Ideas Revised

Tiny/ Galactic

The remainder of the story begins where it left off with my character asleep having a dream and then waking back up to start her day over.

It will begin with the first panel of a black and white photo of her asleep, going into the second panel. This panel will be the Pop art photo inspired by an artist named Christo whose image of inspiration is at the top. I went with the concept he used with the umbrellas. But instead i will be using one large umbrella that will give my character the appearance of seeming tiny, which is one of my words. She’ll be set on a familiar street that she uses everyday, holding the umbrella. Another panel will be the expression and expressionism. This photo will be simple of her seated up in bed contemplating over whether to wake up or not. A fourth panel will be of her taking her keys from the table, a sign of her day starting over again. This will be the cubism photo, inspired by the Hockney piece ,the second picture from the top, this will show the tiny size of her house keys she is grabbing. The collage panel will be of her asleep. This time showing her outer look on how she is feeling. I am going to do my best with coll aging separate images together in one piece for her asleep.

 

 

First Panel: Black and White Second Panel: Expression

Third Panel: Collage         Fourth Panel: Cubism

Fifth Panel: Pop Art

Final 8 Character Panels

My name is Grace Newman. I am five foot two, with chocolate brown skin, full lips, almond shaped eyes, and a round nose. Life for me has changed drastically since my dad died. Ever since than i have not been the same. I seem to always be paranoid, i don’t trust anyone but myself and i don’t like to be around my mom. Shes changed a lot too, ever since my dad’s death. The only time and place i am truly happy is when I’m at the park or asleep. Everyday i make it a priority to get out of the house and away from my mother, i don’t like who she has changed into. She isn’t the same. It doesn’t matter where i go, just as long as I’m out of the house. Even if its just to wonder around the streets. The only thing I ever wish for is that I can some day get out of this predicament and never look back.

Props to Helen (Final Image)

Textures and Patterns

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