"Le Voyage Dans la Lune" (1902) George Méliès

Le Voyage Dans La Lune

Concept 1: Cattle slaughter house

This is my influence map for my first concept, the passage I chose describes my character stumbling upon a cattle slaughter house. And below is the passage that I am basing my first concept piece on. 

"Eventually they drove their mobile market into a fenced-off area like a sheep-pen and from there directly into a high-vaulted building. Budai forged ahead of the others here, partly out of curiosity, partly carried along by his own momentum, but once inside noticed that while most of the cattle had already ambled a long way into the great hall he could no longer see the head of the herd which must have been accommodated in spaces further off. Men and cattle completely filled the hall, beside the drovers there were men in canvas overalls too, bustling about while the mooing and bellowing noise grew ever more baleful, each sound echoing off the bare walls, the air thick with warm, living-sickly smells. this must, no doubt, be the slaughterhouse.

The whole noisy melee was goaded into one vast hall lit by a great skyline. The floor here was running with slippery scarlet blood. The animals must have scented the danger because the smell of blood, if nothing else, made them hault and resist though there was no way back, no where to run, because ever more cattle were being driven in behind them. when it came to their turn each was suddenly surrounded by a group of strapping men, one holding it's horns, another tying it down with a rope, until it was forced to stand astraddle. Then, whoever had the cleaver brought it down on the nape of it's neck. It's poor legs gave way and collapsed. At the moment of collapse another man delivered a blow to it's brow, cutting it open. But the beast must have lived a good while yet for it fell sideways and carried on kicking on the stones, throwing it's head back now and then, even when they buried a knife in it's throat and drained it's life blood, at which point the sad martyred look on it's face very gradually glazed over."

Life drawing

Getting back into life drawing after quite a long time of not doing it was quite hard at first but Kinda got the hang of it again towards the end. Although I think next week I'll be a lot better and I'll feel more comfortable with quick sketches again. So below are the sketches I did yesterday. 

Book excerpt, Metropole

For Our first project we are creating 3 concept paintings from a book except that we had to pick out of a hat. At first I was really hoping that I would get something like "Journey to the Centre of the Earth" or "20 Thousand Leagues under the Sea" as I love creating fantasy type worlds, But I ended up with "Metropole", I wasn't excited about at all since it was all about a city, but then I read my excerpt and I realized just how amazing it was, so descriptive and it wasn't the boring city scenes that I thought it would be, and Now I'm really excited about it and I'm so glad that we didn't pick our own books other wise I would never get the chance to create the environments I will be in this project. Metropole, Ferenc Karinthy, 1970

Ferenc Karinthy was born in Budapest in 1921. He obtained a PhD in linguistics and went on to be a translator and editor, as well as an award-winning novelist, playwright, journalist and water polo champion. He is the author of over a dozen novels. Metropole is the first to be translated into English.

"Budai (in Hungarian, a native of Buda) is a Hungarian linguist attending a conference in Helsinki, but at the airport in Budapest he goes through the wrong gate, gets on the wrong plane and arrives in a city where no one understands him, despite the impressive array of languages he brings to bear. Driven along by what seems an endless, incessant rush throughout the city, he finds himself at a hotel and is given a room. He needs to return to the airport. He has to phone his family and colleagues to tell them what has happened. He is hungry. Queues are everywhere and people routinely push one another aside. Even if he reaches the head of a line, he cannot make himself understood.
He spends days trying to make sense of their language, because he knows if he cannot make himself understood, he will not be able to leave. At one point, he dials phone numbers at random, hoping to find someone whose language he recognizes. What someone said yesterday does not seem to mean the same thing today (the rationale of totalitarian regimes). He learns the names of fruits and vegetables in groceries by putting labels together with produce. At his insistence, the elevator operator in the hotel, who is the only one in the city who shows some interest in him, teaches him numbers. He does not understand why. Perhaps she sees him to be as unhappy as she is. Everyone he sees is distraught, anxious, frenzied.
His disorientation does not lessen. How does one live when every day is strange and the strange everyday? His encyclopedic knowledge has been rendered useless. When he runs out of money, he gets work only illegal migrants can, his only option since he has no visa and the hotel has taken his passport. When he can no longer afford the hotel, he sleeps at the market where he stocks produce and roams the city in search of contact of some kind, a sense that he is not alone. One day he finds himself stripping naked at some kind of religious ceremony just to be doing what others are doing.
Only the elevator operator—Bebe, Tyetye, Epepe, Etete, Ebebe, Djedje, Tete, he is never certain of her name—sustains him. She talks to him, though they cannot understand one another. They become lovers, and lovers do not need words. (You understand? he asks her. You understand, she answers. No, you don't, he says. You understand, she repeats.) Love is inherently subversive—it calls the everyday into question and can be a form of resistance against it. By the end of the novel, Epepe has given him hope, even if none is possible ("That there was nothing that was not them").
That he has become invisible, like most of the working class, has made the middle-class Budai a member of the proletariat, whose anger is directed against the totalitarian rule of the government. ("The violence of the violated," as Isabel Fonseca writes.) Revolution breaks out and the normally pacifist Budai joins the revolutionaries, pistol in hand, only to see it defeated quickly by the government. He escapes capture (and execution) and sees a brook that he knows, just knows, will become a stream, the stream a river, and the river a sea, where he will find a harbor, a ship. "God be with you, Epepe," he thinks. "He was full of confidence. He would soon be home."

The part of the book that I got follows Budai through the city of Metropolis as he tries to find a train or airport. I have chose three passages that I really like and find particularly descriptive. The first passage is when Budai stumbles upon a cattle slaughter house, the second is when he walks into a church and there is a crowd of people all worshipping, and the last is when he is swept up into the top of the church where he sees an entire panoramic view of the city.