I've been doing an animation about my depression from which I suffered for years when I was younger. It's been an interesting task to think about those times again. My professor and the assistant have asked me many times if I'm ok dwelling into those things again. Yes, I am. Only now it all makes sense. When you are in the whirlpool it's hard to see the meaning in it, but nowadays it doesn't bother me anymore. :) And there's something very therapeutical to draw hundreds and hundreds of images of yourself. (I have around 2500 drawn pics of myself now.) Rotoscoping is fun, even if it takes ages. There must be a small masochist living in me, because I kinda enjoy it a lot to draw 12 fps for days on end. I used to be a perfectionist, but I've been able to shake it in the last years. And with rotoscoping it's cool, since small mistakes don't really matter. People only see the overall movement, not independent images.
Except if the animation gets paused. But even then there are beautiful moments. Here's my favourite spot from the whole film. There is just something in it that makes me happy. <3
