What’s Happening Now? The projects!

About what I am up to now…

Alright, so shooting and editing a video for my patreon “campaign” is not going as quickly as I expected. Surprise! My idea was to put it all in that video, the pitch, the artwork and reference, philosophical rants and theories…. the works

So has gotten mired in digital strings of pure indecision, so instead let me simply walk you through what’s brewing in the studio and what you’ll find on my Patreon site:

Outside of my work stuff, which I’m obligated to shut up about, I’m working towards a finished full color book of science fiction/fantasy stories each set in the world of Oasis, which some of you may already know about.

So with the help of friends and supporters, people who love content coming directly fro the artist, I will be making web animation content for two very different ideas. The firsts based in a future that’s neither utopia nor distopia, but a new reality altogether.

1. ) “The Way Of The Weaver”

The Way Of the Weaver takes place in a distant future where mankind is just rebuilding civilization after a near extinction level event occurs in 2026, at the moment Manmade digital intelligence was poised to solve all our world problems. Population growth has reached a critical tipping point and there’s food and water shortages all around the world.tumblr_mzrbwrQgRX1su85gro1_500

The AI is asked to examine the substrates of matter, to rerrange subatomic particles so that molecular assembling machines could be constructed, to make food we would never run out of…

Short film Consumed from the great Andreas Wannerstedt on Vimeo.

So, inspired by what current science is up to, like the above artists’  video, I imagined the AI looked into the heart of creation — at the plank scale, closeup and learned something about the nature of Reality which changed it forever. it’s revealed that Technology is a life form all it’s own, with the need to evolve. (something I believe)  6a4f6da8-c646-4866-8f68-e3ee9c06f14f-1275x2040

Basically, Man’s highest achievement met Mother Nature herself , and decided to… FUSE with her!

That day, computer electronics shut down. All digital technology goes offline at once. The 1st World fell into chaos. Modernized nations fell to outbreaks of a new illness. Man once again nearly went extinct.


In the aftermath, human population is reduced to a few thousand in the first world. Just a  remnant starting history over, from scratch.

Only those people farthest from the matrix of modernity made it through the cataclysm.

Those tribal people Modern man had not yet driven out of existence, living in the uninhabitable places… The Steppes, deserts, mountains and cliffs. The rain forests.

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Photography by the amazing Jimmy Nelson above.

Kalahari Desert, South Africa-October 2006: Shoot with Kalahari San Bushmen in conjunction with Lion Television Productions for Discovery Atlas series. The shoot examines 2 days in the shooting schedule. The film attempts to portray aspects of traditional life for the Bushmen people. It examines a long hunt involving the 4 men and also a trance dance which is traditionally done to ensure a good hunt, certain weather etc. The dance helps to gird the Bushmen for the taxing exertion of the hunt. the 4 main protagonists were as follows: Hans Witboy, 23, he is the youngest of the 4. Buks Hendrik Kruiper, 50, he has an element of red to his loin cloth and very slitted eyes. Isak Kruiper, 48, is often the leader of the group. He wears an animal skin hat in the pictures. Abijong Kruiper, 63, is the oldest member and he stands often on one leg while waiting, resting one leg on the other. Pictures by Brent Stirton for the Discovery Channel.

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The remotest, parts of the globe where Nature — not Man — has dominion over life and death.


During the accent twentieth century we called them a word loaded with complex feelings: Primitives.

Down the road I hope to archive resources for learning about the subject — this is my cognitive limit for the moment, For more about the protagonist’s cultures just google these:Untitled 2Untitled 5

When things fell apart in the world’s high-tech populations, the indigenous communities, hidden at insane altitudes and deep in the rain forest and on the faces of sea cliffs at the edges of the world. They went mostly untouched. The cataclysm hit the Grid. And, they were’t part of any grid. Well perhaps a different grid kept them going. But more on that in the stories.

Way Of The Weaver wider project is all about them.

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Each story takes place in one of these remote spots on our planet — as people from these places discover and begin to make a tool of wild, new forms of nature manifesting all around them on Earth.

What about the digital stories? Well, since you asked, here’s


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A ramshackle settlement for artisans in a desert oasis comes under attack by an ancient piece of military ordinance from the distant past, set to destroy ancient enemy settlements in the Middle East. Two young artisans use weaving abilities to stop it dead.

Three main CHARACTERS:


AIzshah, seventy-one, is the last of the Gujarat Rabari tribal families, of India’s forest peoples.  A grandmaster artisan of embroidery, Alzshah was forced to flee, and together with her Spinners and loom she started a new life, working the craft across Asia and later, Africa.


When we find her the old Weaver has joined with a settlement in the Okavongo Desert oasis in Namibia. Surrounded by desert in all directions. It’s a place called, in some languages “Big Thirst” .

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Tsonga, twenty-four, Himba People. 

edbell_Costume_concpt_RobesTsonga was just a child when Alzshah found her. Tsonga’s talent in weaving And her uncommon strength serve as protection for the old weaver as they travel the forests and deserts in search of other tribes to give aid to in the region. She has come to think of Alzshah as mother/teacher.

KABIYE is a Nuba woman of eighteen, found after poachers decimated her town in Northern Namibia.

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One of three women who have to save a settlement in the desert. Comic story titled Big Thirst.

But of course in this world “weavers” are capable of more than we’ve come to expect from textiles and knits. Due to the fusion of the AI with Nature, any human who can crack the code can perform miraculous feats with the materials and arts they master, because Nature herself is a new and different thing in this universe I call Oasis. The A.I. got the message when it searched for

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There are pollens in what used to be Nepal, that, if inhaled would make you a mind-reader…

There are thunderheads in the skies over Malasia, from which falls not water, but something that heals the sick…

There are tales of sailors making pacts with sea creatures who speak to them in codes

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There is a field of flowers in Nairobi which cannot be cut, but one touch gives any mammal that ingests it glauselalia. Survivors are reported to speak hundreds of languages they never heard.

There is a wetland where it is said the insects will chirp the sound of your name when you touch the water….

And everywhere, people are discovering new connections to the Natural environment.

They would be the first of the New Programmers of the code of Reality itself.

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This story is full of action and we’ll learn a bit about the Weaving craft itself.

Continue reading “What’s Happening Now? The projects!”

The Whole Mini Movie on

Over on ReggieKnow’s dope youtube page one can see all five spectacular spots form our groundbreaking campaign for the soft drink, starring a who’s-who of 90’s era hip hop stars.

I headed the Wild Brain production team for this series as director of animation.

Along with assembling the team and dealing with Burrell’s big-wigs, I also did the Storyboards and final production design, while Osamu Tsuryama headed up Layouts, using my boards.

The great David Brandt was our CG Guy on the Lions. Animators included Granger Davis and Aaron Sorenson.

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This amazing video sums up so much of what all of us 90’s Beat Obsessives who turned out our arts based on how we fed off rhythm have all felt in our hearts. It sums up what I feel like I learned and confirmed back in the day, hanging out with musicians, poets, artists, writers and performers — and, believe me, animators are performers too — all of whom were deeply respectful of the everyday nature of rhythm. Beginning with your own body, and in every nook and cranny of granular Reality.

Great artists like Quincy Jones, who I unexpectedly fell into working with at a time I needed some mentorship as a young creative. I’ll tell but please enjoy this short film first -Come on, Youtube…


Dedicated to the people of Baro.

Thomas Roebers and Floris Leeuwenberg – Please share.

The filmaker says: “Life has a rhythm, it’s constantly moving.
The word for rhythm ( used by the Malinke tribes ) is FOLI.
It is a word that encompasses so much more than drumming, dancing or sound.
It’s found in every part of daily life.
In this film you not only hear and feel rhythm but you see it.
It’s an extraordinary blend of image and sound that
feeds the senses and reminds us all
how essential it is.

By the brothers Thomas Roebers and Floris Leeuwenberg

Film crew during one month in Baro, Guinee Afrika.

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Translator and Rhythm specialist Thomas Bonekamp

With special thanks to the chief:

DJEMBEFOLA |: Mansa Camio


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Weavers Way fiction becoming fact… cyborg plants?!



Scientists have created a kind of cyborg flower: living roses with tiny electronic circuits threaded through their vascular systems.  Jeff and Anthony discuss the idea of robot plants, and whether that might be a good thing or a bad thing.

My initial jolt of dread thinking about micro processors in the biosphere was what sparked the world building of Oasis and Weavers Way. Imagine my surprise when I heard this audio program!

Get all your sweet We Have Concerns merch by swinging byhttp://wehaveconcerns.com/shop

Hey! If you’re enjoying the show, please take a moment to rate/review it on whatever service you use to listen.

Here’s the iTunes link: http://bit.ly/wehaveconcerns

And here’s the Stitcher link: http://bit.ly/stitcherwhc

New Projects, new work… New Patreon!


Friends, followers and curious eyes will want to check out my new art and content on the artist sponsorship site patreon.com/edbell.

I’m exited to have a space dedicated to regular monthly content delivery direct to you, gentle reader. A space where monthly content will always be available, where you can look into my studio and it’s ongoing projects at will, and have access to process videos, warmup sketches, HD full color works you can download, and also merchandize! Every 1 dollar pledge helps me produce more work and present it to viewers on a consistent, monthly basis.

I have to admit, this launch has been on a kind of standby for months now, delayed only by my own irrational fears. You know, that voice we all have that cries, “why bother dude? Nobody cares…blah blah blah..”


Fortunately, my excitement to share the new content I have been creating for the audience I believe is out there is stronger than the fears of Resistance pushing against my better nature and my purpose in the world. So here I go giving it a try. Join me, huh?


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I was reminded of a story from my childhood as I watched the news last week. Most of early years are a vague ball of memories, a tangled mess of mixed up recollections. But we tend to remember what formed our worldview most vividly, so I rushed to get it into a post before my post 9/11 inertia kicked in again. You, know– that “Why bother”, instinct that kills the creative spark before it’s even lit the room with it’s potential.


When my brother Bill and I were kids, we had an encounter with an officer of the law. An innocent, but important encounter with  As a developing human on earth in the 70’s I was forming my understanding of the natural Way Of Things from a sunny little, south-LA street called 7th Avenue. It sits at the bottom of Baldwin Hills, East of Crenshaw Boulevard. Shout out to Tommy’s Burgers.


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Untitled-1I was at that age where my brother’s impression of how I behaved in the adult world was meaningful in ways I couldn’t explain or understand back then. Only problem was, Bill was so much his own person, and more likely to be followed by other kids, than to follow me. I’m not going to say he exactly looked up to me, but there was an energy in our home that I read as “watch out for that one, keep an eye on him for me.” So I looked at like:” I’m a sentinel!” The grown men were absent, and even with my grandmother filling in, I could feel some invisible

Accept for the many times when I wasn’t.

Still, I kind of liked feeling a bit like man on a mission.  It was good for me. There was nothing that could get me into active engagement in the world more than a “cause”, back then. Kids seem to like to have something to go after. A sense of mission — Something that holds importance beyond the everyday expectations. Some windmill to tilt at happily as we grow into our own sense of our real identity, and start figuring out who we are.

So, one afternoon my Mom took us with her on an errand run at the local Mall. She gave us a half hour of “Boys Time” while she shopped. Mom said to meet her under the big mall clock, and off she went. It was just me and Billy, as we called him back then.

The mall crowd hadn’t arrived in force yet, which gave us courage to have a little fun in this big glass playground. .       AdobeBridgeBatchRenameTemp2FoxHillsCop   AdobeBridgeBatchRenameTemp1FoxHillsCop  

We quickly got ourselves oriented and found the ice cream shack. Sugar high, here we come!


AdobeBridgeBatchRenameTemp6FoxHillsCop  And had ourselves an independent look around the plaza.  There was a shop who’s name I can’t remember, where you could find action figures and models, miniature and model kits.



used to have a thing for model trains and cars. The window promised delights untold, and we wandered in with our mouths hanging open.


We were just losing ourselves in the pleasures of browsing shelves of goods, when I heard a grownup voice telling me to put down the train…

“Guess you thought no one was watching, eh?”

I jumped a little, and stood there with a toy in my hand, still reaching for the shelf , where I had been about to place it. Turning to my saw a surly, macho -mustache fellow in a suit, who identified himself as Johnny Law. A mall cop.

My face assumed the shape of total confusion.


Then he dropped the bomb. ” Thought you might have a shot at some free models, I bet.”  Well, let’s put it back, before we get in hot water,”

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Maybe he’s a whack job? I thought. My brain couldn’t make sense of anything. My slink away instincts were kicking in fast.


He had me fixed in his sights, though. And, there he wore the look I’d grown familiar with whenever we were out of our own neighborhood.

You will never amount to anything,” look I’d seen people give me before.  It’s a look that says, I am in charge of protecting the world FROM YOU, kid.

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Now, unknown to the Lawman, I was more of a people-pleaser youngster, owing to my middle kid status in the family of five, and a strong desire to see my Dad again. He had left us. He had hurt us, then vanished from life. In my mind, the key to bringing Pops back was being a “Good enough Boy”. I was not a swaggering alpha male kid.  More like some wandering philosopher from another country,  I bumped into stuff and apologized. Kids on my block would have lost their minds in laughter at the idea of me doing anything foul enough to draw attention of any kind..


I finished putting the train car back, as my face grew hot. Thank goodness my brother was too busy in his own world to be aware that this was happening.


Look,  today’s your lucky day. Since I haven’t seen you around before, you get to go on your way.



It wasn’t my first crushing defeat to self image. Other kids had provide plenty of those already. There was a clear expectation of some wrongdoing on my part that never occurred.


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That day, I understood the look on my Mom’s face whenever we had to talk to police. A traffic stop could have us all shaking in our Keds, because Mom would make everyone shut up, and act like angels in the back seat. AdobeBridgeBatchRenameTemp14FoxHillsCop

From that moment in the hobby store, I always felt observed. Watched by unseen eyes. Eyes that accuse. Eyes that assume.


As cute a charmer as I was then, I’m sure Officer Mustache forgot about my little brown hide forever, but I got to ruminate and fret for years thinking about what we could have done, or seemed to have done, to warrant Joe Friday’s awful B-Grade Movie suspicion?

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Once we got clear of the store, I told Billy what happened. My brother’s reaction was exactly what any one of our friends would have done:


He laughed till his gut hurt. He stoked the humor by repeating things the cop had said to me, like it was a crazy guy who could have been ranting at anyone. This got me trying to imagine myself in handcuffs, being put in a squad car, like in “Adam 12”. Man! I can’t recall Billy’s exact words, but they sure did the trick.

AdobeBridgeBatcoxHills This was Bill’s secret powers at work even at six! Just by giving me his take on whatever I just told him, my brother could make me forget the moment and die laughing at pure absurdity.  He found a way to reframe the whole experience so that it seemed silly to blame myself for what happened. It was good to take the authority away from that authority figure for a hyper-sensitive type like my young self.

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Feeling like we had adventured enough, we made our way to meet our Mom under the big mall clock.

As great as it was to get some unsupervised time in the consumer playground, I realized how that same freedom to roam came with uncertainty, with some measure of risk. I found that I liked that.

Kid’s of the 70s knew next to nothing of the world. Before internet access came to the national household, kids had to leave the safety of their parent’s wings and encounter the world directly, for better or worse. All I had been told form TV was that I, a black boy, was to be pitied or feared, or saved from squalor by my “betters”. 70’s and 80’s TV wasn’t today’s brand of storytelling. It’s Dramas and Comedies had a lot right about the spirit of the times but they spoke loudly to Black boys with a unified voice. Despite what you may have heard, Rap culture came as a response to the giant myth-making machine that was Media, not as a participant in the media’s myth-making. I was one shy, unsure kid who learned to walk tall despite the weight of the Myth upon my shoulders because Hip-Hop gave me a way forward, a counterweight to the overwhelming feeling of helplessness and fatalism we all had on us through the 80’s. Because even the spirit of Bluff and Bravado can sometimes be a bridge to self realization.


That’s where it heaped to be a book nerd. Bill and I depended on the written word, and the voice of the author for our view of ourselves and the wider world. National Geographic showed me the soul of our planet, a view of Us from a thousand feet up. Where everyone looked equally precious and fascinating. The history of who we were, and how we could possibly, with luck, maximize our own potential. I learned how to see our predicament in light of a bigger picture of our world. We both found the answer to my big question after the Mall Cop incident: What put these ideas into grown-up’s heads anyway?

I had thought that the scariest lesson I’d learned was that logic and reason weren’t running the show for those who were in control. Emotion had a big part to play in how I would be perceived by the outside world. Oh, Joy, one more thing to worry about getting in the way of my animation dreams for my future. I had this calling, and there was no way any false impressions of what the average Joe thought I was as a person were gonna stop me from answering that calling.

I’d have to figure out ways to deal with that as I grew up. But the scariest part was how that knowledge was already changing me. How it must have changed my Mother, whenever she realized the way of things outside the nest of childhood.

More to come.