I started this piece, titled Apropos, in December of last year, and finished it today, January 20, 2021. It was to be a quick fleshing out of some warm-up type line work I often do in the hope of selling it as I’m in the process of setting up an online shop. The intention is to pull the bulk of all this line artwork I have stacking up out and polish whichever parts can be made presentable and sell-able. This was to be the case here, anyway. As it turned out, I kept going until I was about half-way through with what you see here, and decided to start documenting my progress on video. After about 13 videos, each over an hour, with some close to two hours, and not a little off-camera work, I arrive at what you see here. I intend to post the progress videos every week until I run out of them, as well as a time-lapse version. This is the start of what I hope to continue doing — making art on camera with ample commentary to fill in the visual component. Where: my page on Facebook (Art of Eric Seaholm), Instagram, and here on my website, all linked via my YouTube channel (under my name, Eric Seaholm). When: I’m hoping before this week is out. I’ll keep you posted •
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Born on July 21, 2020, and hatched today, July 23, 2020 — CHROMANOODLE!
This first episode is titled “The Smell of Noodle”, and features a new original tune and background image.
Click here to access the YouTube channel – CHROMANOODLE
Original tunes and artwork will be posted on the Chromanoodle channel.
Look for it on YouTube, and enjoy •
The neighbors often made too much noise. Nearly every night the neighbors were too noisy. Why can’t they pipe down, he wondered. I can’t sleep. It’s late. What can I do? There wasn’t much he could do because the noise was within an acceptable range–legally, anyway. After many years of noise, he decided to take action. The following afternoon he went over to the neighbor’s house and knocked on the door. Right away a baby started crying. A moment later the father opened the door, not looking too happy. I just got her to sleep, and now–he gestured to the noise. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. You didn’t see the sign? He pointed to a sign displayed prominently on the door–baby sleeping, please come back later. Oh, I didn’t see it. Again, my apologies. He waived it off. Water under the bridge. So what can I do for you? Oh, yes, I just wanted to ask you to keep the noise down at night. I can’t sleep due to all the racket. Oh, ok, no problem •
What do you see? It’s not real. It never was, and, uh, it never will be. All you have to do is understand that nothing stays the same. It doesn’t. This moment right here—it’s gone. Where did it go? Doesn’t matter—it was. Where does it go? Doesn’t go anywhere—it just ceases to be •