It was a smorgasbord of everything that encompassed the wild, childlike macabre of Burton. There were videos, costumes, sketches, props, notes, puppets, giant polaroids, unrealized projects and oh yes, those creepy ass dolls from the Wonka Welcome Song in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
Their favourite candy is your SOUL. (Source)
It was amazing, inspiring and humbling all at once. We were literally a breath away from film history. I saw Santa Jack Skellington with his many heads and Sweeney Todd's razors. There were storyboards, sketches, paintings, and poems with words crossed out, replaced and thought out again, and again, and again.
I was particularly charmed by hand written notes about Edward Scissorhands. Burton wrote that Edward liked to make ice sculptures in his spare time and that he had emotional eyes, due to an over-sized mechanical heart. The way these pen scribbles on scrap paper summarized the character perfectly and with such affection emphasized Burton's clarity of vision and his compassion for the character.
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The other thing that struck me as amazing (and this is the most obvious statement you could ever hope to run into) was how extremely pronounced his style has always been. Everything was SO BURTON-ESQUE, even his early work. It was a young artist with his own eerie style, sticking to it, developing it further. No matter how weird people thought it was, his unique vision was something he stayed true to from the beginning...
Now people are mooning over his scrap paper doodles in a high end art exhibit. Moral of the story: all the more reason to stick to your guns if people think you're crazy.
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