Captivated by Bolt
Firstly, about a week ago, I had a dream I was riding in a house on wheels. I had no memory of Bolt in that, or of my real life, but I found this vent where air was coming in, and, much like Bolt, enjoyed the feeling of the air on my face.
Second, a dream I had a couple of days ago, I was speaking to what I thought at the time to be a Disney animator, but was merely a dream character. We talked about me needing to learn to draw Mickey Mouse. I mentioned that I was drawing another character. Funny thing is, I couldn't remember the name of the character I was drawing, and I actually thought it to be a cat.
In truth, my real life was filled with me drawing Bolt, many, many times over these last 4 months.
I leave you with this, something I wrote a few days ago:
If I want to, and I plan to, animate Bolt one day, I must, MUST know him, feel him, and experience him.
He is my symphony. Drawing him is like music; beautiful in it's simplicity and simultaneous complexity.