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Production Stills | Set of “Mickey” (4/15/12)

Production Stills | Set of “Mickey” (4/15/12)

Production Stills | Set of “Mickey” (4/15/12)

Production Stills | Set of “Mickey” (4/15/12)

Production Stills | Set of “Mickey” (4/15/12)

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eddiepug:

Working on some rotoscoping.

Working on some rotoscoping.

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Einstein’s Durrty Dreams

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Integrated Studios - Dream Book

Integrated Studios - Dream Book

Integrated Studios - Dream Book

Integrated Studios - Dream Book

Integrated Studios - Dream Book

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Studio Arts Workshops - Stop Motion

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“Material”

“Material”

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Studio Arts Spring Workshops - Microfiction

Monday Night/Tuesday Morning (Final Video)

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Integrated Studio - Sequences

Integrated Studio - Sequences

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Studio Arts Spring Workshops - Microfiction & Storyboard

MONDAY NIGHT/TUESDAY MORNING
I dropped my bike outside
and crawled in through your window
silently and softly
so your parents would never know.
We were picking up where we left off
eight months ago.
So I was barely surprised
when I found myself under your covers
looking in your eyes
and your skin was warm with lust
pressing against mine
and my hands were trembling,
closing around your thighs,
and I felt so high…
I’d left the window open
I really didn’t care.
I smelled the dawn approaching
slowly in the air
combined with the familiar fragrance
exuding from your body.
I could hear nothing but our breath in synchronicity,
nothing but the high-pitched hum of your TV
and the gentle sounds of the world waking outside
when I crawled back out your window,
kissed you goodbye,
and then rode off into the navy blue,
sprinkled with the cold morning dew,
thinking only about you.

Studio Arts Spring Workshops - Microfiction & Storyboard

MONDAY NIGHT/TUESDAY MORNING
I dropped my bike outside
and crawled in through your window
silently and softly
so your parents would never know.
We were picking up where we left off
eight months ago.
So I was barely surprised
when I found myself under your covers
looking in your eyes
and your skin was warm with lust
pressing against mine
and my hands were trembling,
closing around your thighs,
and I felt so high…
I’d left the window open
I really didn’t care.
I smelled the dawn approaching
slowly in the air
combined with the familiar fragrance
exuding from your body.
I could hear nothing but our breath in synchronicity,
nothing but the high-pitched hum of your TV
and the gentle sounds of the world waking outside
when I crawled back out your window,
kissed you goodbye,
and then rode off into the navy blue,
sprinkled with the cold morning dew,
thinking only about you.

Studio Arts Spring Workshops - Microfiction & Storyboard

MONDAY NIGHT/TUESDAY MORNING
I dropped my bike outside
and crawled in through your window
silently and softly
so your parents would never know.
We were picking up where we left off
eight months ago.
So I was barely surprised
when I found myself under your covers
looking in your eyes
and your skin was warm with lust
pressing against mine
and my hands were trembling,
closing around your thighs,
and I felt so high…
I’d left the window open
I really didn’t care.
I smelled the dawn approaching
slowly in the air
combined with the familiar fragrance
exuding from your body.
I could hear nothing but our breath in synchronicity,
nothing but the high-pitched hum of your TV
and the gentle sounds of the world waking outside
when I crawled back out your window,
kissed you goodbye,
and then rode off into the navy blue,
sprinkled with the cold morning dew,
thinking only about you.

Studio Arts Spring Workshops - Microfiction & Storyboard

MONDAY NIGHT/TUESDAY MORNING

I dropped my bike outside

and crawled in through your window

silently and softly

so your parents would never know.

We were picking up where we left off

eight months ago.

So I was barely surprised

when I found myself under your covers

looking in your eyes

and your skin was warm with lust

pressing against mine

and my hands were trembling,

closing around your thighs,

and I felt so high…

I’d left the window open

I really didn’t care.

I smelled the dawn approaching

slowly in the air

combined with the familiar fragrance

exuding from your body.

I could hear nothing but our breath in synchronicity,

nothing but the high-pitched hum of your TV

and the gentle sounds of the world waking outside

when I crawled back out your window,

kissed you goodbye,

and then rode off into the navy blue,

sprinkled with the cold morning dew,

thinking only about you.

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Integrated Studio

Integrated Studio

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