New semester

New semester going on over here. The projects they are giving us will be lasting longer and we'll have more to do, but somehow I don't like working in the spare time I have between classes. I guess I find the studio too noisy with three different year groups trying to work at the same time. I do really enjoy my silence. Working later at night, around 6-ish to be more precise, is something I find to be really nice. There are normally only two or three more people there, and they are all working quietly. I guess I still enjoy doing things in a backwards way from the others.
When they all go home to eat dinner and hang out with each other, I come to the studio after having dinner - ready to get some work done.

So while everyone else is being good little animators working I stay at home reading children's/teens books, scribbling bits and pieces of stories and designing characters.

Currently reading House of many ways by Diana Wynne Jones. Though I quite enjoy it, and the book before it; Castle in the sky, my favourite will still be Howl's moving castle, which I will most likely read again after this one. I really do love the books, but I'm not so found of having pictures at the beginning of every chapter, it sort of disturbs the pictures in my imagination.

I think the only children's books where I accept the use of pictures is Roald Dahl's books. The illustrations by Quentin Blak is so wonderfully childish, they actually play in my head as the story goes along. I don't think there is any other illustrator that have been able to make me play along with them no matter how good they are. I guess I'm just a stubborn artist that either reads the words or the pictures. Never both of them at the same time. If it has text I make my own picture. If it has a picture I don't really need the text. ...as proven when I was trying to learn Spanish. I was given a children's book. It was about a boy moving to new place, having no friends he was unhappy. He found a puppy he was allowed to keep in the end and he was happy. (or he was playing with a ball and some other kids asked to join, they became happy friends etc, etc.)
Now, to be honest...I don't think I read a single word in that book. I hardly even remember it being text in the book. All I can remember is the pictures. x3