19.10.2003 I have come up with a fantastic idea. Or, rather, I've ruminated long enough on my original idea and it's been born into the next step of itself. I want to make an animation of Tiger and Princess, my Fantastic Siamese twins. Now, picture this. You see the opening texts. Then you see a dark room, spotlight, concrete floor. There you see a sculptre, the texture is... superlon plastic... The camera moves around and around the sculpture. All of a sudden the sculpture moves, bats an eye lid. Slowly the texture starts moving into real skin and fur. It's alive! It starts moving, first forward, then backward. Well neither one wants to give up since it's not nice to be a backside (that means butt and not the back of a paper somebody just told me :) when you really have a head and arms and want to decide which way to move. Then the Twins start dancing. They throw each other up and higher and higher, until they tire and realize that they really are tied to each other. They, roll around, face each other and give each other a small kiss. Then they are striving, and striving again and start melting out of each other until both are whole. Yeah, so I've got the cameras set in place, the choreography almost ready. So now I've just got to learn about nurbs (3D graphics), make three models, the Twins, the Tiger, the Princess (the human being just the hardest of all living creatures to model), and then I have my own 3D animation movie. Right? I know, I know, in the end, they fly away holding hands, just as in the tarot card that started all of this mess with me being both princess AND tiger. Pena just told me there is this non-commercial version of Maya (the greatest 3D program ever made, if I hear correctly, non-commersial meaning FREE). So now if I had a year to myself and had to do nothing but sit at my computer and learn, I could make my own movie. Sometimes I hate being an Artist, all these ideas, so much fun that there is no use trying to fight the urge to do impossible feats, daily. By the way, if anyone's out there, I just went to Turku to get pictures of old art I've made, coming soon on the gallery page. My lovely Pena just brought me a beer, so now I really fit into the myth of being an artist, sitting in front of my computer, with beer and stale sweat, coming up out of my ecstatic state long enough to mutter to Pena: "I'm not really going to do much more, I've just got to check one thing more." Then tomorrow I will be the creativity coach, talking about careers and dreams in front of a crowd, all shiny and smiley.