On European animation

Despite the general consensus that animated movies are for kids, there are many examples that prove that it is not the case. Never let a child watch Waltz with Bashir or Persepolis. Both these animated movies show the devastation that war can bring to a life and are in no way suitable for a child to watch.

That being said, the landscape that is European animation does mostly contain movies that can be watched by younger viewers. One of the most beautiful recent examples is Song of the Sea.

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The story of Song of the Sea is a great fairytale without becoming predictable. It deals with how family can work or fail and how missing someone can influence your views on other people. If you ever have the chance to see it on the big screen, do. (I personally still can't believe it lost out on the Oscar to Big Hero 6.)

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You could of course also talk about a classic that has finally gotten an adaption. Now, I have to confess that I've never read the book. I have no idea how true the movie is to the book (I'm guessing not very), but I can say that it is once again a great movie with a very distinctive animation style. 

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Or how about the wonderful story of Ernest & Celestine, the unlikely friendship between a bear and a mouse. The French are one of the bigger countries when it comes to the European animated film and this is a great example of what they add to the slate.

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Another miracle of French animated movie bliss, a Cat in Paris once again deals with family. What makes a family and how to deal with the loss of a parent? Apparently you deal with it by following your pet cat who is helping a (literal) cat-burglar. To each their own way of grieving, but this one is at least beautiful and fun to watch.

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Continuing the love for French movies is Eleanor's Secret (the last movie I watched). Another story dealing with loss, only this time it's a great-aunt that has passed and left a library to a boy who has trouble reading. The fairytale characters he only knows from being read the stories by his great-aunt come alive. They tell him he is the one who needs to save them. (This movie is especially wonderful for me, due to sequences that remind me of my all time favourite movie MirrorMask and my dyslexia and thus my inability to read out loud like the main character.)

And now ending on a movie that is most definitely not made for kids: The Congress.

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Written by Ari Folman (who also made Waltz with Bashir), The Congress is a difficult movie to place, being half live-action and half animated. It's a haunting story of giving up your dreams for others and a world in which everyone is addicted to not actually existing but to merely being entertained. It is heartbreak in two hours, with Disneyesque animated sequences.

By just looking at all the posters of these movies it becomes clear that European animation is nothing like the American equivalent. The warm, fuzzy fairytales make place for original stories. The use of 3D animation is more rare, as hand drawn still makes up the greater part of the European animated feature (or at least the ones I watch). These are stories about family, about girls and women who are trying to find their place. These movies deal with the realities of life, mostly from a female perspective, without it being turned into a princess movie. There are no princesses here.

On graphic design and my love/hate relationship with it

Once upon a time, there was a girl who studied industrial design. She had looked at al the creative things she could study and decided to do something with technology that was also art. She failed to finish her degree.

However, before she decided to go to university to study the art of design, she looked at graphic design with wariness and interest. She knew herself well enough to know it was not in her blood to make something for flat paper. So after a day she shoved the idea aside and went on with life. 

And now here I am. Making posters and flyers, some for a society, some for fun.

This is what I do with too much time on my hands. I started making stuff for flat paper. This particular design is a pick me up to get me off my ass and to be a good person. I'm currently waiting for it to be printed so I can hang it on my wall.

Or this amazing work of Photoshop beauty:

which will be plastered all over the back of a Fresher's Fayre stall. I may now know some more ways to use photoshop, but my sense of composition is not there yet, it seems.

I love beautiful designs and the wonder that can shine of a well designed page, but I'm self aware enough to know I should not be the person doing it, unless I'm the only one seeing the results...

On the expected and what actually happens

The stress that is to come is already on my mind. There are still two days to go until it really will start. The meetings and the deliveries, the moving in and the new arrangements. I expect the uncomfortable next few weeks. Who knows now what will actually happen.

But I've learned over time, that my expectations rarely work out as planned.
I expected to study in the Netherlands, yet here I am, in the UK.

I expected to study something creative, like Design or Fashion, yet here I am, watching movies to write about them.

I expected hard work, yet here I am, with more time on my hands than I know what to do with and thus writing a blog post on a blog I've just started. 

I did not expect to have such strong reactions to one of my videos, that I'm still getting comments on it even though it's three years old.

I didn't expect to be making videos to start with. And here I am with a credit on IMDb because I helped a friend make a movie. 

I should have learned by now not to expect anything, but to just let life lead me on. Yet here I am, worried about next week, expecting...