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Spencer Bingham: Arts and Inspirations

I'm a 2D animator and toy collector. This space is a place for me to post my artwork, along with any handy references I find or really just anything I think is really cool.
Apr 19 '14

moriahari:

HOLY SHIT

(Source: sizvideos)

Apr 18 '14

vandaleyesarmy:

doodlesaresketcheswithnoodles:

Daily doodle #391 - Nick Fury’s new eye

I’m sorry I’m not sorry

Now THAT’S how you VandalEyes!

- Bonnie

Apr 18 '14

robbydude:

thepolymathist:

Check out this awesome set of photos taken by my bro Ray at Raymond Madamba Photography!

Little Mac cosplay: Fisticuff Cosplay
Doc Louis cosplay: Derek Hunter Cosplay
Photography: 
Raymond Madamba Photography

ROCKIN IT

Apr 18 '14
Apr 17 '14

ittygittydiddynator:

anderjak:

toastradamus:

Roger Rabbits special effects still fucking hold up by todays standards AND looks better than most films that come out NOW it was that ahead of its time

I’m still amazed that Hoskins had that little to work with. Everything about this video is awesome.

This made my day.

Oh snap

Apr 17 '14

sylvehun:

holy shit

Apr 17 '14
antediluvianechoes:

Blue Peacockidons, A. J. Trahan

This was the last afternoon the brothers would spend together. Their adult plumage was almost completely grown in: just a few gray-green plumes hung from frames becoming sleek and iridescent with vibrant blues that almost shone in the sunlight. 

The following day, the older one snapped at the younger. He whistled a territorial song—a tune that dipped low, then rose to end in three trill and angry notes—spread his arms and shook his great blue tail, fanning his feathers, trying to look as big and threatening as he could. 

The younger one was confused, not ready to be chased away. He cocked his head and chirped, then dodged his older brother’s kicks. He moved a few paces away, and the brother glared at him, sang “lu-ohn-a-ree-ee-ee” again. The younger one paced, keeping a few body-lengths between them, but edged too near, and his older brother was jumping again, lashing out with long, skinny, barb-tipped legs, mouth wide, feathers puffed. They croaked and chittered and rolled through the undergrowth, as if being tossed by the wind, one brother trying to climb on his sibling, the other spinning to stay out from under him. 

After this second attack, the younger one ran away—his brother scolding a few more territorial announcements behind him—and stopped only when he could no longer hear his brother. He inspected a scratch he’d received in the fight. Blood beaded between plumes. After nursing it, he looked around. The forest seemed larger than before.

antediluvianechoes:

Blue Peacockidons, A. J. Trahan

This was the last afternoon the brothers would spend together. Their adult plumage was almost completely grown in: just a few gray-green plumes hung from frames becoming sleek and iridescent with vibrant blues that almost shone in the sunlight. 

The following day, the older one snapped at the younger. He whistled a territorial song—a tune that dipped low, then rose to end in three trill and angry notes—spread his arms and shook his great blue tail, fanning his feathers, trying to look as big and threatening as he could. 

The younger one was confused, not ready to be chased away. He cocked his head and chirped, then dodged his older brother’s kicks. He moved a few paces away, and the brother glared at him, sang “lu-ohn-a-ree-ee-ee” again. The younger one paced, keeping a few body-lengths between them, but edged too near, and his older brother was jumping again, lashing out with long, skinny, barb-tipped legs, mouth wide, feathers puffed. They croaked and chittered and rolled through the undergrowth, as if being tossed by the wind, one brother trying to climb on his sibling, the other spinning to stay out from under him. 

After this second attack, the younger one ran away—his brother scolding a few more territorial announcements behind him—and stopped only when he could no longer hear his brother. He inspected a scratch he’d received in the fight. Blood beaded between plumes. After nursing it, he looked around. The forest seemed larger than before.

Apr 16 '14

briannedrouhard:

Stickers available on www.stickermule.com in the marketplace. They can only be sold in sets of ten, which defeats making them affordable. Hopefully there will be an option in the future to buy only one sheet.

http://www.stickermule.com/user/1070510110/stickers

EDIT:  I set up a red bubble store, stickers can be purchased individually there, and much more affordable!

Red Bubble Shop

Aaaah I’m gonna need all of these

Apr 16 '14
Apr 15 '14

rufftoon:

sircuddlebuns:

Skip the Use - Nameless World

I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS! THE SONG AND THE ANIMATION ARE SO GOOD I AM HAVING AN OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE PLEASE WATCH THIS YOU WILL NOT BE SORRY

Reblogging, because this is a better quality version than the last link I had.

Once again, music video set into the world of Zombillenium, by Arthur De Pins. The book should be turned into an animated feature film.