Sketch 365 – by Scott Hulme

Just a little figure exercise for class.

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Homework time: a continuation of the Goodfellas storyboard from the other day.  If you want to follow along: kid appears before judge; mob lawyer flashes judge a look; kid walks free; De Niro slips kid some cash for a job well done in not ratting out the others; De Niro and kid exit courtroom into welcoming arms of mob boss Paul Sorvino and his cadre of ne’er-do-wells.  (Followed by the next establishing shot of the Idlewild [later JFK] airport.)

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Just started a new class in storyboarding this evening.  Did these as part of an exercise in class, quickly sketching frames from the beginning of Goodfellas.  Not my kind of movie — but certainly good for sketching practice.  That Scorsese fellow knows a thing or two about shooting films.  Take it from me, that guy’s gonna be big.

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I did these quick and tiny versions of Shepard Fairey, Banksy and “Mr. Brainwash” while watching the interesting documentary/comedy/hoax/art piece/whatever-it-is, Exit Through the Gift Shop.

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I watched this movie today, and quite enjoyed it.  Not much else to say about this sketch!

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Web-browser puns.  Perhaps the highest form of comedy.

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Good old Friday evening.  Never disappoints.

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Don’t remember where the idea to draw this came from.  Must have been subconsciously planning for the year ahead, and the possible purchase of a stylish and super-safe family car.  Yeah.  That must have been it.

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No, this is not, as you might suspect, a come-hither look.  She’s examining a bizarre skin condition on her shoulder.  Don’t worry: she later learns that it’s nothing serious.

Probably the most compelling sketch backstory I’ve ever written.

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There’s nothing to make you feel like a sad, sorry old man than the experience of pulling a muscle in your back while straining to open a particularly tight jar.

Not that such a thing happened to me today.  Purely theoretical.

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