Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Showreel 2013

My showreel - featuring all assignments from my second year as a Computer Graphics Artist at The Animation Workshop, Viborg.

Showreel 2013 from Katharina Goslowsky on Vimeo.

Sunday, May 12, 2013


Spring is finally here, so I drew some flowers... and a pot of basil. Just for fun.

Thursday, May 2, 2013


2 pages from my sketchbook. Just having fun with ink & watercolor.

A huge tree at Kew Gardens

Inspired by Erte's brilliant designs

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Color class

This is the result of a week-long very inspiring colour class taught by Joaquim Royo Morales. It's an illustration for a short story written by my sister in which a little boy (the hairy creature in the pink dress) is greatly distressed at not seeing the moon in the sky one morning, and spends the day looking for him with the kind assistance of an elderly gentleman. In this scene, he disturbs a cute cat's afternoon nap to ask about the moon's whereabouts.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Project Q

The result of a 3 month project at the Animation Workshop, Viborg. The assignment was to create a four-legged creature and integrate it into video footage. I designed the creature together with Lea Bøje, who created the animation. I made the model, texture/shade/light and compostion. 

We decided to design a mystical, magical forest cat, who lightly hops from branch to branch in the snow-covered forest.

You can see the final result of our collaboration here: 

Project Q - Caliope from Katharina Goslowsky on Vimeo.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Dove

Very literal illustration for a nice and short poem by John Keats. It had been sitting around in a stack of unfinished drawings for quite a while, and I finally found the motivation to finish it. Here is the poem:
I had a dove, and the sweet dove died;
And I have thought it died of grieving:
Oh, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied
With a silken thread of my own hands’ weaving.
Sweet little red feet! Why should you die—
Why would you leave me, sweet bird! why?
You lived alone in the forest tree;
Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me?
I kiss’d you oft and gave you white peas;
Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
- John Keats