10/30/12

Amanita muscaria






Used some colored pigment ink pens this weekend...







10/28/12

A Shoe, A Cat, An Orange




God bless the nurses, doctors and other hospital personnel who will make their way to work tomorrow during the hurricane to staff the hospitals in New Jersey, New York Virginia, etc. We have many families and friends over there. While most people have the option to stay home, our fellow health care workers are expected to report to work and perhaps stay until the worst has passed. Be safe. Praying for your safety. P.S. Park your cars on the upper floors!!!




There was an old woman 
Who lived in a ...
In a ...
Can you see it?
What do you mean a dinosaur tail?
Can't you see the purple pump shoe?
Okay,
What about the orange,
Orange cat?
Sigh.
I doodled this while I was queuing to vote early
And watching reruns of Burn Notice
with my husband,
And chatting with my friend,
And baking chicken divan...




A Shoe, A Cat, An Orange
8"x10" Colored pigment ink on 9"x12" vellum Bristol Board

10/26/12

Haunted






Most children dream of make-believe monsters, witches and goblins.





Some unlucky few live in a world of real monsters and predators.



10/22/12

Giant and Monday Godawful Poetry





Epsilon - Vanishingly small quantities...
Pigment and India ink on 9"x12" Bristol Board.
Click on the little boy to see the giant :)



Monday Godawful Poetry - A Celebration of Mediocrity:


Life perplexing
Close your eyes
Someone is soon missing
Here today
Gone tomorrow
Now takes root
The aching
Might as well
Eat cake.





10/21/12

Framed










10/19/12

Soar






Reach for the sky, my dearest...

Thank you, my dear visitors and friends. 
I have so much to say but I don't feel like talking. 
This is your lucky day :)



 



10/16/12

What Are You Doing?


Nothing. Just drawing.
Again?!
Yes, drawing again.



10/15/12

To The One I Miss





When I miss someone I love, it is not an exaggeration. I feel lacking, like missing a limb. Sometimes the feeling is strong, I actually feel as if my heart is out of my chest cavity.  I did not want to draw the latter, as it might be too gory and surreal. Hmn... I may try it anyway. I try to protect myself by thinking I don't miss much and I end up fooling myself, but sometimes it works...





On Missing You
Genuine Feeling But Lousy Poetry




I don't miss you...
I don't miss you...
I don't miss you...
I miss you...
I miss you...
I miss you...
I love you.

My heart aches.
I am a lousy poet.
At least that will make you 
laugh.
I hope you are laughing.
What I would give 
to hear you laugh again.

I love you.
I hope you are happy.
I try to be.
I miss you.
I love you.
Tsup!
Tsup!!!






Keep Going...


10/14/12

Drawing Water Without Water





I often wonder whether what I do is meaningful and useful. No, I am not asking for reassurance. I just like to ask myself. This Sunday, I wanted to draw water without really drawing water. You know what I mean? Sometimes I draw waves, raindrops, flood, seas, rivers...and there is always some sort of line representing water. Okay with that last statement, I think I just missed my goal for today's drawing. Never mind. The ripple symbolizes water.




I am never satisfied with my finished drawings. There is always something I could have done differently and better. Crap! I drew on the bottom margin.  I want my drawings to look old, as in 1930's or older. I want my drawings to look like the drawings on the books of my childhood. Instead, I started this drawing with a blank sheet and blank idea. Rocks! I love drawing rocks, so this one started with rocks... and the kid looks modern, sigh***





and trees.. I wish I took this seriously. Instead I stare blankly into space, drawing whatever comes along and trying to fit it into the Bristol pad...




Today I got up from bed at four in the morning to start a project implementation.  I worked online. I started this drawing at six in the morning while waiting to cycle the servers. Throughout the day, I took the drawing with me while washing, ironing and folding laundry, cooking dinner and listening to the radio. It is the third quarter of  the Sunday Night Football game between the Texans and the Packers. The Texans are behind. I cannot stand the stress. Pfft! Ooop! The Texans lost. Oh well. I need to fold the laundry. 



Untitled or maybe Fish or Water or Rocks















10/13/12

Bad Fish!



Update: 10/14/2012, Sunday 4:49AM - I have been up since 4AM working on a project implementation. If anyone thinks that any measure of success I achieve is because of government, I am going to deck his balls or gouge her eyes.





"Bad fish! Bad, bad fish!!! You gobble my pet and you think you can get away with it. I will rip your insides out, cut you to pieces, slam you against the sea wall and tear your flesh piece by piece. If I see one cut on his flesh, even a puncture, you are dead! Now come back here and spit him out!"

So do you think the barracuda will listen to Lindol? After all, she is The Earthquake. What do you think? Above: Ten Year Old Lindol Hunting The Predator Who Ate Her Pet Djag Frederick Von Lungermann Hoescht.

When I first started drawing the above image, I was being lazy and just had Lindol and the barracuda in mind. However, I saw Bella Sinclair's drawing for "Mirror" and I was inspired to draw more details, thus the addition of the small fish, sea weeds, and coral.




Earlier drawings of Lindol: On the left is Lindol and her entourage of animals, at age twelve. On the right, grown up Lindol. All illustrations were done in pen and ink on bristol Board.



10/12/12

Underwater Hunter







If you have been following my blog for some time, you may recognize this character by her tattooed arm. This is Lindol Hunting The Predator Who Ate Her Pet Djag Frederick Von Lugnermann Hoechst. Pen and inkwork in progress... Here is the complete illustration.






10/6/12

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall...What The Heck Happened To Me?!







Self Portrait 2009. Actually not. Maybe. Something I drew in 2009 in the car while on a long drive with my family. Sketch book and colored micro pigment ink, photo safe, acid free, archival quality, lightfast, waterproof, fade proof, non-bleeding, the color of the caps indicate the color of the markers. Cnforms to ASTM D-4236, okay I am being facetious. I don't feel well, perhaps because I looked at myself in the mirror and I did not like what I saw.

Yesterday my son told me that he saw a nipple tattoo parlor in the same place his friend was having a  manicure. He asked the proprietress why someone would have a nipple tattoo. With precision imitation Vietnamese accent, he said: "Oh it because your nipple get dark so you can have it pink all the time." There you go! He also told me that women have their eyebrows plucked and permanently tattooed. Ouch!





Gallery - Behance -  Facebook - Society 6



New project: Selling art prints, stationery cards, iPhone covers and skins at Society 6. Somewhat fun but it makes me sit on my butt for a looooooooooong time, that part I don't like. More of that and I will look like the above drawing. It takes a lot of work to prepare files fit for archival art prints but it was time I tried it after my Facebook friends kept nudging me. One good thing, talking about art with friends got them to pick up their brushes, drawing and calligraphy pens again. So check it out. Bookmark my Society 6 profile. This is my first week. I will be updating it with new illustrations.
















10/4/12

Factory Reset







I Remember Pekojit Pitobotron***, The Hunchback Runner Of The Province Of Sultan Kudarat, Now Retired And A Leather Craftsman.
8"x10" Micro pigment and India ink on 11"x14" Bristol Board.



I wonder what would happen if we have an option for a "factory reset" when our bodies fail, but only if we can choose our age. You can go back to an age of your choice, however you lose everything that you have accumulated after that age, including all relationships. Think about that.

Talking about factory reset, my phone had a glitch today and reset itself. I lost everything: my calendar, all my contacts, my paid applications, my voicemails... the emotional upheaval is amazing when the technology upon which you depend, fails. I could not remember my children's, sisters' and brothers' phone numbers. I could not remember my best friend's number. I only remembered my husband's number. I called my mobile carrier and the representative told me to take my phone to a service center. I became irritated and demanded some sort of resolution during my call. The data is lost but my phone is working. I think I will start writing on my little black Moleskine notebook again.

I also heard the life story of the phone representative. Seriously.

Today was my annual evaluation as a lead clinical analyst. I am very happy.



***I just made up that name. My friends and I never knew his real name. He was called by his kyphotic deformity - "Buktot" meaning hunchback, a nickname his family and friends and himself acknowledged, which is why I never spoke to him because I was embarrased to call him "Buktot." My parents never allowed us to call other people by their deformity even though their families do so. I was a little girl and too timid to ask a much older boy for his name.



Update: 10/5/2012 - I know what caused the "factory reset". An application I had for about a year and a half now "unmounted" and deleted my SD card after an automatic update. Ugh! I cannot find any article on this app causing problems but I read about other apps causing the same. I also opened the battery case and just made sure the SD card was not loose. If this app game unmounts and deletes my SD card again, I may have to uninstall it and play it on the laptop instead. I may have to go to a service center to be sure.