July 20, 2005
Mmrph.
At work.
Today's work is done. Trying to get a jump on next week's two illustrations.
Not working. Art brain not firing. Engine cranks over but does not ignite.
One sketchbook page ruined, filled with the blasted, ill-smelling detrius from what may be an exploded creativity copacitor in the forebrain. My nose is dripping carbonated maple syrup.
Send help.
-E
Posted by Eric Chapman at 05:39 PM | Comments (0)
November 12, 2003
Used SpaceCraft Lot
The idea is that in the future, with advanced technology and many of our current ways of life gone, we still wont be able to be rid of crooked used car salesmen. They'll just be selling something else; Space Craft, in this case. The scene is taking place on one of the moons of Jupiter, and Jupiter is what's taking up most of the sky back there. I was figuring that the atmosphere there might be kind of yellowish, or sienna, so I tried to keep that in all the colors.
I need to alot more time to these things so I can do more fine rendering. Right now, things are kind of general. This keeps happening.
Not as good as Granny was... not horrible either. An experiment into diffrent color pallettes, I guess.
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November 04, 2003
And So It Begins...
Eric: "I dont.. like.. Livejournal."
Dave: "Ah, y'know, I made a Livejournal like 3 years ago, when it was small, and I've been updating it every day.. and.... fuck you, man."
Later...
Dave: "Wow, man! I can see it now! David Rocamora... DOT COM! It'd be awesome!"
THUS was the scene of www.EricChapman.Net's birth, heralded by the appearance of a red star in the sky and of the two wise men Dave Rocamora and Matt Meyer, who bore gifts of amusing anecdotes and allowed the Creator to duck out of the lab and run to Subway for food! Lo, and it was written, that the Creator, aka Eric, would spend too much time tinkering with his website in the future, and thus become desperate to meet his deadlines in class. Let it also be written that this is mainly here for the Eric to fuck around with, to see how his creation works, and make notes unto himself. Lo. And Stuff.
Posted by Eric Chapman at 04:25 AM | Comments (5)