The Art of Ramona: The style of a famous animator.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The style of a famous animator.

The theme of the week is to draw something in the style of a famous animator.

The animator is chose is

Chris Sanders

For those of you who do not know, he basically designed the style for Disney's Lilo and Stitch, as well as animating in it.

Here is a few drawings in his style, maybe later this week I will edit one of them.

Classic drawing of girls. Thick legs/arms, large boobs, tiny waist.

Rounded shape animals, with almost Asian eyes.

Also a rounded creepy goblin/elf thing. Who knows, but I had fun.

So BAM! my drawing of the week is complete! ... now what do I do?

5 comments:

MelissaSeptember 28, 2010 at 3:20 PM
AWE the bunny is so cute. And I love the little GOBLIN thing, reminds me of a character I made star in that creepy little short story of mine.

Very Sanders-like Ramona.
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bloggeranonymousSeptember 28, 2010 at 11:11 PM
Sanders might be my favourite animator!!!! I love that you can immitate his style!!!
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KristenSeptember 28, 2010 at 11:19 PM
It's awesome because before I even read what you wrote, I looked at the first picture and thought "That reminds me of Lilo and Stitch," so you must have done a fabulous job!
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RamonaSeptember 29, 2010 at 8:20 AM
aww you guys are so sweet. Also Melissa dont bring that crazy story up hahah. Goblins, and crazy things! :)
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UnknownSeptember 30, 2010 at 10:29 AM
I love them!!! I think the bunny one is super cute!
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The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd,
because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?""I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!
"The Walrus did beseech."
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stoodAnd waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"

"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--

Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would beA dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.