A COMPANY CALLED MATTE EFFECTS -
The work of Ken Marschall & Bruce Block
Hello friends and fellow matte art enthusiasts. It is with great pleasure that I post this (hopefully
error free) concluding episode in the fascinating and hitherto untold story of the quite frankly
amazing motion picture matte magic produced by painter Ken Marschall and cameraman Bruce
Block. The previous two entries in the Matte Effects article were, unfortunately, plagued with
formatting and layout issues which if you are a frequent reader will know I've struggled with off and
on for a period of time now. I had pretty much vowed to scrap the whole blog enterprise as a
result of 'pulling my hair out' trying to make the Blogger system cooperate. I am most grateful to
the numerous readers who contacted me and offered to help. Thanks too to those 'techy' readers
who relayed much i.t 'gobbledegoop' with coding and binary to me as well - none of which I could
comprehend in the slightest, but thanks for making the effort anyway. Without question the person
I must acknowledge most of all in this endless process of ironing out the gremlins and making
some semblance of a decent finished product must be Ken Marschall himself. Ken has tirelessly
and without complaint worked and reworked the manuscript into various formats in an effort to
find one which would be compatible with Blogger and create the least number of hiccups along
the way. With the entire Part Three all laid out prior to me typing in this intro, and dare I say it,
without a single cyber 'gremlin' in the works, it seems a new horizon might just be upon us after all!
In assembling today's final part of the Matte Effects story I can honestly say that I have once again
been blown away by the extent, artistry and ever consistent high quality of the matte painted effects
that Ken has shared with me. I am ever grateful to Ken and Bruce for opening up their Aladdin's
cave of locked away magic - a tour de force of what the painter's brush and the cameraman's eye
can achieve without anyone being any the wiser that a trick was being played. I have been
constantly astounded at, not just the matte art but the utterly superb compositing and marriage of
real and fabricated elements. I've long been a fan of 'the matte blend', and the Marschall/Block
work is pretty much a benchmark as far as the technique goes. Clean, crisp, first generation work
for by far the vast majority of their shots, as the many images below will easily testify.
With today's entry we have pretty much covered probably 80 to 90% of the matte shots, as well as
the previously promised journey to the dark recesses of the Atlantic Ocean in search of the once
great and much storied luxury liner, the Titanic. We'll take a personal look at both the making of
James Cameron feature film as well as Ken's brave aquatic voyages where few have ventured.
Now, I know I've mentioned this before, but I plead with my readers and fellow aficionados to view
my blogs on something at least resembling a desktop or laptop sized screen and NOT those
damned handheld 'toy' devices that seem to have proliferated the market. A lot of effort goes
into each blog post, not to mention the enormous effort that interviewees such as Bruce and Ken
contribute on their part alone. It's simply an insult to such talented folk to view this important and
never before seen matte imagery on some gadget the size of a postage stamp! Come on guys,
if you love the artform as much as I do, do all those great matte exponents proud and treat it with
the respect it deserves.
I sincerely hope you enjoy today's blog... it really is something else!
Matte painting from MOVING VIOLATIONS
Close view with my hand giving a sense of scale against the artwork.
Here's one of the finished cards used for the backlight passes. This one could be called the "background" pass.
This is the second backlight art with details that laid over the earlier backlight art, in contrasting colors.
A rear view of one of the backlight cards showing various colored gels taped in place.
Finished composite, dated Feb. 18, 1985.
The matte in place (black camera tape applied to the glass on the matte box in front of the camera lens).
The rotoscoped tracing on the back of the card, which shows perspective lines and the position of the soft matte line. The information would then be transferred to the other (glossy black) side of the card for painting.
|Here I'm touching the painting to show the scale of it.|
|Finished composite, dated Feb. 28, 1985. Parade floats come tearing around a corner in the far distance and rush toward us, then around the foreground corner, heading off to the right.|
|This overlay shows where the "animated" people are, double exposed over the painting in a separate pass through the matte camera.|
|The backside of the "animation card" showing all the little pieces of colored gels taped in place.|
Dana's Nursery at night from the film MOVING VIOLATIONS, here as original unmatted view.
Original plate masked off.
Rotoscope on the back of the painting, giving me perspectives, from which I laid out my new buildings. Bruce has added notes.
The finished composite, dated March 22, 1985, including backlit neon and other light elements burned in on a separate pass.
Close-up showing some of the artwork for the backlight pass (details scraped into black Cel-Vinyl and gelled from behind).
Back side of the nighttime lights burn-in artwork showing the various colored gels taped in place.
... and a close-up. Since the card stock we used wasn't opaque enough, for double-exposure backlight passes like this I always added a layer of Exeter paper which is completely lightproof and filled in other areas with camera tape.
The matte art.
Here's the same scene timed much darker and with a separate backlight pass to burn in the house lights and stars.
The matte painting.
|The final painting.|
|The artwork for the house illuminated by the lightning was done on Mylar while simply laid over the background painting of the house and then double-exposed on a separate pass through the matte camera.|
later I tried to find any information I could on this "sound demo"
movie and finally came up with a few things. Here's a web page that
mentions it. The sequence can be found in this amateur home video found
on YouTube at 0:35, 4:02 and 6:41:|
For Stephen King's PET SEMATARY I painted a small proposal on a photographic print of the location. Only the foreground rocks are real. The proposal with notes by the art director written on a Mylar overlay..
Original photography before matte was added.
The matte in place.
Final composite, completed Feb. 1989.
We did a matte painting for an Anita Baker music video in September of 1990. Here's the rough concept drawing, done by Bruce, to show me what the director had in mind.
Final painting. I believe we added DX'd sparkles to the river down in the gorge. I have searched online for this video and can find no mention of it anywhere. I have no clip showing the final composite.
Close-up of part of the ShoWest painting, as rendered in 1990.
Showing the scale of the ShoWest artwork.
I have no film clip showing the original location without the matte, but here's the matte in place.
---------- Q & A with Ken...
Q: Your Titanic fine art and illustrations are remarkable, and I assume rightly or wrongly that this is what brought you to the attention of one James Cameron (himself a former matte artist and effects man) in the mid 90’s. KM: After TERMINATOR, I didn’t bump into Cameron again until an April 1992 screening in Burbank of a TV documentary about the filming of the Imax movie TITANICA, narrated by Walter Cronkite. An Imax camera had been taken down in a submarine a few months earlier with oceanographer/photographer Al Giddings. After the screening, to my surprise, I noticed Cameron there, deep in serious conversation with Giddings and perhaps a small group. I wanted to just say hello, so I stood and waited for a break to get his attention and then briefly greeted him. I explained that I was the guy who did the matte for his TERMINATOR eight years earlier. It didn’t seem to quite register who I was, and it was an awkward encounter. But I had interrupted an intense discussion, so it’s understandable. Driving home down the 405 freeway that evening was memorable; the Rodney King verdict had come down that day, and L.A. was on fire. In retrospect, Cameron attending that Titanic documentary screening showed his early interest in the subject, and it was no doubt one of the inspirations that spurred him on to want to dive the wreck himself. In September of ‘95 I caught wind of a report that Cameron had just returned from an expedition to film Titanic’s wreckage and was planning a theatrical feature about the subject. As you can imagine, having had personal experience with the guy’s perfectionist tendencies and intense focus on detail, I was terribly excited by the prospect of this man producing a major motion picture about Titanic with the visual effects that his films were known for. I phoned Lightstorm Entertainment in Santa Monica and spoke with John Bruno who was then slated to be in charge of effects, if I recall. I told him a little of my background, mentioning the large book Titanic: An Illustrated History for which I had recently done a lot of paintings. To my surprise and delight, John told me that Cameron had the book, that he referred to it often and that he would like to set up a meeting with the author, Don Lynch, and me as soon as possible.
That meeting took place shortly after in Cameron’s office at Lightstorm. He didn’t appear to recognize me, and this time I thought I’d stay away from the subject of the TERMINATOR matte. We stuck to Titanic business. He told us how he had pitched the film concept to the Fox executives as being, in simple terms, “Romeo and Juliet on the Titanic” and using our book, pointing to various paintings I’d done and saying, “I can do this. I want to bring this to life.”
The book Titanic: An Illustrated History, authored by Don Lynch, was inspirational to Cameron in the conception of his 1997 epic movie TITANIC.
Don and I were each given a copy of his “scriptment” to read, and other meetings followed. I was hired on to assist the art department with research and set design, opening my archives and providing reference material to enable the sets to be as accurate as possible, something that was a high priority from the outset. Many other films had been made on the subject through the decades, but all had cut corners in the accuracy department, some to an inexcusable extent. Jim, as Cameron preferred to be called, wanted none of that. “If there’s any way we can do it, that’s what I want to do. This has to be right.” At times I kind of thought I’d died and gone to Heaven. We were well into set design when the project was finally greenlighted by Fox. I guess it took a while to work out some kinks, but with Jim’s successful history with Fox I don’t think it was ever in serious doubt that we would get the go-ahead. It was many weeks into my employment there when, one day, Jim suddenly appeared in a doorway looking at me quizzically. Pointing to me, as I recall, he said slowly and in a slightly unsure tone, “You painted the matte for the final scene in TERMINATOR.” The jig was up. He remembered me. “Guilty,” I responded, sheepishly. Doing all those tests and making changes to that matte had been a headache for both of us, and I had feared that he held it against me all this time. But he assured me that he harbored no hard feelings whatsoever, and I had worried for naught. Following several months at Lightstorm, after the sets had largely been drafted, I transferred over to a huge old airplane hangar at the former Hughes Aircraft facility in Playa Vista where Digital Domain was busy getting ready to start on the miniatures. There, as I had done on RAISE THE TITANIC almost two decades earlier, I circulated among the crew, trying to make sure that they had all the reference material they needed at their fingertips and that any questions were quickly answered. With several Titanic miniatures being built in varying scales, two Southampton tugs, a Cherbourg ferry named Nomadic, and a bunch of interiors, it was a daunting task for one man who simply couldn’t be standing at everyone’s side at once. But despite a few flubs, inevitable with such a gargantuan project, amazing results were achieved. The largest of the miniatures was the 1/20th-scale (44-foot / 13.5-meter) model of the whole Titanic, while parts of the ship were modeled in various larger scales. They were immense and breathtaking to behold, every rivet meticulously applied.
Several of my paintings from the book (on the left), paired with corresponding scenes from the film.
Then it was down to the just-completed Fox Studios Baja, a few miles south of Rosarito, Mexico, about a 3 1/2-hour drive from my home in Southern California, where the numerous virtually full-sized sets were already under construction. At that point the crew was like a small army, the sets had long since been designed up north, so there was little I could do but watch history slowly rise and reappear before my eyes. I don’t even know how many times I went down there between October ’96 and March ’97 when the final sinking scenes were filmed. I visited maybe every two weeks or so, on average. I could bring a few others with me, but often when people, even longtime Titanic buffs, heard that the studio was about 40 minutes south of the border, they balked. I tried to persuade several that if they didn’t experience these sets they’d regret it the rest of their lives. I would tell them, “Think TEN COMMANDMENTS meets TITANIC,” but sometimes it was to no avail. Mexico is a third-world country or, according to some, a “developing country;” parts of it can be dangerous, particularly Tijuana at that time, and the route took us briefly through that city.
Posing next to various miniatures built by Digital Domain for TITANIC.
To this day I’m not really all that clear on what matte paintings were done for the film. I don’t think too many, mostly patch jobs, I think –– fixing/blending seams between live action, sets and miniatures. There were several painted backgrounds portraying Southampton during the ship’s departure and one showing the rescue ship Carpathia, but I can’t really think of too many others. I was never a serious candidate for doing any matte work, having my hands full with the other tasks. Jim did kindly set me up with an in-depth tour of Digital Domain which was slated to do mattes for the film, and I spent a few hours watching a guy work at his station as he explained his process, but it never developed into anything. I dropped the ball. It was all too technical and scary to me. My artwork does appear in the movie, though. The large painting that hangs over the first-class smoking room fireplace is a copy of the original, titled Plymouth Harbor, painted in oil by the legendary British artist Norman Wilkinson. No photograph of the original painting was known to historians when the film was first being planned, and we knew we’d have to concoct some imaginary composition. Just as the art department was about to face that challenge, a small, halftoned (screened) black-and-white reproduction turned up, a yellowed page from an old publication if I remember, apparently recently found among the late artist’s effects. Using only a photocopy of that, a staff artist at Lightstorm did an acrylic version of the full-sized painting for Jim’s approval. Jim thought it looked unfinished, and he and I could see several missed details and discrepancies between the painting and the old photograph. He offered me the challenge of adding more detail, augmenting the sky and water and going over the entire thing to give it a more finished look. I believe it was about then that a color photocopy was received. In a bit of fortuitous luck, Mr. Wilkinson’s son Rodney, who was also an artist, had recently recreated the painting in the style of his father, to be displayed at the Southampton Maritime Museum, using notes his dad kept while working on the original. Although I only had the two relatively small photocopies, with this added color reference I went into the prop painting, making numerous changes and improvements to bring it into line with the long-lost original, adding many details, and then gave the surface a thick, glossy, brush-strokey finish that would appear on film to be oils.
Former ILM artist Christopher Evans at Matte World outside of San Francisco rendered this
traditionally painted, though digitally completed matte shot for the final act of the epic film.
But with no close-up photos of either the original or the son’s reproduction, I knew that our prop painting was just a decent approximation, good enough for the camera at a distance but in no way definitive. At one point Jim asked me if I wanted the painting after the filming. But it just didn’t meet my exacting standards. I politely declined. At that early stage of production, still working in Lightstorm’s art department, I simply had no idea what this total TITANIC movie experience would become, what a life-changing, memorable time it would be for me. It gave birth to a longstanding working relationship and friendship with Jim and others that continues to this day, leading to his asking me to come along and dive with him to the wreck on two additional expeditions undertaken to further document the site, and participation with him in television documentaries and books. It’s been an amazing ride, and I owe a lot to him. For all those reasons, and that TITANIC quickly became history’s most popular and profitable movie, not to mention tying BEN-HUR for the most Oscar® wins of any film up till that time, I deeply regret not accepting Jim’s offer of that painting when I had the chance. Oh, how I kick myself. Q: Of course you played a key behind the scenes role not only in the Cameron motion picture but also in some major real life exploration and documentation of the actual wreck itself. Now as someone not entirely happy in a confined space myself, I’m mortified by the prospect of being in a submersible, as you did on several occasions I believe, let alone diving to the actual Titanic wreck miles down on the Atlantic ocean floor. I simply must hear your first timer impressions and recollections of that event. KM: My first dive to Titanic wasn’t my first submarine experience. I know this is all off topic, but if your readers want to indulge me, I can give you some background: Aside from the diving bell that they used to have in the late ‘50s at Avalon, on Catalina Island; the submarine rides at Disneyland and Disney World; and a brief climb down into the submersible Alvin in 1987 (high and dry on the deck of a ship), my first real sub dive came in the summer of 1993. After doing many paintings for Bob Ballard’s various books on his discoveries and explorations of Titanic and Bismarck, his publisher had enlisted me to illustrate the book about his next project –– a National Geographic sponsored expedition to document Lusitania which sank in 1915 just off the coast of southern Ireland after being torpedoed by a German submarine. I was to be given a dive to the wreck in the two-man mini-submersible Delta, operated by Delta Oceanographics. The wreck lies at a shallow depth of only 300 feet, so the commute from the support vessel Northern Horizon only took a couple of minutes. The sub was really tiny, like an oversized torpedo, but quite efficient and maneuverable. It had a pressure depth of 1500 feet or so, so we were well within the safe zone with nothing to worry about. But still, I’m with you, Peter, on the claustrophobia thing. I was none too thrilled about crawling into this tube and lying down prone in the front of it, looking out its viewports while the pilot sat on a stool behind me and drove it. But I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. The sub had been on over two thousand successful dives in its career. What could happen? In the unlikely event that the single propeller got tangled in debris or something, the pilot could actually detach the tail from inside and we would pop back up to the surface. But there had never been an incident that called for that. As it happened, Lusitania historian Eric Sauder and I had traveled to Ireland together to participate in this expedition, and as we didn’t know if we’d get more than the one dive (anything could happen preventing Eric from going later), rather than try to pick who should go –– the artist or the historian –– on what might be our only opportunity, we decided that it would be ideal if we could dive together and be able to communicate with each other, in effect covering twice the ground. The Delta guys said that two adult observers had never tried to squeeze into it at once, only kids had. So it would be a first. It was determined that by taking out a little ballast the added weight was no problem to lowering, hoisting or navigation, so off we went. I think the scariest part was lowering myself through that narrow hatch at the top and committing myself to this highly claustrophobic experience. That’s when the feeling of being trapped, the fear of drowning, hit me. But it’s like roller coasters: Watching them flying around precariously, if it were the first coaster ever made and the first time you’d ever seen one, you’d never get on the thing. It’s obviously far too dangerous; it’ll fly off the tracks at any moment. But when you know that a coaster has been operating safely for years and that not a single soul has ever been injured, it makes a huge psychological difference. You recognize the potential for danger, but you also know it hasn’t happened. What are the odds that I, the five millionth rider on this particular coaster, will die on this thing, right now?
My copy of British artist Norman Wilkinson’s Plymouth Harbor upon completion in November 1996 and the painting as seen in TITANIC, framed on the set of the first-class smoking room.
It was indeed cramped inside, as expected, and I could basically only look out the front and one side port while Eric could only do the opposite, but we managed. Within two minutes we had reached the gravelly bottom and were heading toward the wreck. The deep, deep intense green of the water outside will always remain vivid in my memory. It wasn’t very clear; with the sub’s exterior lights on we could see maybe 25 feet or so, at most. We asked our pilot, Chris Ijames, if he could turn off the lights so I could get a sense of the ambient lighting for my upcoming artwork. Interestingly, we could see a lot farther with the lights off, a supremely eerie scene, but it was so dim and “hazy” that the lights were definitely an advantage for close exploring and examination. I could go on for pages describing the experience, but this isn’t the forum. I’ll cut to the chase: After maybe 45 minutes probing Lusitania’s stern area, we were moving forward over the collapsed port side of the hull when the propeller sucked up a fine Nylon strand of an old fishing line, one of many caught on the wreck, which quickly wound up into a heavier entanglement. The propeller seized. Chris tried reversing the prop, everything he could think of, to no avail. We were trapped. After all the dives this sub had done without incident, it had finally happened. Sure enough, on our dive. Long story short, after much discussion with the surface via underwater acoustic “radio,” Chris did what he was trained to do, crawled back in the small hull and somehow released the whole rudder/prop section without flooding the sub itself, freeing us to float back up to the surface at a significantly bow-down angle.
Two shots I took that illustrate the small size of Delta. The pilot sits upright with his head in the raised “dome” with viewports all around. Observers lie down in the space forward of that.
Q: Were you ever frightened during any of this. KM: Amazingly enough, not really. Our pilot’s reassuring calmness and good humor made it seem oddly routine, something we just had to wait out while, we imagined, discussions no doubt ensued on the surface about how National Geographic could get this on video for the show, and so on. If you let yourself go there, sure, you could work yourself up into a terror. There were times when I just had to keep my mind on the mission, not think about where I was. It was more disappointing than anything. “Just our luck,” we said to ourselves. “What are the odds? Our one dive to Lusitania, and we had barely begun.” Fortunately we were given a second chance a few days later and were able to explore and study more of the wreck, this time without incident, thankfully.
My painting shows us trapped in the net just above Lusitania’s collapsed port hull, an open doorway just below, on August 4, 1993.
Roy Disney and his wife came out and visited our ship during that expedition. I don’t remember if they were vacationing in Ireland at the time or what, but somebody knew somebody, and they were invited aboard for an afternoon while Ballard gave them the tour and they watched the goings-on. I was stunned by Disney’s resemblance to his famous uncle. I never met Walt, but at age 15 I did take a decent picture of him as he, the Grand Marshal of the 1966 Rose Parade, was slowly driven by. He turned and looked right in my direction as I snapped the pic with my Brownie Starmite camera.
In a painting I did for the book Exploring the Lusitania, the mini-sub Delta examines the port side of Lusitania’s bow in 1993.
Two years later Ballard again had me along, this time on an expedition to explore and document the wreck of Britannic, the second of Titanic’s two sisters, which had struck a German mine in the Aegean Sea in 1916 while serving as a hospital ship. Fortunately no patients were aboard as the vessel was on its way to pick up injured in Moúdros, on the island of Limnos. I would be doing paintings of the ship for an upcoming book called Lost Liners. The wreck, the largest passenger ship on the sea floor in the world, lies on its starboard side in 400 feet of beautifully clear water and is in remarkably intact condition. On this trip the U.S. Navy’s nuclear research sub NR-1 was used, and I went down one day for a good study session. Unlike at Lusitania where the water had a deep, saturated green color, here it was turquoise blue and much brighter. The visibility was so good that when the sub had only begun to descend I could already begin to make out the fuzzy shape of the dark hulk far below against the snow white sand.
My Brownie snapshot of Walt Disney, Grand Marshal of the 1966 Tournament of Roses in Pasadena, California, taken New Year’s Day 1966. What a thrill it was to see him in person!
The U.S. Navy nuclear research sub NR-1.
NR-1 is the largest sub I’ve experienced, with a 12-man crew, as I recall. So in this case I suffered little or no anxiety, with a team of very experienced Navy crew and several officers at the ready in case of any emergency. The small viewing area is up forward under the control center, or bridge, accessible through a hatch in the floor. I spent many hours down in that little observation area, sketching and photographing. While touring around we found all four of the ship’s funnels scattered about, all but one some distance from the hull, each having been witnessed to topple over and break away as the ship rolled during the last stage of the sinking. The funnels were in amazing condition, each in one piece, with their ladders and whistles still attached, although a bit flattened. The dive was to be maybe six hours or so, but the weather deteriorated up top, got rough, and it was decided to remain underwater throughout the night. I was fed along with the crew, in shifts, at a small table, and given a “rack” to sleep in. The next morning the wind and waves were just as bad, and in the end we stayed down throughout that second day, as well. By the time we surfaced we had been hovering over and around Britannic for just under 48 hours straight. A lot of study and documentation, including detailed side-scan sonar mapping, were accomplished during that time. And then, Titanic. In 2000 I was invited along on a segment of what would be the last major Titanic artifact recovery effort, using the twin Russian submersibles Mir-1 and Mir-2 and the support/research ship Akademik Mstislav Keldysh. I was there with notebooks full of archival photographs to assist with identification of objects and so forth, not really knowing or expecting that I might actually dive. But one day I was told I could go the next day if I wanted.
This artwork shows the wreck of Titanic’s sister ship Britannic resting at a relatively shallow 400 feet, just off Greece. It is the largest passenger shipwreck in the world.
It takes about two hours forty minutes to free-fall, at about 1 mph, to the bottom where Titanic rests at about 12,500 feet. The air pressure inside the sphere remains at “one atmosphere” throughout the dive, the same as it on the surface when the hatch is closed, so there are no potential ear aches to worry about. I’d been told it gets very cold inside (the outside water temperature is just above freezing at depth, with only the heat of our bodies and the various electrical equipment to heat the space), and I don’t like to be cold, but I never, in all my Titanic dives, really felt too uncomfortable. I don’t recall ever needing more than a light sweatshirt. There are dark blue padded vinyl mats for the two observers to lie on on either side of the pilot who sits in the center, and each observer has a viewport about four or five inches in diameter, while the pilot’s port is about eight inches. Q: It sounds like the existence of a gunner in the dome on the underbelly of one of those B52’s – prone, uncomfortable and vulnerable. KM: There were many distractions outside that took my mind away from any discomfort. A real highlight of descending through the pitch-black water column and ascending again later is passing through the region of bioluminescent creatures. With the outside lights turned off to conserve battery power, it was astonishing, simply awesome, to peer out of the port while we slowly moved vertically through the water, our turbulence disturbing thousands of myriad living things and causing them to light up in their varying hues of greenish yellow, lavender and white. There were individual bursts and rippling, undulating chains of light. Sometimes I could see the bluish glow from a larger creature far off in the black, mysterious distance. It was creepy and utterly wondrous at the same time, the ultimate “immersive” experience, absolutely magical and almost as interesting as exploring the wreck and debris field itself. It proved to be a fascinating study in how different we humans are, as well. While I was glued to my viewport oohhing and ahhing over the glowing wonders drifting past outside, one fellow observer across from me on a later dive (his first) couldn’t have been less interested in the spectacle on display outside our sub. Go figure.
Two shots taken during Mir dives between 2000 and 2005. Between expeditions their orange tops were repainted red.Q: So Ken, your life has clearly been a series of exciting, satisfying and memorable events and opportunities where it seems to me that all of your professional wishes had been granted… and then some. What more could one ask for.
Assembling these old, faded film test clips and scanning, color-correcting (I’m stunned by how magenta some of them have become, despite being kept in complete darkness), cleaning and otherwise restoring the imagery for posting in this blog has been a cathartic journey. Our traditional original-negative matte-painting work just slowly died, killed off by digital, leaving me with a sense of loss. I've missed it. And this blog project, something that’s taken over six months to pull together, has allowed me to finally tie it all up with a bow. It’s closure. And I needed that.
Magenta faded 35mm of some 30 years in storage clip now restored.
Although Bruce and I kept our heads low and never sought the limelight, when Mark Cotta Vaz and Craig Barron published their seminal work The Invisible Art, it caught us completely by surprise. We had no idea someone was putting together such a massive and detailed volume, flattering matte artists known and unknown, and it stung that we were never approached and our decades of work never mentioned. We had kept such a low profile, I guess, that the authors didn’t even know of us. So, to finally have some of our efforts recognized here in this endlessly fascinating blog, interviewed along with so many other legendary and stellar names in the world of matte art, is an honor and, frankly, a healing experience for us. On behalf of Bruce and myself, thank you, Peter, for contacting us and offering us this opportunity. And thank you for all your work in continuing to bring the traditional art of matte painting to light and keeping the flame burning.
A substantial matte from the film NOTHING BUT TROUBLE
Q: It's been a true pleasure Ken, and I wish to thank you and Bruce for your
enthusiam, generosity and patience with this endeavour. I'm sure my readers
all feel likewise.
firstname.lastname@example.org. Serious inquiries only, please. To see more of Ken’s Titanic artwork, check out www.KenMarschall.com Both of Bruce Block’s books are available at Amazon.com.