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Every year, the Pictoplasma Conference and Festival brings together some of the world's most visionary and/or slightly-mad creators of visual culture and character design into one place
and then asks them to unleash the future of popular culture. 

 
 

For this year's conference in Berlin, they issued a challenge: they were holding an intense staredown in the medium of .gifs. One character. Looking right at you. No looking away. Unlimited awkwardness. Eek. 

 
 

CHARACTER SKETCHES

 

FINAL RENDERED

 
 

Thousands of entries were submitted. Our characters — including winning entry Oslo! — are featured here. 

 OSLO   Deep in the forest of Lungard lives Oslo, the forest spirit. He eats wild melons and glows at night. When the forest gets occasional human visitors, he sneak close to the campsite and watches the humans do humanly things. Not sure what he enjoys more; the dancing light of the fire, or the warm interaction. “Maybe one day I’ll say ‘Hi’”, he thinks to himself.   Maybe. 

OSLO

Deep in the forest of Lungard lives Oslo, the forest spirit. He eats wild melons and glows at night. When the forest gets occasional human visitors, he sneak close to the campsite and watches the humans do humanly things. Not sure what he enjoys more; the dancing light of the fire, or the warm interaction. “Maybe one day I’ll say ‘Hi’”, he thinks to himself. 

Maybe.