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Letter of Intention
Dear Animation Workshop
My name is Christine Fabricius Jørgensen and I’m 23 year old. This is my application for your Computer Graphic Art program, and my portfolio can be found on this site as well. I have chosen to apply for the CGA program, since my experience with 3D so far has made it clear to me that it is the design phase and the creation of the models that I enjoy the most, and it is also the field I would like to better myself in even further. I applied for the program last year as well, and since 3D is what I really want to do, I began to study at 3D College in Grenaa when I got turned down.
My time here has taught me to use quite a few programs I was unfamiliar with just a year ago, where I mostly used Photoshop. I'm now intermedate in photoshop and 3ds Max, and also pretty professiont in After Effect and Illustrator, though only a beginner in Mudbox. I also know how to code webpages, using HTML5 and CSS3, though fairly new at coding JavaScript.
My dream for the future would be to work on animated movies, but since I've started really working with 3D, I've begun to consider it's educational uses as well, like small animated movies of molecyles and how they react and the like. Games would be interesting to work with as well, though I would mainly be interested in the modeling part, not the code.
I'm really fond of Disney-movies, both the old ones and the animated, and I enjoyed Ghibli Studio movies as well. As for other inspirations, I've resently started to look a lot on Dean Yeagle's work, as I really like his cartoony style and interesting people. I also enjoy reading, mosly in the fantasy, crime (especially the old ones by Agatha Christie), SF and a rather unapprieciated genre: zombie comedies. I don't play a lot of games, but when I do it's mostly MMORPGs and puzzle games; I'm specially fond of the Professor Layton and Ace Attorney games. I like writing, and I went to the author school in Brønderslev in the summer of 2005.
If traveling could be considered a hobby, it's probably one of mine. I spend a year in Pittsburgh, Pensylvania when I was 16, living with a host family and going to high school there. It was then I had my first experience with digital art as I took a computer art class during my stay. More resently I've spend a year in Japan (2012-13) studying Japanese and taking traditional art classes on the side. In preparation for my trip to Japan I also spend about 8 month at the danish folk high school Bosei.
I've also traveled a lot with the scouts, at the moment I'm a DDS leder in Grenaa, but I've also been KFUM for 14 year in my home town. During my time with the scouts, I've traveled a lot around Denmark, but also in foreign countries. The biggest experience was probably the world Jamboree in 2007, where we camped in England with 40.000 other scouts from all over the world. I also travel a lot with my family, both to far-off places like China and Cube, and sailing between the small islands of Denmark in our family boat.
It's hard to mention all the ways these travels has affected me, but I'm almost fluent in English, and I speak German and Japanese good enough to go around. It's also made me more focused and confidences, as well as opened my mind to the fact that there can be more than one way to do things, and that there isn't always one right answer. Sometimes it's really a matter og perspective and traditions, and unless you know both sides, you shouldn't condem people for their lifestyles and choices. I also know that I can stand on my own in a foreign countrie country, and how to handle most problems that will come up underways.
As financing the education, I plan to do it with SU and my savings. I might take a part-time job, but even if I don’t, financing won’t be a problem.
I really hope to hear from you I the near future, With regards Christine Fabricius Jørgensen
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Name: Christine F. Jørgensen
Address: Ydesvej 4 8500 Grenaa Denmark
Email:Â [email protected]
Phone number: 26Â 37Â 71Â 64
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Program: Photoshop This golem was created by a magician a long time ago, but as the magic drew power from nature, it were slow working. When the golem finally woke, the magician having moved on to other matters. Being all alone, the golem walked around the forest, imitating animals it met along the way in order to find out what it was and where it belonged, but it found no answer. Eventually the magic began to fade, and the golem grew tired. It came across a big boulder, and it went to rest next to it, just as the last bit of magic wore off. It never woke again.
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Programs: 3ds Max, After Effect, Photoshop
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Programs: 3ds Max, After Effect, Photoshop
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The Land of the Moon and the Stars
Once upon a time, there lived a little girl all alone in a magical land. It was a land where the flowers talked, the rivers sang and the sun always shined. You would think such a place would satisfy every desire, but the girl was terribly bored. What did it matter if the flowers talked, if they never had anything sensible to say? And what did it matter that the river sang, if it was always the same old tunes? Only the old sun did the little girl like, for the sun could see far-away places from its position in the sky and had many stories to tell.
One story in particular did the little girl like. It was the story about the sun’s sister, the moon, which he had once, long ago, chased across the sky, but now had made a treaty with and both had settled down in peace. The moon, the sun told, was the most beautiful thing that had ever travelled the sky, even more beautiful than all the stars combined.
Now the little girl wasn’t sure what stars where, for she had never seen the night, but she was still filled with a great desire to see the beauty for herself, and so the little girl decided to go on a quest. The sun warned her from going, for the moon’s land wasn’t as nice as his, but the little girl refused to listen.
“You, yourself, told me about her beauty and how can such beauty bring me any harm?” She asked harshly, as if accusing the sun for lying, and walked on. This became the source of gossip for the flowers for several weeks and the rivers got, for the first time in years, inspiration to a new song.
As the girl got out of familiar habitat, the sun slowly turned his face away, and it became darker. The little girl, never having experienced darkness before, got scared and cried out: “Sun, sun why are you leaving me?” But she had already gone too far, and the sun couldn’t hear her.
The little girl wanted to turn back, but she had gone into a forest, and the trees closed above her, hiding the sky, so she couldn’t tell which way to go. She continued blindly, hoping that, somehow, she would find her way back to her sunny home. Soon the trees were all dead around her and the gloomy darkness allowed only for a dim light. The little girl fearfully began to run, as if she could just leave it all behind, but it only got worse.
That was when she saw it, the white ball in the sky, the shiny ghost face, lighting up the path in front of her. Balls of fire hang all around it, as if it was ready to shoot her down if she made the slightest mistake. She tumbled to the ground and crawled under a tree where she crying tried to hide.
“What are you crying for?” The little girl looked around, trying to locate the speaker, but she felt blind in the darkness and the white light from the moon only made her see things that weren’t there.
A boy came forth from a nearby tree and sat down on the ground beside her. The little girl couldn’t stop crying long enough to say anything, she just pointed at the moon, moving closer to him, hiding her face.
The boy laughed: “No need to be afraid, old mother moon won’t hurt anybody. Look, she is smiling!” And he dried away her tears and lifted her head so that she had to see.
The little girl stared at the moon in surprise. If she looked closely she could indeed see a smile on the ghostly ball, it wasn’t as friendly and as warm as that of the sun, but she could see a bit of the beauty she had been told so much about.
“I’m sorry, great moon, to have travelled your land, for such a beauty as yours wasn’t meant for my eyes.” She said and bowed deeply to the moon, no longer afraid. The moon, seeming pleased with this, sent down a soft ray of light as answer and the little girl started the journey home.
The boy came with her, leading the way, and revealing all the mysteries of the moon’s land to her. Here, there where no flowers to talk, but the wind sang beautifully in the trees for whoever wanted to listen, and the stars whispered stories from places even the sun had never seen.
The little girl felt sad when they finally where at the border of the sun’s land, and she turned to the boy:
“Please, come live with me, for I would be terribly lonely without you.”
But the boy had stopped at the middle ground. “However much I want to follow you, I can not. For the darkness is my home and the sun does not welcome me.”
The girl, understanding the boy felt the same for the sun as she felt for the moon, answered: “Then let’s live here, right in the middle, where neither the sun nor the moon rules and we both can be at peace.”
And so the boy and the little girl lived happily ever after, in the dawning land between the sun and the moon.Â
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