Program: Photoshop, After Effects
This is a frame by frame animation created in two weeks. First I had to write a one page story about myself, however it could be any genre so it did not have to be autobiographical.
I choose to do a more exaggerated version of my story. The base of the story is about cooking an egg, however there is a darker undertone of how it feels when you have an eating disorder. Where even something so simple and easy to eat like an egg feels like a struggle.
Full story
It was a regular day like every other. I had woken up a little while ago and started to feel hungry. so I got up and went into the kitchen. Hand on the fridge I opened the door and looked. And kept on looking. Staring into the endless fridge void where foods go to rot. I couldn't decide so I kept standing there. Moving a couple things around.
Finally I decided. Eggs. That's simple.
Two eggs is enough. The pan was already on the stove.
I cracked the eggs into the pan one by one. Turning back from throwing the shells in the trash, two eyes were staring up at me. Blinking. I stared back.
Slowly I reached down with my finger. Lightly touching the yolk. The yellow started to climb up my fingers. Consuming me from head to toe. I stared at my hands now completely yellow. The world around me had faded into darkness.
Then I started falling. The descent was slow, it felt more like floating.
Slowly it started going faster. Yellow flying past me. It was difficult to tell what was up and down. Left and right. After some time I just stopped fighting it. Let myself go along with it instead. Hoping that I would soon reach the end.
I landed on the ground. It was a dark barren room only lit up by the yellow moon in the middle. I walked closer to the moon. Illuminating my form. It didn't do anything. I started walking in circles around it, waiting for something to happen. Walking closer I reached my hand out, almost touching the sphere. Suddenly a sound echoed from the corners. The moon stopped glowing, throwing everything into darkness. I could feel the ground shaking. Confused, I stumbled around until I found the walls. Then I could feel it. The walls were closing in. I tried to push against them. Hoping it would stop or to find a way out.
The walls were now so close together I could stretch my arms between them and reach each side. Right before I would be crushed, yellow flashed across my eyes.
Slowly everything opened up. I am standing in front of the stove. The fan is on and the timer is beeping.
The eggs are done