Eric Seaholm

Artist, filmmaker, musician, furniture maker, husband; living in Tokyo, Japan.

In Remembrance of a Memory

We were in a cubby of a town in an elevator on September 22, 2009. I was flattened against the wall, and she found that hilarious. I might have screamed during her hilarity fest, but it is not important now. All that is important at this point is getting this thing posted •

What Does [it] Represent


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A pencil drawing in progress. I point out what I worked on the other day. It was a good session, but as of now I still don’t know where this will lead. Not important, though •

Tat of Reciprocity

This quick ballpoint pen sketch I sent to my new friend, Mark Reep. Check out his wonderful artwork on his site here — markreep.net — I’m sure you’ll agree his drawings are amazing •

Virtually Touching

I often like to put my physical images through digital filters. Just as often, that which I can touch has more value for me. The pen or pencil to paper is immediate, whereas anything done through the computer feels impossibly distant. Regardless, it’s fun •

Modified Easy

How easy should it be? To toil over self expression seems to miss the point, though some effort above the standard can optimize output. This was easy, is my point. Regardless, the image pleases me •

Framed Like This

Philosopher’s Comforter – This was drawn for an art show in Tokyo back in 2009. One of the few drawings I’ve signed •

Ball of Ravel

I often wonder how much it will take to get my work noticed. Although art isn’t – or shouldn’t be – about recognition of the artist, it is intended to be recognized by someone other than the artist. That may not be true for everyone, as some artists do fine by simply creating for themselves, but if art is to communicate anything, it needs an audience. I’m creating art everyday. I’m not posting it everyday, or trying to promote it as often, but there is some effort there. This is what I’m wondering – how much is required in order to find that tipping point. It may be just a matter of time and space •