Up Late

Work continues on puppet construction for “Up Late, Late at Night”

Puppet play, Up Late, Late at Night

Ophidia and I were finally able to come to agreement on the design for two of the puppets. Now for the rest…

D-Vid. This would be the base puppet. He would wear different costumes depending on his role. This would also apply to B-Max, Cass-E, Clamshell, Jewelcase, V-Hess, and maybe a few others.
T-Rash the Trash God. I need to pick up some more supplies so he is not painted yet. Ultimately he should be a dull, corroded, or tarnished type of color. I will also need to make a template of him in case I screw up the painting job.

Character design

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With the script for episode 1 of “Up Late, Late at Night finished, Ophidia and myself have moved onto designing and building the puppets. I like to design ten or so different designs then show them to Ophidia for her input. Then we will repeat the until reaching a design we both like.

Ophidia did not like any of my first designs, so she jotted designs down. She wanted a design more in spirit with this mask we bought on our honeymoon.

Updating…

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With Act IV published last week, we have finally finished the script for the first episode of “Up Late, Late at Night.” Now we begin production on puppets, props, and sets. We will also need to slide in plotting and scripting for the second episode somewhere in there.

ULLAN all started from an argument Ophidia and I had regarding which was the better year for film, 1985 or 1999. Ophia championed 1985, while I rallied in defense of 1999. We had such a good time discussing, debating, and detouring, we decided to turn it into a project.

The original idea was that we would take a movie from each year and discuss them. We tried a prototype of this, but my hand could not handle operating a puppet. That was discouraging. Around that same time, Trump got elected. With the sour mood in the air, and my own sour mood, we decided to take a break from the project.

We tried other puppets and other approaches but none worked. Then one day, on a whim, I said to Ophidia, “I feel like trash.” Something about admitting that out loud, dislodged the blocks I was having. The new format followed shortly there after.