The Tao of Toons

[Watcher]

Julian Phillips
P.O. Box 414
Santa Margarita, CA 93453
julian@tcsn.net
805-438-4363
Management: Clark Management
Agent: Elda Loesch 818-577-0981

In the realms of artworks, paintings, and drawings, what would Michelangelo, Da Vinci or Van Gogh do today with your Flash MX or computer animation programs? The images buzz with electric energy, move, dance, sing and weep on our TVs and movie screens---can they inspire the young, comfort the old, or advise the foolish? In our world of troubles today, build us a world of delights, a dreamscape we can visit, and then return home to ordinary paths, wondering. Contact animation script-writer Julian Phillips for projects, a completed animation feature screenplay, ideas, or to talk shop.

[Shany]

i doubt Michelangelo or Da Vinci wuld use CGI as it is way way uglier than original art painted with oil colors.

* i exclude Van Gogh as an artist *

[pascal]

shany.. why are you excluding van gogh as an artist??
just out of curiosity
???


P.

[Shany]

because he can't draw mabye?

[pascal]

What was that shany???

WHO can't draw??
P.

[Daniel Poeira]

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...

[Shany]

@ pascal: van goch