Swami Adi Baskhara Ananda Sankarep and Sri Avinash Bhakthi Rajan Ramanajan
There were once two best friends...
One was good
the other rotten.
Pigment and India ink on 9"x12" Bristol Board
11/27/12
11/26/12
Another Behance "Drawing Served" Feature
Behance's Drawing Served Gallery once again featured another project of mine on its front page today. This was a drawing project for the Japanese Tsunami Fundraising project with Bella Sinclair in 2011.
In a few days I will be announcing another fundraising project for survivors of Hurricane Sandy through the American Red Cross. Please check back soon. Thank you.
11/16/12
Little Lillyput
Little Lillyput
Reading a book
While three giants watch
Their names
James, Bill and Hatchepsut
Click on the littlies
to enlarge and zoom
What did you expect
A rhyme?
11/11/12
How To Draw A Tree
First, plant a tree...
I was not thrilled with this prompt. It is like asking me to draw an acorn or a leaf. However, instead of just picking out a few drawings from hundreds (actually little over a thousand is not an exaggeration) of tree drawings, I actually drew the image below for Illustration Friday's prompt!
TREE
This is Bojak Patikingkuting. He works at the abattoir at night and at the plant nursery in the morning. He sleeps in the evening. He likes to smoke marijuana and drink whiskey. Sometimes he gets confused. One night he went to the nursery to plant a tree... 8"x10" Pigment pen and ink drawing on 9"x12" Bristol Board. The term "bojak" is an aiming position in the game of marbles. As a kid, I was a "bojak" and "strike" expert. Below: Family trees:
Ten years ago, today, my beloved mother passed away. She died in my arms and my sister Freah's. We went home to the Philippines to take care of her for a month. All of my brothers and sisters went home and stayed with her for several weeks. That day, she was supposed to go home. My sisters and brothers loved my mother but just as we thought no one else could love her more, our father did. It was so obvious my parents loved each other very much.
I never failed to kiss my mother goodbye every time I walked out of the house. One day I was so angry. I walked out of the house without kissing her. From the kitchen, she saw and bade me a safe trip to my high school and a good day. I ignored her. I kept walking. The walk from my home to my school took about fifteen minutes. My classes started at 8:00AM. When I reached the school, I felt so awful that I ran back home. I saw my mother doing laundry and I told her that I came back to give her a kiss and I started crying as I apologized. I am sure she told me something very wise but all I can remember is the pain in my throat. I never left the house again in a bad mood. I think I managed to instill that to my children. While they are American teenagers and quite different, they are very tender and loving, not because I tell them to be. When they were growing up, my husband and I continually told them stories of us growing up and mostly how wonderful their grandparents were as parents. Sometimes I feel so incompetent, especially when I compare myself to my mother. I console myself that American teenagers are the most challenging subjects. :)
My mother never saw an oil painting of mine. She saw my watercolor paintings and drawings. She used to scold me a lot because I drew all the time. She said I was so lazy and all I did was draw and play. She was worried that I drew a lot of house floor plans, hundreds, thousands of them! She was very worried :)
L to R: Basswood at the Blue Ridge Mountains, The Dell in England, Little Dot.
If my mother was here today, she would ask me why I am drawing pictures of ugly looking men like the one above. I did not mean to draw an ugly man. I don't know why I kept thinking of the city abattoir when I was drawing that man. I was also thinking of smoking marijuana, not me, but the legalization of marijuana smoking in two states. Okay, so I was thinking of a lot of things, plus I was doing laundry and I also baked two chicken pot pies. I was also craving for doughnuts so after months and months of talking about wanting to eat doughnuts, my husband and I went out and bought doughnuts. I woke up at five this morning hoping to eat left over doughnuts with my coffee while I worked on our project implementation, but my doughnuts were gone! Ooooh I was very upset but I had to work, so my husband said he will go out and get more doughnuts. He did. Yum!!! Thank you, honey. Tsup!
How to draw a tree...
11/10/12
11/8/12
Drawing Served Gallery Feature
How nice. My Arabesque Series is featured on Drawing Served.
Drawing Served Curation
Drawing Served features top work in the ink, graphite and colored-pencil drawing categories. The Served curation team chooses projects that move creativity forward in their respective industries, among a host of other top-secret but not-that-difficult-to-guess selection criteria. The team is led by Oscar Ramos Orozco: sailor, industrial designer, philosopher, trumpet player, lover of jamon and all beautiful things. Oscar is based in New York City.
11/5/12
Passion
As I said, I won't post again until I finished my oil painting. Well, I am posting :) Here is a colored pigment ink illustration I dedicate to my brother who introduced me to this flower, belonging to the genus Passiflora. This is Passion Flower.
Passiflora. Pigment ink on 9"x12" Bristol Board
11/4/12
Juggling
A PAINTING JOURNAL
I will no longer be publishing new posts until I finish this painting. Instead I will update this post with the progress of my painting.
November 4, 2012 6:59PM. Okay. I am really done for now. More later... Have a great week! Tsup!
November 4, 2012 5:46PM. Nothing comes from nothing. You know when something is not right, there is imbalance, my equilibrium is punctuated, there is no harmony and I don't feel good about it. Do you have an artistic advisor? Maybe a critic who will critique. In case somebody thinks that I can whip up paintings as fast as I can draw, here's the fact. I have a spatula collection, not just for painting and laying down the paints. I use them quite frequently to scrape off the paints. Payne's gray to the rescue. This is all for now. It is Sunday evening, I have not eaten and drank anything all day and I am still in my pajamas. I need a shower and I have to cook dinner for my family.
Have a great week!!!
November 4, 2012 12:00PM. Oil paints are unwieldy. No actually quite agreeable but requires a lot of patience, which I have none. Be still my heart. Someone with whom I blogged long time ago is blogging again after a two year absence. It is Sunday football and the Texans are playing. I am painting in my pajamas and listening to some foreign language songs. Arabic pop songs - I feel like belly dancing. Hahahaha!
November 4, 2012.
It is past midnight. I decided to account for all the drawings I did in
2012. I do not particularly like chats and text messages. At work, I
find these tools irritating and a nuisance. I only like exchanging text
messages with my children and chatting with people I love. Otherwise, I
fall asleep and get bored after typing "Hello."I like phone calls but
only with interesting people I like.
I miss my sister and my friend.
I decided to paint. I am a juggler. No, I cannot juggle, I mean, I am a juggler.
November 3, 2004. I was drawing feverishly. Yesterday, the day before yesterday. Now I can't remember the other things I did but there was dinner, preparation after lunch, laundry, reading the news, emails, communicating back and forth with my sister in New Jersey, exchanging text messages with my daughter who was with friends...I was also drawing. I am sick of drawing. I feel I am wasting my time but I cannot help it. I drew these:
11/3/12
Mycena inclinata
Mycena inclinata. Doubtfully edible. Colored pigment ink on Bristol board. You know, if you don't care of things that bug you, they behave like a fungal infestation. They keep popping up. So better use a fungicide or get rid of that infected part.
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