This Sweater Is for You!: Celebrating the Creative Process in Film and Art With the Animator and Illustrator of "The Hockey Sweater" - Softcover

Cohen, Sheldon

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1550229605 ISBN 13: 9781550229608

Verlag: ECW Press,Canada, 2012

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The Sweater is one of the most beloved animated films of all time. Based on Roch Carrier’s short story, also known as “The Hockey Sweater,” the film recounts the most horrifying moment of the author’s childhood. Sheldon Cohen adapted the story into animation and created a film that is as much about childhood emotions and the desire to fit in, as it is about hockey, the clash of cultures, and a harkening to bygone times. Now 30 years later, Sheldon delves into his notebooks, photographs, and memories to recreate the process he undertook to make The Sweater. He takes the reader on a journey back to Ste.-Justine, showing all of the places and people that inspired him. He also delves into his other films, book illustrations, and paintings over his 40-year career, and along the way he gives us rich insights into the creative process.

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Sheldon Cohen is an award-winning animator and film director, an illustrator, and a painter. His films include "I Want a Dog," "Pies," "The Snow Cat," "The Sweater," and "The Three Wishes." He is the author of "The Basketball Player," "The Boxing Champion," "The Flying Canoe," and "The Longest Home Run." He has lectured at Harvard University and Concordia University. He lives in Montreal, Quebec. Roch Carrier was Canada's National Librarian and the author of several Canadian classics for both adults and children. He has been awarded the Stephen Leacock Award for Humor, Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada, Officer of the Order of Canada, and several honorary doctorates. He lives in Ottawa, Ontario.

Sheldon Cohen is an award-winning animator and film director, an illustrator, and a painter. His films include "I Want a Dog," "Pies," "The Snow Cat," "The Sweater," and "The Three Wishes." He is the author of "The Basketball Player," "The Boxing Champion," "The Flying Canoe," and "The Longest Home Run." He has lectured at Harvard University and Concordia University. He lives in Montreal, Quebec. Roch Carrier was Canada's National Librarian and the author of several Canadian classics for both adults and children. He has been awarded the Stephen Leacock Award for Humor, Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada, Officer of the Order of Canada, and several honorary doctorates. He lives in Ottawa, Ontario.

Sheldon Cohen is an award-winning animator and film director, illustrator, and painter. Specializing in the adaptation of short stories into film, his work includes The Sweater (1980), Pies (1983), Snow Cat (1998), and I Want a Dog (2003). He has garnered a long list of international prizes as a film director, including the British Academy Award for best animated film (1981), and he received the Governor General’s Award for illustration in 1991. He lives in Montreal, Quebec. Roch Carrier was formerly Canada’s National Librarian and is the beloved author of many Canadian classics for both adults and children. He has been awarded the Stephen Leacock Award for Humour, Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada, Officer of the Order of Canada, and several honorary doctorates.

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This Sweater is for You!

Celebrating the Creative Process in Film and Art with the Animator and Illustrator of "The Hockey Sweater"

By Sheldon Cohen, David Caron

ECW PRESS

Copyright © 2012 Sheldon Cohen
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-55022-960-8

CHAPTER 1

Pre-Sweater Years

1967 BY THE SKIN OF MY TEETH

IT WAS TIME to pick a career. Fresh out of high school, I was asking myself the only real question a nice Jewish boy growing up in Montreal should be asking:

"Are my grades good enough to get into McGill University's dental school?"

Medicine seemed out of my league, but dentistry — that felt less daunting. And, of course, there was always orthodontics (if I really wanted to dream high). Regardless of my ultimate calling, I was thoroughly convinced that the sciences were for me.

The sciences, as it turned out, were thoroughly convinced otherwise. Physics, chemistry, biology — they nearly killed me. Even though I received that coveted Bachelor of Science degree after four grueling years at McGill, I knew I would never have a shiny brass nameplate outside a plush antiseptic-smelling office, engraved with the esteemed title, Dr. Sheldon Cohen, DDS.

Over the next few years, however, and to my great relief, I found myself steering away from root canals and into a vast new realm where I could truly thrive: the arts.

970 HI-DIDDLE-DEE-DEE

I ALWAYS LOVED drawing. It came naturally to me; any skill carried over from my childhood was self-taught. I remember as a kid copying famous artwork from the Books of Knowledge, a popular household encyclopaedia sold door-to-door by travelling salesmen. They brought the treasures of past civilizations to our two-bedroom apartment on Van Horne Avenue. I was able to copy, for example, the Mona Lisa, a sixteenth-century painting created by the great Leonardo da Vinci. I read in one of the volumes that some historians believed it took the artist as long as fourteen years to complete his masterpiece.

And to think, I finished mine in twenty minutes (although, truth be told, my Mona Lisa looked more like Jack Benny).

With dental school now out of the picture, an unexpected floodgate opened up. My old love of drawing resurfaced like a forgotten friend. I didn't quite know how to greet it ... until the day Pinocchio came to town.

The film was being re-released by Disney and I decided to ask a girl I knew if she wanted to see it.

That date was to change my life forever — not only because I ended up marrying that girl (a union ordained as soon as she agreed to see Pinocchio), but also because of something she whispered to me during the movie: "Do you realize we're watching a bunch of drawings? Isn't it fascinating?"

I looked back up at the screen. Right there and then it clicked! I knew what I would do with my art.

1971 DRAWING 101

WITH THIS NEW PASSION leading the way, there was only one route ahead for me: learning to animate.

In the early 1970s, a new college was gaining ground in Oakville, Ontario. I was impressed by its official name: Sheridan College of Applied Arts and Technology. The course options included everything from Sandal Making and Truck Driving to Animation.

Here was a school for me! I wasn't sure about driving trucks, but where else could you learn how to animate and make your own sandals? Imagine the disappointment when my application was denied.

"Sorry," the instructor said. "We can't let you into the animation program. You don't have enough art background."

I got the feeling he thought shoes or vehicles might be more my speed, but I persisted and received a hesitant concession: if I took one year of what they called "Art Fundamentals," I would be reconsidered for the animation program the following year.

Although it wasn't to last very long, my basic art training formally began with this new course, and for the first time in my life, I felt the power that can be created on a sheet of paper.

There was a growing force behind every piece of artwork as I developed my skill from class to class.

More importantly, I was experiencing the pure fun of it all. I just really loved to draw.

My sketchbook became a constant companion and I relished filling its pages with observations of life around me. School breaks didn't deter my obsession. On trips back home, I greeted family members with my pad and pencil, recording them with what felt like a new toy — this ability to draw.

Nothing escaped my attention and some subjects were irresistible, as if calling out: "You must draw me."

Two portraits from that time stand out for me. One is of my mother, who, without really knowing it, understood the essence of art and the artist: honouring what is real and taking pure delight in it. There was not an ounce of vanity in her when those stack of curlers on top of her head called out: "You must draw me."

On the contrary, my incredibly beautiful grandmother — my father's mother — a very vain, wonderful woman, served as a glowing subject for another portrait that I framed for the walls of her apartment.

During one of my subsequent visits, I noticed her portrait out of the corner of my eye. Something about it caught my attention. No, it couldn't be!

"Bubbie, did you add lipstick to your picture?"

"Yeh," she said coyly in her thick Yiddish accent, "and a little rouge. I thought you made me look too pale."

God love this precious woman! She made it crystal clear that no artist in the world was going to play around with her reality.

1972 HIGHWAY 401

SUMMER WAS FAST approaching. I had now completed a full year at Sheridan College and returned to the same instructor with a fresh batch of drawings at the end of the semester. I was hoping to impress him with all the Fundamentals of Art I had learned.

"Sir, I have a request, if I may."

On my best behaviour, I explained that the Animation Department at the National Film Board of Canada was recruiting summer students in Montreal.

"I'm wondering if you could please put in a good word for me. It would really help to have a letter of recommendation from an animation teacher."

"Sorry," he said again, "there are other students I would send before you. Why don't you sign up for the full animation program next year and we'll take it from there."

I politely thanked him for his consideration, collected my drawings and ... bought a bag of chips.

"Ah, the hell with him," I muttered to myself, wiping the salty crumbs from my face.

The following week I showed up at the NFB interview in Montreal with a very thin portfolio and no letter of recommendation (but wearing, if I might brag, a fine pair of personally handmade leather sandals).

I will be eternally grateful to Wolf Koenig, the executive producer in charge at the time. He didn't immediately turn me away as he very well could have, but said he saw something in my work. He told me to find a desk and think of a short film I'd like to animate over the summer.

I felt I had entered Animation Heaven where that Great Editor above could not have assembled a happier sequence of events for me. All I needed now was a soundtrack of angels singing in the background and the scene would have been complete.

I was stepping into a period at the NFB, often referred to as its "Golden Years," when Norman McLaren was directing dancers for his Ballet Adagio, Ryan Larkin was wrapping up his Street Music, and Caroline...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: ECW Press,Canada
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2012
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1550229605
• ISBN 13: 9781550229608
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 222
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