KunzArt

September 29, 2008

The Metaphorical Landscape

Filed under: Art — Justin @ 11:20 pm

Here are some of my plein air studies from Barrie Mottishaw’s class last semester in the MFA program at Laguna College. We met every weekend at the LCAD studio at the LA Brewery studio and various sites for painting on location. This group was painted at Runyon Canyon Park over the course of four or five Saturdays. The park is situated in the Hollywood hills overlooking Los Angeles, not far from the famous HOLLYWOOD sign.

“It stinks! But it’s a great town.” ~ Angelica Grainamore (speaking about L.A.), played by Meg Ryan in Joe vs. the Volcano

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Runyon Canyon Study #2

Runyon Canyon Study #2
Oil on canvas panel
6 x 8″
2008

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Runyon Canyon Study #3

Runyon Canyon Study #3
Oil on wood panel
12 x 8″
2008

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Runyon Canyon Study #4

Runyon Canyon Study #4
Oil on wood panel
8 x 12″
2008

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Runyon Canyon Study #5

Runyon Canyon Study #5
Oil on wood panel
8 x 12″
2008

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Just because I’m losing
Doesn’t mean I’m lost,
Doesn’t mean I’ll stop;
Doesn’t mean I would cross.

Just because I’m hurting
Doesn’t mean I’m hurt;
Doesn’t mean I didn’t get what I deserved–
No better and no worse.

I just got lost.
Every river that I tried to cross,
Every door I ever tried was locked.
Oh and I’m just waiting ’til the shine wears off.

You might be a big fish in a little pond;
Doesn’t mean you’ve won.
‘Cause along may come a bigger one,
And you’ll be lost.

Every river that you tried to cross,
Every gun you ever held went off.
Oh and I’m just waiting ’til the firing stops.
Oh and I’m just waiting ’til the shine wears off.

- Coldplay, Lost!

June 27, 2008

More Concept for Wrath of the Lich King

Filed under: Art — Justin @ 11:35 pm

Early concept for the Taunka, a wooly northern cousin of the Tauren race. © BLIZZARD ENTERTAINMENT.  All rights reserved.
© BLIZZARD ENTERTAINMENT. All rights reserved.

Funeral Pyre: A Taunka Rite
Digital: Corel Painter IX.5

This piece was recently published on the web in the World of Warcraft Northrend Bestiary. It’s one of the early concept sketches I did at the beginning of the Wrath of the Lich King.

Since then, I have painted more than fifty concept illustrations for the project, mostly color environment sketches, to help visualize how the continent of Northrend would ultimately look. It’s like being a landscape painter in a world that doesn’t fully begin to exist until we paint it. I should be able to post more of those pieces later after the game is released.

For now, here’s another one that was also recently published online:

Panoramic view of the Nexus in Coldarra, domain of powerful blue dragons.
© BLIZZARD ENTERTAINMENT. All rights reserved.

The Nexus of Coldarra
Digital: Corel Painter IX.5

I have also had the chance to paint about 100-200 textures for the terrain all through the game, and make some trees and various other environment objects. Now I’m painting the wintry skies above the northern land, modeling and animating them in 3D. I like being involved with the art from the early concept phase all the way down to the details on the ground and the character of the sky, lighting, and atmosphere.

I remember as a kid seeing movies, cartoons and video games, and dreaming I could help create something like that––only better: something even more compelling, imaginative, and immersive. I didn’t know exactly how it could be done, but I had the desire and a vague image of what animated paintings could look like.

I had no idea at the time, but there were geniuses like Ed Catmull busy inventing technologies (like UVW mapping and the Z-buffer) that would help make possible the creation of three-dimensional, hand-painted virtual worlds.

I feel extremely lucky to be able to contribute in my small way to this phenomenal game with its rich stories, fascinating characters and breathtaking visuals. I’m deeply grateful for the chance to work with such an amazingly talented, smart, visionary collection of peers, and especially for such an vast and passionate audience who make it possible for us to have such great jobs. For me, it’s really a fulfillment of a childhood dream––the opportunity I never had to work on a Star Wars or Lord of the Rings movie.

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We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill
As the day begs the night for mercy, love.

A sun so bright it leaves no shadows
Only scars carved into stone on the face of earth.

The moon is up and over One Tree Hill
We see the sun go down in your eyes.

You run like a river on to the sea
You run like a river runs to the sea.

And in the world, a heart of darkness, a fire-zone
Where poets speak their heart then bleed for it

Jara sang, his song a weapon in the hands of love.
You know his blood still cries from the ground.

It runs like a river runs to the sea.
It runs like a river to the sea.

I don’t believe in painted roses or bleeding hearts
While bullets rape the night of the merciful.

I’ll see you again when the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red over One Tree Hill.

We run like a river runs to the sea
We run like a river to the sea.

And when it’s raining, raining hard
That’s when the rain will break a heart.

Raining, raining in your heart
Raining in your heart.

Oh great ocean
Oh great sea
Run to the ocean
Run to the sea.

- U2, One Tree Hill

May 12, 2008

Mother’s Day Post: Portrait of an American Girl

Filed under: Art — Justin @ 12:08 am

Daughter, 18 x 14

Daughter, Oil on linen panel: 18 x 14″

Certificate of Excellence Award, Portrait Society of America: 2008 International Portrait Competition

This painting was shown during April in Philadelphia at the Portrait Society of America’s annual banquet in a slide show of award recipients. The prize includes complimentary tuition to next year’s portrait workshop and conference.

Many thanks to my remarkable wife and our little “princess”.

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When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown,
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone.

I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night;
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars.

Cast your eyes on the ocean,
Cast your soul to the sea.
When the dark night seems endless,
Please remember me.

When the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire,
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and the fire,

Cast your eyes on the ocean,
Cast your soul to the sea.
When the dark night seems endless,
Please remember me.

Though we share this humble path alone,
How fragile is the heart.
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly,
To touch the face of the stars.

Breathe life into this feeble heart,
Lift this mortal veil of fear;
Take these crumbled hopes etched with tears,
We’ll rise above these earthly cares.

Cast your eyes on the ocean,
Cast your soul to the sea.
When the dark night seems endless,
Please remember me.

- Dante’s Prayer, by Loreena McKennitt

January 17, 2008

Thinvasion

Filed under: Art — Justin @ 11:46 pm

This is a quick photo-manipulation at did at work the other day after someone emailed out a link about the recent UFO sightings in Texas (on my break, of course). It was the same day Apple announced their new skinny laptop, and this just sort of came to me like a revelation…

Thinvasion: Introducing MacBook Air

: jk

And while I have your attention, here’s the text of a really remarkable song by The Shins:

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Turn On Me

You can fake it for a while,
Bite your tongue and smile
Like every mother does her ugly child.
But it starts to leaking out
Like spittle from a cloud,
Amassed resentment pelting ounce and pound.
You entertaining any doubts?

‘Cause you had to know that I was fond of you,
Though I knew you masked your disdain.
I can see the change was just too hard for us;
You always had to hold the reigns,
But where I’m headed you just don’t know the way.

So affections fade away,
Or do adults just learn to play
The most ridiculous repulsive games?
All our favorite ruddy sons
And their double-barreled guns:
“You’d better hurry, rabbit, run run run––
‘Cause mincing you is fun!”

And there’s a lot of hungry hatters in this world
Set on taking it over.
But brittle thorny stems,
They break before they bend,
And neither one of us is one of them.
And the tears will never mend.

‘Cause you had it in for me so long ago;
I don’t know why and I don’t care.
Well, hardly anymore.
If you’d only seen yourself hating me––
When I’d been so much more than fair.
But then you’d have to lay those feelings bare;
The one thing I know has still got you scared––
Yeah, all that cold ire and never once aired on a dare.

You had to know that I was fond of you,
So I took your licks at the time.
A change like that is just so hard to do––
Don’t let it whip-crack your life––
And I’ll bow out from the fight.
Those old pious sisters were right:
The worst part is over,
Now get back on that horse and ride.

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