Posts Tagged ‘art’

Hawaii care package

We got a package from Rob’s folks today. They take such good care of us; this package included coffee beans, macademia nuts, some of Pat’s phenomenal cookies, chocolate covered macademia nuts… I gave one of the boxes of the chocolate-covered macademia nuts to the puppet shop and you’d have thought that I had given them a raise. Such happiness. Rob divied up a bag of macademia nuts amoung the different departments, but we’re taking the other bag home.

Thanks, Pat and Glenn!

Keeping honest

I’m still working on The Bride Replete

On board, the ship’s crew ran about preparing the steamer to depart, their bellies flat and taut.


Pimi’s red tunic glared like a beacon against the muted colors of Repp-Virja.

1027 words today, bringing me up to 1252.

The Art Department

Thanks to John Scalzi for pointing out this post:The Art Department: In response to the old question, “What do I put in my Portfolio?”

Figure drawing, figure drawing, figure drawing! The most important thing for a book publisher is figure drawing. You may get away with faking the rest (for a little while) but you need to have 100% solid figure drawing that does not look stiff and cartoonish. (“Poser” people tend to look weightless and artificial. Learn how to draw the figure.)

The article is very good and full of common sense.


I was lying on the floor assisting Thor during a big shot. I heard Jonathan shout, “Head, Mary, head!” I could not figure out how my head could possibly be in the frame, since I was lying on the floor, when a cart slammed into the top of my head. Ow. I’ve got a lovely goose egg right at my hairline, but am otherwise fine. Fortunately I seem to do my best work with a mild concussion. (I’m kidding, Mom. Don’t worry.)

Studio days

Ah, jetlag.

The ride in from the airport was beautiful. The landscape is very green at this time of year, and all the flowers are in bloom so there are scatterings of yellow, purple and pink everywhere. It felt good to see the sky again. It felt washed out, small and low in Boston.

Being back on set felt totally normal. I assisted Julie a little with an eyemech, but beyond that it was the standard fetching carts and waiting. I did haul my copy of Twenty Epics around to show everyone. That was fun.

Dr. Who and Greenland

Flying over Greenland

I finished my Doctor Who story somewhere over Greenland. Here’s a picture out the window when I finished. Every other time I’ve flown over it has been winter and it has been solid white. I’m astounded at how bleak it looks now.

Greenland in summer
The small white bits, which from the plane looked like styrofoam spread over the ocean, are actually ice. Imagine; twenty-four hours of sunlight, and ice is still floating in the ocean. That’s crazy cold. I saw nothing except rock and snow surrounded by ocean. Yet people live there. I don’t have any understanding of how they can survive.

My seatmates and I stared out the window the entire time we passed over it, astounded by its fierce beauty. I remembered Slartybartfast in Hitchhiker’s Guide and his pride in creating fjords. They are beautiful, but I wouldn’t want to live there.

Still, I did feel like I had been given a reward for finishing the story. I told Mr. Savile that it would be 2000 words, and it clocked in at 1984. Now I just have to edit the thing and send it off. Anyone up for reading and responding? It helps if you’re familiar with Doctor Who.

Ambassador Visits Set

Well, this is old news, but it came to mind because I was RSVPing for the Fourth of July party that the embassy is throwing. Back in March, the US Ambassador visited the set.

Unfortunately, that’s not David in the photo. There are an amazing number of photos of David floating around the internet, which are all of someone else. It’s sort of astonishing. I think he secretly enjoys it.

Dr. Who

I started my Dr. Who story today. It’s going smoothly thus far. I did have to pause in the middle of it to look at photos of the Charles Bridge, where a lot of my action takes place. I had researched it when I wrote the synopsis, but needed to get a better handle on it. Funny, most photos are from the top or side. It’s hard to find pictures of underneath a bridge.

Up all night

Ten pmAll three hours of it. We went to the hot river with a group from work. It’s about an hour drive from Reykjavik and then an hour hike up into the mountains, but so worth it when you get there. Rob had to work late, so we got there about two hours after everyone else. This first photo is what it looked like at ten o’clock.

On the way up, we passed some sheep. They were cute.

Sheep!Eleven p.m. Far, far away

I did mention that we were climbing up a mountain, right? Rob agreed to stand in to try to provide a sense of scale. It’s still hard to get a sense of it. By the way, these photos were taken at about eleven o’clock.

Jonathon in the hot riverWhen we arrived at the hot river everyone else was already soaking. How do I describe this…? It’s a river, and it’s well, hot. I mean, like a hot tub. But it’s a river and we were on a mountain and it was cold. Except for the river. Which was hot. So amazing, I can only say the same things over and over again.

Actually, that might have more to do with the fact that I haven’t gone to bed yet.

Still at it So, I’ll leave you with a shot of the midnight hour. It never got darker than this.

Now I’ll be smart and go to bed. It’s just hard, because it’s light out.

Ah, the simple things…

Not much excitement today. I did a live hand for Ziggy, but wasn’t attached to the puppet. It was just a closeup of a handshake. I also assisted Julie for a scene with her, David and Magnus. The most exciting part of today was that Kahlua made chocolate chip cookies and brought them in. It’s the little things that you appreciate most.


EggsToday Rob and I went down to the koloport to pick up our usual staples of flatköka and eggs. Usually, we just get hen eggs, but this time I saw some beautiful blue and brown speckled eggs. Two weeks ago I had picked up some brown speckled eggs from the lesser black-backed gull.

These beauties are svartflugl eggs. The svartflugl is known in english as the guillemot, which your might remember from my dinner with buckshot. Anyway, while looking for an online picture of a svartflugl egg, I found this website on the Worst Jobs in History – Roman

This is definitely not a position for the faint-hearted. Guillemots are seabirds that nest in dense colonies on the tops of sea stacks and on extremely high cliff ledges. Because of their conical shape, guillemot eggs spin on the spot rather than rolling over the edge. Their coating of guano makes them even more secure. These eggs are your quarry…

Evidentally, even the worst jobs stick around.

What day is it?

Today was busy. I did some live hand work which honestly feels like it happened yesterday. Partly I’m disoriented because we were shooting parts of three different episodes today. This doesn’t usually happen, but did today because of complicated factors involving setups and I don’t know what all. Whenever we do more than one episode in a day it feels like two different days. It’s funny.

We had some folks from work over for drinks afterwards. That was really nice.