The Potato.

     Our assignment 2 was given to us last week, it was to be based around time. Ironic, seeing as how I have no time to myself anymore. All of my professors seem to think I am taking only one class this semester; theirs. None the less, I have successfully completed my assignment; Monday, September 16, 12:28 AM.

The Potato.

     The most important thing in art to me is meaning. Whether that be functionally, "why is that fictional monster/society/weapon/etc. portrayed that way?", or symbolically. For this assignment I wanted to address time in a symbolic way. I began thinking about time and how it is affected by certain events, since I wanted to avoid the over done "circle of life" genre of crap. Since every one in class seems to be doing something specific, I wanted to do something broad, something any one can relate to. I had a beautiful vision; A girl sitting on the beach waiting for some one. Its morning, time stands still, sea life is quiet. Then, to the girls' delight, a boy arrives. Filled with joy, the girls' world is put in fast-motion. The sun springs up, and the birds and fishies and crabbies are scuttling about. I wanted to capture the sensation I feel when around certain people in my own life.

     Unfortunately that was just a passing dream, and after I dragged myself home from another 12 hour shift, I plopped down and got to work on what really had to be done. The potato. I decided to do something simple, something fast. My good computer that runs my adobe flash animator is KO-ed at the moment, so I had to visit the museum of ancient technology to reclaim my lap top that lags and freezes too much to use adobe. So potato sounded good. Round, mis-shapen, something quick. The idea actually began growing on me, no pun intended. I imagined originally a potato growing old, withering, and molding in fabulous colors in my mind. I saw funky shrooms and crazy flowers blooming out of the rotting spud.

     But then again, 12 frames in, I grew tired and let my mind wander and do the silly things that it do. A worm grew out of a scribble I mistakenly drew, and then I just dont know.

     Atleast this project, if nothing else, shows the effect that time has on my mind after a "fully loaded" weekend of work and school. Pun very much intended.

What have I done....    ._.
(This looks more visible on youtube.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umjvmjoqXmQ&feature=youtu.be