie festivals all over Germany and that I'd have the level of submitting something...if I wanted to put some work in it.
Not likely right now. Or is it? Uhm. It would mean making my own stuff, and no pointy-eared guys having hot gay sex. Right?
Sigh.
Did I ever tell you I dislike this grey-monday-morning-feeling?
He was one of the guys working for "Who framed Roger Rabbit" and much more, and reading his blog - and the blog of the animation colleagues he linked to - makes my mouth drop and my brain go all "what the f* I'll never be able to make anything important so why not better give up right now and stop even thinking about it".
Yeah, I usually feel more intimidated than inspired once I see the stuff REALLY good people are making. Same with tap dance in the past. Sigh.
OTOH, artistic friend pointed out to me that there are lots of short movie festivals all over Germany and that I'd have the level of submitting something...if I wanted to put some work in it.
Not likely right now. Or is it? Uhm. It would mean making my own stuff, and no pointy-eared guys having hot gay sex. Right?
Sigh.
Did I ever tell you I dislike this grey-monday-morning-feeling?
