January 2017 | Daily Art

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January 2nd, 2017

Ink and watercolor because the sky looked like a painting today


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January 3rd, 2017

Sketchbooks become visual journal of-sorts once you carry them with you for long enough, like vacuums that collects the teensy dust spectacles of everyday life.


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January 4th, 2017

Dancing, dancing


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January 5th, 2018

Celestial


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January 6th, 2017

My mind likes spinning up flat characters from mid-air, this one likely Marukami inspired Maybe this is what May Kasahara looked like from Wind-Up Bird Chronicles.


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January 7th, 2017

First digital comic. Was inspired to draw this as we skirted down the highway from the mall. Here’s a visual ode to: driving around the city to blaring music, setting suns and good vibes.


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January 8th, 2017

Just wanna have fu’un. Lips embodying experiences, like moving memory capsules. 

On a side note: is there a scientific name for lips?


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January 9th, 2017

Year after year, I return to the same conclusion. And that conclusion is what pushes me to calculated impulse, almost like Freud’s trauma theory, except maybe repeating mistakes to fix the first one made.


January 10th, 11th, and 12th, 2017


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January 13th, 2017

It’s Tumblr-famous CamilaKila. Drew her a few years back, but in graphite. Switched it up a bit to practice digital.


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January 14th, 2017

This that new style / With the fresh type of flow

Still experimenting with different styles, which is why my drawings are visually all-over-the-place. This one was inspired by, ah, an artist on Instagram. Content seemed relevant as hell the day I stumbled upon his profile; I’ll leave it at that.


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January 15th, 2017

“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. One couldn’t die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But in herself alone, she is more important than all the hundreds of roses, because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have sheltered behind a screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars. Because she is my rose.”

– The Little Prince


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January 16th, 2017

Recently bought The Animator’s Survival Kit, written by Richard Williams. People sing its praises. Excited to read it & dip my toes into le pond of animation.


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January 18th, 2017

Freud calls it melancholia. Whereas mourning is a conscious method of processing loss, melancholia is a pathological state of attachment to loss.


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January 19th, 2017

Gibberish. Lazy line drawings. The stanzas make no sense, and I’m just filling in the spaces. Pwehdiofs lkweu mnsl lsfiouw alqiuwe fsja.


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January 20th, 2017

Who are you and where do you go and why do you do the things you do?

Discovered a new app called Sktchy that bridges artists and selfie “models”. Did a brief sketch of a stranger.


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January 21st, 2017

Women’s march. Middle fingers up / Put them hands high

Shoutout to the woman giving the middle finger during the Inauguration.


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January 22nd, 2017

Today a bird shat in my hair.

I looked up to see a horde–not flock, but horde–of birds soaring across the glittering sky. Then one pooped on my head.


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January 23rd, 2017

 

January 25th, 2017


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January 26th, 201

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose/By any other name would smell as sweet.

Painting with watercolors, my new favorite medium.


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January 28th, 2018

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January 30th, 2017

Sometimes I wish I could watch my brain

As it forms memories

Deciding which moments will be preserved

And which ones, quickly discarded

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