It is late. I am supposed to be writing emails but emails are boring, so here’s a quick 20 min robut. I grabbed an old sketch, I think that may be cheating for speedpaint thingies but if you’re not cheating then you’re not trying hard enough. I learned that from a movie, and I firmly believe everyone should get their life lessons from television.
I should probably write those emails huh.
I’m just going to put these here for now because I am currently raging the rage of all rages.
If you’re painting something big and you’re thinking to yourself “man, this is turning out pretty good” drop everything you’re doing and make backups immediately.
Perhaps this is a sign that the full painting was too good for this world, and through the medium of photoshop higher beings ensured that it would not disrupt the balance. They also reset all my preferences just to be thorough.
This computer. So slow.
Also if someone knows the dark magicks required to properly scan really light pencil lines, I have a goat and a bunch of chickens at the ready.
Don’t mind me, I’m just waiting for this computer to load things very slowly.
Also how has no one invented a technomug? We have smartphones and things, and yet in the year twenty fourteen, there are no technomugs. All I want for my future utopia is to be able to walk into a store and look at a nice selection of cybernetic drinking implements.
Work is bleh. However, I have been blessed/cursed with a very slow computer, which means sketching can resume.
Let’s see how long I can put up with scanning things though. Every time I use this scanner, it chips away at my soul. I suspect it is trying to erode my will enough to take possession of my body as its vessel of destruction. I caught a glimpse of its name in the mirror, and it is clearly a most foul and demonic name. I’m onto you, dread Tramsotohp’ph.
A car buggy thing. There’s a lot wrong with this, but as the first painting in a MILLION YEARS (I counted) I suppose it’s okay. I’m fairly happy with the little red bits at the bottom of that radiator looking thing even if they don’t make any sense. Do you really have to justify red bits on a radiator-looking-thing?
The answer is no.
You should never have to justify red bits on a radiator-looking-thing.
There is an email button on this tumblr, feel free to use it to shout at me if I don’t post anything in a week, because that sort of thing cannot be allowed to happen again.
Random sketching. I don’t know how people get anything done in the summer, and this summer hasn’t had a terrible heat wave to force me into the sweet sweet embrace of the AC in my office.
Don’t tell anyone, but it’s possible I have been drawing silly things.
Yes, I am still mostly alive. I know all my posts start with that sentence, but in the fast paced world of the intertubes, my repeated absences are tantamount to death. And now I will take a minute to congratulate myself for using the word “tantamount” which I have never used before and oddly reminds me of steak. Mmmm steak.
The trailer I animated at Pascal Blais Studio earlier this year is finally online. There are chickens in it. They are in space. Do you need to know more? No you don’t. Space chickens people, that’s all you need.
Here’s the game’s press thingie. It’s from the studio that made Sang Froid which was a rather neat, so I expect this to also be neat. Did I mention it has space chickens?
Not sure why the full credits aren’t on the vimeo thingie yet, but basically pre-production was done by myself, Kun Chang, Guillaume Blackburn and Eric Kaplin, and all production by myself with assistance from Guillaume Blackburn, and Louis Philippe Amiot for sound. You should click all those names. Some of them might not have links but you should still click them because clicking is rad. Some day we’ll invent a pointing device that requires no clicking, and we’ll think back on the days of clicking with nostalgia, regretting all those clicks we did not click when we had the chance. Click away my friends, don’t live a life of clicking regret.
Also, I know I say this every time, but posting will resume. It’s a bit like beetlejuice, if you keep saying it he will eventually show up.
Guess what I’ve been playing.
With all the work lately I haven’t really tried to paint anything in a while, and I didn’t feel like doing studies to get back into it, so instead you get an elite knight with way too many textures (two! That’s two more than necessary!) layered on top.
I’m trying to find a balance between detail and no detail, because I love the idea of detail but the actual process of detailing makes my brain try to eat itself. Yes, I put the smoke there because I got really bored by the time I got to his feet.