February 9, 2016

09:02:2016

You probably haven’t heard of Mike Winklemann, I hadn’t until yesterday when I came upon his work while walking my day’s digital path. Apart from having the kind of surname you expect from a character in a children’s fantasy story Mike is also an artist, the kind of artist who does it all; one of those real talented bastards. Paintings to drawings to digital photography to vector illustration to 3D animation. It would seem that if you give Mr. Winklemann a canvas of any variety he’s good to go.

While being a master of that many mediums certainly is impressive, amazingly I didn’t even find that the most impressive thing about Mike. No, what inspires me about Mike is that he does it everyday. Literally, and in every sense of the word. Mike will start and finish a piece of art everyday and post it to his website under the aptly named category ‘Everydays’. Mike’s been doing an everyday for over nine years.

I told you it was impressive.

As the tally on his website states, he’s been making an everyday for 3206 consecutive days and I have a very strong suspicion that tomorrow that tally would read 3207. What’s even more impressive is that these everydays aren’t mere scribbles or flashes of paint, they are complex, sometimes stunning, pieces of art – some of which I’ll be sure to share at the bottom of this post.

As Mike states on his site:

“The purpose of this project is to help me get better at different things. By posting the results online, I’m “less” likely to throw down a big pile of ass-shit even though most of the time I still do because I suck ass.”

While I would disagree with the self deprecating last part of his statement I resoundly approve of his conception to improve his work by both doing it everyday and sharing it. That’s what I’m attempting to do with this blog.

I’ve done other one-a-day challenges before. I completed a one-a-day photo challenge for a year over at blipfoto, I’ve done one-a-day exercise programs (although more recently it’s been eat junk food and drink beer every day and while I have got results from that unplanned program they’re not the kind of results you really want), in fact this website you’re currently reading from started as a way for me to write a scene once a day. Like I said I resoundly approve this concept, and this is because the well known fact of the matter is if you want to get good at something you need to practice, practice, practice. One-a-day challenges are simply one of the best ways to motivate yourself to do this, and if you’re sharing them, even more so.

To me the important thing to remember is that these one-a-day whatever’s that you’re doing don’t, and won’t, be the best work you ever produced, in fact they could be “big piles of ass-shit”, but they will lead to your best work.

But back to Mike, the guys not only gifted artistically, he clearly has a superhuman level of persistence. Over nine years! Part of that comes from the fact that every years he chooses a new set of skills to focus on and try and improve, clearly though the guy’s a freak. An inspirational freak.

I heard about Mike’s work from an article on iO9 that you can read here, which I highly suggest you do. Not only is Mike’s work inspiring but also his thoughts on what inspires him and keeps him motivated. There’s also another article about him from the atlantic you can see here, and you can check out Mike’s website here; where you can also buy prints of some of his 3206 pieces, and, as Mike says, “cover yer walls in bullshit”.

I think I might do just that. That way I’ll not only have some great art but whenever I look at them I can remind myself I have a lot of catching up to do.

Talk soon.

Damian
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(And he completed each of these in a day!)

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A Door in an Alleyway

EXT. ALLEYWAY – NIGHT

A MAN dressed in a long trench coat looks over his shoulder before entering a dirty, dimly lit, alleyway. Rain is pouring, all the colour of the world seems to have drained away with the rain. Very noir.

The man quickly rushes to the end of the alleyway. Leaning haphazardly against the wall of the alleyway is a large, discarded, metal door. The man looks around the rest of the alleyway, confused, then back at the door. He grabs it, pulls it forward, and looks behind it. Yep, nothing there, not attached.

The man leans the door back against the wall then notices an emblem imprinted into the top right hand corner of the door. Its a circular design of three foxes chasing each other. He recognizes it.

The man raises his hand to the door and knocks very specifically. Short, pause, long, short, pause, long, pause, short, pause, short, long, short.

A section of the door slides open and two eyes squint out of it. They disappear to be replaced by a mouth.

DOOR MAN
Hey there guy. What can I do for you?

MAN
I want to come in!

DOOR MAN
Sure, sure, and I would love to let you in, truly, but first I just need to know your intent.

MAN
Know my intent! How about get out of the rain!

DOOR MAN
Heh, I hear that brother, it does look like a gloomy one out there. Where are you? Melbourne? But I’m afraid that’s not an acceptable answer, we need something a little more concrete than that.

MAN
Hey! I’m getting soaked out here. I had to take public transport to get to this fucking place-

DOOR MAN
Sir.

MAN
-and then still walk about six blocks since you people insist on me not giving the address to a taxi driver-

DOOR MAN
Sir.

MAN
-as though he’d give a shit! I knocked your damn knock, and now you want me to recite some crap? Just let me in!

DOOR MAN
Sir. Sir. I understand you’re angry, but this is an organization, yeah? I’m just doing my job, okay Sir? Now I do not appreciate that tone, or some of the more…colourful…language you chose to use. Please try to remember that you’ve come to us. You need to use our services.

Beat.

MAN
You- you’re right. I apologise. I’m, I’m just having a bad day, it’s part of the reason I need to see you guys.

DOOR MAN
I understand and you’re forgiven, just no more potty mouth okay? We’re a mystical guild, not a…rap concert.

MAN
Sure.
DOOR MAN
Great. Now. Would you like a sugar snap?

Through the small hole in the doorway the doorman offers a small plate of biscuits.

DOOR MAN (CONT’D)
I baked them myself.

MAN
Oh, thanks.

The man takes one.

DOOR MAN
You’re welcome. Now, how about we try again. Hello Sir, lovely to meet you, would you mind telling me your intent?

MAN
I wish to hire the trio of foxes to kill a past version of myself.

The door slowly opens. The man pulls his coat up then steps in.

The door starts to slowly close.

MAN (O.S.) (CONT’D)
You know, you’re not what I expected of an assassin’s guild.

DOOR MAN (O.S.)
We get that a lot.

The door shuts with a heavy thud.

Introducing the Faery Folk

INT. ELPHAME HOTEL LOBBY – DAY

The camera focuses on a comfortable, red sofa. Enter a stout, hairy man, mid 40’s, clothes and hair dishevealed. He rocks the camera as he walks past it, then settles his large bulk into the sofa, moving around in order to get comfortable and remove his well worn coat jacket from underneath himself. He settles with a sigh and looks into the camera.

INSERT TITLE: REYHOUND HAYES – BANDERSNATCH

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
Mr. Hayes, thanks for joining us.

REYHOUND
(Cockney accent)
Oh that’s no problem, and call me Reyhound.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
Reyhound, great, well thanks again.

REYHOUND
Yeah. So how does this work? You want to see what I do everyday? Just follow me around?

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
That’s right, you and a few others. Should we get started?

REYHOUND
Sure, ehh, what…what should I say first?

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
How about you start with a little about yourself.

REYHOUND
Alright, well I’m Reyhound Hayes, you already know that, I’m ohh… (he looks up and starts to calculate on his fingers) …about seven hundred and sixty three years old, oh, and I’m a bandersnatch.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
You’re certainly looking good for your age.

REYHOUND
Well that’s the cloak spell innit. Hides me, you know, so as not to scare anyone. Not that I think I’m scary mind, but the short-lived, they’re not used to the horns or a bit of fur.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
Short-lived?

REYHOUND
Yeah, mundies…muggles…humans! Anyone not faery folk. Surely you know what we call them.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
Yeah, but it’s for the camera, just in case any of the audience don’t know the vernacular.

REYHOUND
Oh right, yeah. Well like I was saying the short-lived don’t like me normal look. I think it’s the eyes that really get them…or maybe it’s the teeth. They’re usually too busy screaming if they ever see me to say exactly what it is.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
May we see your eyes?

REYHOUND
Oh yeah, if you want.

Reyhound’s eyes flash and for a moment they resemble a goats eyes.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
Very impressive. So does it annoy you to have to hide your appearance?

REYHOUND
I don’t know that it annoys me so much, it’s more…distancing.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
How so?

REYHOUND
Well nobody ever’s sees the real you do they? They see this…face and this body, but this isn’t me. I might as well be wearing a big mask on my head. Imagine trying to get to know people when you’ve got a paper bag on your head all the time.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
And you would like that? If people, humans, got to meet the real you?

REYHOUND
Yeah, yeah I’d like that. I think we’d all like to stop hiding. I mean isn’t that what this show’s for? To introduce us to the short-lived?

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
We hope so. Is that the reason why you agreed to do this?

REYHOUND
Yeah.

INTERVIEWER (O.S.)
You want them to know you exist?

A wave of melancholy passes over Reyhound’s face as he looks down.

Beat.

REYHOUND
You got any idea what’s it’s like to have no one believe in you?

Plastic Green Spade

After a brief hiatus, caused mostly by laziness, the scene-a-days are back. I had hoped to back write to fill all the missing days up with words, but as the missing days grew, that job grew, and now I think I’ll start from here, January twelfth, it’s a good a day as any. The scenes will continue daily from here on out (as the name suggests) and if I do find the strength of will may even end up back writing those lost days, otherwise they will just continue to be lost. In the meantime, enjoy!
   –    Damian

EXT. BEACH – DAY

The sun shines down on the cool blue waves and the hot grainy sand of a warm beach absolutely packed with people. In fact it’s hard to even see sand due to the high number of people, towels, umbrellas, etc, littering the beach. The only visible sand is that just near the edge of the water. We pan along that stretch of sand until we come across a small boy, 12, digging a hole in the sand with a small, green, plastic spade.

The hole’s not big, big enough to fit him in it in order to continue to dig further down, but that’s about it.

The scene fast forwards.

Moving quickly we see people come and go, into the water and out of the water, moving all about, throwing balls, catching waves. Through it all the boy digs and his hole gets bigger.

Still in fast forward the sun begins to set, the tide goes out, and the beach slowly empties.

The fast forward slows down and stops as we pan in on the boy, still determinately digging down further into his now giant hole. The sides have spread out but it’s the depth that’s impressive. You can’t help but wonder two things; 1) Where are his parents? And 2) Is he even able to get out of that hole?

A man, 32, athletic, walks over to the hole and kneels down at it’s edge to ask the boy just that. His shadow stretches down into the hole and over the boy.

MAN
I don’t mean to interrupt the fine work, but are you alright in there?

The boy barely turns his head before continuing to dig.

BOY
Yes.

MAN
Are you sure? I mean it’s a nice hole but I think you’ve done too good a job. You won’t be able to get out of there.

The boy’s digging flicks sand past the man.

BOY
I don’t need to get out.

MAN
Sure you do. It’s getting late, and I’m sure your parents must be waiting for you somewhere.

BOY
My parents are waiting for me in heaven. They have been for five years, I don’t think they’ll want to see me just yet.

MAN
Oh.
(beat)
Well surely there’s someone who’s worried about you?

BOY
No.

MAN
Sure there is. Where do yo live?

BOY
At the orphanage, but nobody there worries about me. Do you mind moving, you’re blocking my light a bit.

MAN
Oh, sorry.

The man scoots across to the side letting the fading sunlight into the hole.

BOY
Thank you.

MAN
Look, why don’t I call someone for you, either the orphanage or the police. I’m sure you must be hungry by now right? Or maybe you want a shower?

BOY
No, I just need to keep digging.

MAN
What if I-

BOY
Mister I know you mean well but I’ve been working hard all day and, if my calculations are correct, I’m getting close to where I need to be so would you mind leaving me alone now?

Beat. The man thinks, the boy continues to dig.

MAN
What if I helped you instead, then when we’re done I could take you home. I have a shovel in my car.

The boy sighs but nods his head. The man runs off then shortly returns holding a shovel. He lowers himself into the giant hole and walks over to the boy.

MAN (CONT’D)
Alright, where should I dig?

BOY
Just here, we only have about half a meter or so to go. It shouldn’t take long.

Together they dig down.

After a few moments.

MAN
So what are we digging f-

The man’s word’s are cut off as his shovel stabs into the sand, water flowing up around it as it does. The water floods in and quickly rises around them.

BOY
I think we did it!

The water begins to whirlpool around them.

MAN
Did what? What’s happening?

The whirlpool grows stronger.

BOY
I actually found it! Me!

The whirlpool swirls ferociously around them. The man battles to fight the flow of it.

MAN

(panicky)
FOUND WHAT?

The water over powers them both and swirls them towards a hole in the bottom of the hole. The boy cries out in glee.

BOY
ATLANTIS!

Both man and boy are sucked into the hole in the hole, the water flowing in behind them. The water drains away, and sand fills over the hole in the hole. Leaving no trace of man or boy behind.

The tide comes in and slowly starts to erode the boys work. By morning there will be no trace that a hole was ever dug there.

Mitosis – Act 1, Scene 26

This scene is part of the first draft of a screenplay I’ve written as part of my Masters. See past days to catch up on the rest of the story. Happy reading.

INT. LOS RIO ACCOMADATION, HOTEL ROOM – CONTINUOUS

Daniel looks around at the poorly furnished room. It has some trappings of a hotel like a nice bed and curtains over a small barred window, but is unmistakable a cell, if however a large one. One corner has been walled off to make a bathroom.

LUCAS
Well good night. Lucas slams the door shut and a locking sound is heard.

DANIEL
Did that door just lock?

GABRIEL
Of course, it is a old cell, the doors lock from the outside. Don’t worry we will come pick you up in the morning and then we find your brother. Sleep well.

Lucas and Gabriel walk down the hallway leaving Daniel alone in the barren room. He sits down on the bed.

DANIEL
I knew I’d hate this city.

END OF ACT ONE

Mitosis – Act 1, Scene 25

This scene is part of the first draft of a screenplay I’ve written as part of my Masters. See past days to catch up on the rest of the story. Happy reading.

INT. LOS RIO ACCOMMODATION – NIGHT

Daniel stands in a dimly lit hallway made up of white concrete walls. Behind him stand Lucas and Gabriel, in front of him is a heavy metal door.

DANIEL
How is this a hotel? It looks like a prison.

GABRIEL
Yes that’s right.

DANIEL
Excuse me.

GABRIEL
It used to be a minimum security prison, then a new one got built and someone had the bad idea to turn it into a hotel. As you can imagine it’s not very popular.

DANIEL
I can imagine, I would rather re-enter my mothers womb than stay here for a night.

GABRIEL

I am afraid it’s the only accommodation in the city available.

Daniel walks into the large room.

Mitosis – Act 1, Scene 24

This scene is part of the first draft of a screenplay I’ve written as part of my Masters. See past days to catch up on the rest of the story. Happy reading.

INT. HOTEL BANDEIRANTES, NATHAN’S ROOM – EVENING

The hotel receptionist opens the door and Daniel rushes into the small room. Lucas and Gabriel enter behind him, the hotel receptionist stays in the doorway. Daniel scans the room, he opens draws, looks under the sheets, then enters the bathroom. He cries out and walks back in holding a phone.

DANIEL
It’s Nathan’s phone, he left it behind. Why would he leave his phone behind? Unless.

He looks up and Gabriel and Lucas in horror.

DANIEL (CONT’D)
I knew it, he’s in trouble. I, I have to find him.

Gabriel and Lucas share a look and Lucas pulls out his phone and exits the room to make a call. Gabriel looks back at Daniel and smiles.

GABRIEL
We will help you find your brother.

DANIEL
I appreciate that, you guys are quite the gentleman. But how are we going to find him? He could be anywhere.

Daniel sits back on the bed and puts his head in his hands.

DANIEL (CONT’D)
I’m too tired for this. Where are you Nathan?

GABRIEL
Maybe you should get some sleep you can help us find him in the morning.

Daniel looks around the room.

DANIEL
Well I guess I could stay here. I’ll need the maid to clean it up first of course.

HOTEL RECEPTIONIST
I’m sorry sir but we are fully booked, in fact their are people waiting for this room right now.

DANIEL
Fully booked? How is this place fully booked?

HOTEL RECEPTIONIST
Carnival starts tomorrow, I don’t think there would be a hotel in the city that wouldn’t be fully booked.

GABRIEL
I think I might know of one.