Tyler Gibb - Writer, Director, Editor, Filmmaker

Loyal subscriber to my blog! Long time no post!

Nearly two years ago I kind of hung up my blogging boots. I was doing far less “producing” of film and online content at the time. Far less interesting stuff to blog about. I shifted my interests. As those of you who know me may recollect, I tend to do that.

Turns out what I’ve shifted my attention to has become very interesting after all. Two things in fact. Screenwriting and pre-production previsualization / illustration. Eventually, I suspect, one of those two pursuits will take precedence over the other. But until then, I’m gonna wear these two hats.

And I’ve decided to once again yack about it like an idiot on social media! Unfortunately this old blog is somewhat bogged down by spam and my own limitations as a website admin. So I’m taking my new stab at online chatter to Tumblr: tylergibb.tumblr.com

Thus, this will be the final post on this old tylergibb.com blog. The archive of posts will live on here indefinitely. For posterity. For the tragically bored.

Thanks for reading and see you out there!

Tyler

Yeah. I know. What happened? I know. I took a little hiatus there didn’t I? Or, more precisely, I’m taking a little hiatus from the ol’ weblog.

It’s nothing personal– It’s not you! It’s me.

When I started posting, lo those many years ago, it was mostly to answer publicly all the questions about my work that I would get in private emails from other animators and filmmakers. Sort of an FAQ to cut down on the redundancy. That was mostly during the Minushi days and on through Refrain. And since my focus of late has become much more about writing, it’s a little less interesting to yack on about stuff that’s so behind the scenes.

So that’s where we’re at my fine, fellow internodes. Hiatus. From the blog. Until further notice.

When you think of me - and you will think of me - picture a duck calmly crossing a serene lake. It won’t look like much is happening on the surface. But underneath… Oh, underneath…

Book three of my six book graphic novel, Mankind, is now available to download. (Mature content)

Mankind - The Book of Sri sees a culmination of calamitous events that ruptures a colony of survivors of the apocalypse and drives one heroine to the ultimate sacrifice. 28 full colour pages of carnage.

Download it:

.PDF version / .CBZ version

Support the book by spreading the infection. Re-post, tweet, like, print it on t-shirts - do whatever it is you kids do these days to show you care.

This is some cover art for Mankind - The Book of Sri. Just giving the book a final polish. Should be ready to go by next week. Did I just make a promise? I guess I did.

Don’t worry, the book itself is not nearly as boring as this cover makes it look.

I used to draw constantly as a kid. During high school and beyond I would whittle away night after night illustrating imaginative nonsense. Barring a few exceptions, those drawings are now stacked in a basement somewhere. They may never be gazed upon again. I never give it much thought.

At the time, and to this day, I understood that finishing the drawing was merely an end point. Not even a goal. Just a place where I had to stop and pull out a new sheet of paper. The fact is, it was the act of drawing that was so appealing. The ultimate distraction. The quelling of the incessant popcorn-maker that is my brain.

These days I’ve been writing as much as I used to draw. The schedule has changed - I like to write in the breaking hours of the morning rather than those wee ones - but the ritual seems to be quite similar. The pieces of paper are starting to pile up again.

Maybe there is something to be said for quantity. Maybe devaluing our own laborious strokes, be they pencil or key, and our own beloved ideas helps to wash away the arrogance and fear that can sometimes come with toiling relentlessly on what we make up in our minds as precious. Maybe all the magic we need is in that enormous pile, however watered down it may be in its raw form. Just waiting to be picked up and parlayed into something else.

All I know is it is a good ritual. If nothing else. It’s good at the moment. Existentially. What business do I have cooping up all these awesome stories in my little head anyway?