Storyboard Art by Dean Adams Curtis

It is typical of my creative processes to begin them by literally drawing out motion picture or television scenes using pencils to sketch storyboards.

I think as a visual artist, fond of pencil, pen, pastels (chalk), and Photoshop. I follow the drawing with freewriting. Thereafter, I hone, edit, recreate
but it often seems my most creative moments are the first, as I hold pencil in hand and imagine a scene.

Here are a few examples of my storyboards.

I typically draw motion picture and television series scenes,
using pencils and with plenty of erasing, as a part of my process
of pondering the characters, and the places/situations that
I am depicting them in.

In a scene from the motion picture "Pastel Party"
actress Anneka Lucas examines pastel

chalk paintings by Dean Adams Curtis, works that offer
his honest self-examination of one male's fantasies, his own,
and which led directly to his interest in prehistoric goddess worshipping civilizations. You can find out more about this aspect
of Dean's interests at a website about the subject he owns and edits.

Storyboard - Finale - "Running Jump" - Graphic Novel by Dean Adams Curtis
In 1972, with my buddy Jeff, I hop freight trains across Canada,
from the Continental Divide in British Columbia, to Toronto, Ontario.
A documentary of PBS had depicted a hitchhike across Canada, and thus it
seemed every student on summer break in the U.S. that year seemed to have
headed West, and was attempting to head home for the start of the school year
at exactly the same time. Problem was, few were getting picked up.
Jeff and I were finally picked up at dusk, after having taken a ride south
to the closest route through the Canadian Rockies to the U.S. Border.
The two guys in the car were drunk on moonshine. They were off-duty
Canadian Customs officers, or so they said. The driver drove the mountain
roads like a maniac. Jeff begged him to slow down, ignoring calls for him to "Shut up!"
That was when the drunk passenger in the front seat pulled out a loaded spear fishing gun.
When we made it out alive from that vehicle, after I convinced them to skid to a stop in Yak,
we slept under a large pine with drooping boughs. As if that weren't enough of a blessing,
the next morning we awoke to the sound of a train, whose locomotives stopped very near us.
A couple days later, after hopping several trains, we were nearly frozen one night in an open-
top truck trailer that was piggy-backing on a flat rail car. The truck trailer was filled with
prefabricated home portions that had seemed protective at first, but soon became wind tunnels
when the train reached full speed. After a night of shaking in our down bags we fell asleep on
top of the load. Then, in Thunder Bay, we slept through our passing colorfully in my bright blue
and Jeff's bright orange sleeping bags, and we slept through our being unloaded from the flat car.
We woke to each note the lack of train at our either end of the truck trailer, then the call
up from the truck's driver that the Canadian Pacific Railway police were on their way. We were arrested upon climbing down after we had quickly stuffed our sleeping bags into their bags
and rapidly strapped them back on our backpacks. We were arraigned later that day, luckily.
We told the judge the truth as I just told you. And that we were high school students without any money
who were just trying to get back home to Detroit for school. He let us go, and said to hitchhike, but no
more train hopping. That night when our story got around the local hostile, a school gym turned into sleeping
quarters for all the stranded U.S. and Canadian hitchhikers...
(apparently one had met a Thunder Bay woman and had gotten married, such was the length of the wait there!)
we led a dozen stranded hitchhikers onto the next morning's train to Toronto.
In this scene we jump off a moving train in the Toronto yard, before heading
back to high school near 8 Mile, Detroit's border.

[For that story see Dean's book "Escape From Pleasant Ridge"]

STORYBOARD - DREAM SEQUENCE - Pastel Party" - By Dean Adams Curtis
On the day I turned 35, I announced my candidacy for the Democratic Party's nominee for president.
I ran for to be Democratic Party candidate to conserve the liberal agenda that my family believed him, that I had grown up believing in, and locally working to promote.
The years were 1991 and 1992...[for more, check out the book "Running for President on $10 a Day" at Amazon.]