Another month, another daily challenge. This June, I painted a portrait a day on the iPad Procreate app. Although the challenge was difficult, I was excited to learn about the expansive capabilities available in Procreate. And ’twas thanks to le beau, too – after completing my first horror-themed Inktober 2020, le beau gifted me an iPad. … More Daily Portrait Challenge
Over the past few months, I’ve been learning how to make Lofi drawings. Drawn to its pastely hues, I have mostly admired the vibey aesthetic from afar. Recently inspired, I’ve started experimenting with Lofi, funneling hours into lines and lights and shadows. Here are some recent drawings:
Another Lofi animation, but this time, with with warmer colors.
Figments from my figure drawing sketchbook. Five years ago, wanting to draw more from life, I, totally not creepy at all, started sketching people and figures around me. This included professors and students and strangers; some references were from the Internet, while others were people sitting directly across from me, probably trying to figure out … More Sketchbook Tour: Faces & Figures
And just like that, the month is almost over, and so is Inktober! This year, based on the prompts, I drew one horror-themed drawing every single day. It was, as expected, difficult to slough through the end, but I managed to finish. Over the years, I had watched artists join the challenge, while I remained … More Inktober 2021
(Because why not stay up until 3 AM drawing comics?)
In a half awake haze, I saw myself sitting at a train station. It looked like the train station on 34st. I was sitting on the train bench outside, waiting for the train to arrive. Waiting and waiting. So I waited and waited and waited and waited. At some point, though, I realized that the … More Train Station
If I don’t write I might explode So I’m here to say that I’m writing and I haven’t exploded and I made my first happy acrylic pour this afternoon. I’ve been feeling a bit manic about art, this time, canvas paintings, acrylic pours. I’ve tried for years to do abstract art well but failed. I … More Trouble
Not watched I’m Thinking of Ending Things.
Wanting to do many creative things all at once. Share film. Shoot film. Develop film. Sort photography. Share photography. Make photography. Produce art. Sketch in book. Draw on iPad. Countless things I want to do, and then not doing any. Or maybe one of the ten things, but haphazardly. Slowly eeking out photos from over … More Quirky
I wish I could do better by you ‘Cause that’s what you deserve You sacrifice so much of your life In order for this to work – The Girl, City and Color
I repeat the poem by Robert Frost as I am walking by the dresser. I recall the sweet lilt. The cadence. Our balding seventh grade English teacher who moved us the way language moved him. I never meant to memorize the poem. Or Cherry’s face from The Outsiders. The words have slipped in the years … More Nothing gold can stay
At first, I figured this iPad was mostly and only good for the procreate painting app. Over the past week, I feel like I’ve unlocked drawing heaven: I have an app to doodle in, an app to sketch in, an app to jot dreams in. It’s like having a million digital notebooks all stored in … More Doodles
Here’s hoping for a better year.
We all have shadows. There is a lot of emphasis on light and on lifting yourself up. But in doing so, I think that something is lost. The parts that make us human. The anger, unhappiness, quirks, ticks, schadenfreude, envy, dishonesty, vengefulness, deception, cowardliness, fear… Having the strength to face and address these less-than-savory parts … More Shadows
It’s official. I’ve committed to–and completed–the Inktober 2020 Challenges! Based on the daily prompt above, I drew a spooky pen and ink piece every day of October. Drawing one piece a day was just as hard as I had remembered. I had embarked on the 365 Drawing Project in both 2017 and 2018, giving up … More Inktober 2020
“The most important thing is to enjoy your life – to be happy – it’s all that matters.”
I heard them calling in the distance So I packed my things and ran Far away from all the trouble I had caused with my two hands Alone we travelled armed with nothing but a shadow We fled far away Hold your horses now Sleep until the sun goes down Through the woods we ran … More Mountain Sound
holding on & letting go
These girls, they drift in and out bleating some language I don’t understand. Eight year old me understood. Twelve year old me understood. Years later, I still don’t understand. — — — — Time’s weird. It feels like the weekend although the weekend hasn’t started. It’s because I feel slow, slow and relaxed and languid, like … More Pieces
…and smize. Digital painting of my model friend whom I met at summer camp.