Creating in Covid

Well, lots of free time for folks in the arts right now! So I’ve used the time to finish Henry, the stop motion film created by Elizabeth. It's about 15 minutes long, and it has taken eight years(!) from idea to completion.

Here's one of Elizabeth's very first test shots of Henry from 2012.

We are going to try to get it into a couple of film festivals before we release it on the internet. We're totally green at the festival thing, but figure we've got nothing to lose. After that we'll release it on the internet.

Elizabeth built all the puppets and sets, and did a lot of the shooting outdoors, which created some lighting/movement issues, but looks amazing. We can't wait for you to see it!

Shooting outside, 2018.

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