End of an Era

It's been almost exactly a month since the hand-in of the graduate film. This seems as good a time as any to begin chronicling the madcap exploits of an animation graduate of 2011, plunging head first into the recession with new-found gusto, cheerfully ignoring record unemployment rates and rising taxes, embracing impending doom.

Huzzah!

I jest. Still, it does feel really strange, having quit the safe-haven of part-time work that was the Zanti (I salute you, fellow Zantians, you will be missed – although I will hopefully never have to polish cutlery or fold napkins ever again) I now feel the weight of expectation to get a real job.

Well. An animation one, anyway.

Duncan of Jordanstone's Degree Show this year was described as a 'vintage year' by the Dean in terms of the standard of work produced, which was nice. It was a great sucess for my department, I think I can safely say for the class of '11 that we broke some barriers, had a lot of fun, got ridiculously stressed (and maybe lead poisoning, but that's a story for another time) but finished up alright. Both the classes of '12 and '13 are ridiculously talented and already making us graduates look old hat with the work they're producing, so although that turns the heat up, it means Dundee is retaining it's reputation for being the hub for animation in Scotland.

*waves pom-poms and cheers*

But seriously - I feel I will never have the chance to properly iterate exactly how grateful I am to the institution for giving me the oppurtunities, peers and tutors that it did - so yeah. Three cheers for DOJ. It was, I hope, the making of me.

Yikes, getting a little too heavy. The point is, we all got wrecked on free wine, I believe - hence my imagined doodle of Edward and Emily post wrap-party/degree show. This is the first time I've drawn the protagonists of 'The Flying Duchess' since I finished off the very last frames - a good couple of months ago now - indeed, the first time I've really picked up a pencil/photoshopped. I'm desperately out of practise, but there you go.

I am always, ALWAYS Edward in this situation. I figure he'd be a complete lightweight - Emily could probably drink him under the table (after all, the girl can smash train couplings apart)and would probably be quite used to taking a rambling drunk Edward home.