They lied about the sun

DRAWINGS (these are long overdue, anyway):

 

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I’m not dead, just too lazy to wait for this page to load which is why I haven’t updated this blog until now. A lot of things have happened. I went to Vietnam, got drunk on rice wine, went to Rizal, met up with a few friends, lost one, gained another, stayed awake three days straight thanks to our caffeine-infested kitchen, had my eighteenth birthday, got a slight hangover the day after which when combined with a flu really isn’t enjoyable, got a ukulele, snapped my guitar strings again, restocked our bookshelves, and am now nursing another flu which probably came with the water of our school’s swimming pool.

Weather? Freezing. As in cups-of-coffee-jackets-worn-at-home-slug-mucus freezing, and this is meant to be a tropical country. I have no idea how the ones up north are still alive. I drink too much coffee and tea but I can’t help it. I need something warm (no innuendos, please). My mouth tastes of coffee and cup noodles and it’s still not enough. I still have a slug mucus invading my nostrils.

Damn, you probably didn’t want to know about that. Sorry, I get carried away.

I can’t believe it but I kind of miss the warmth of the sun. Ironic since I complain about heat a lot. I just hate getting sick and I hate waking up in the middle of the night, dying for a piss. I’m running out of jackets to wear, too, and I keep looking at the sky, as if I’m waiting for snow to fall. Or maybe I’m waiting for the worst.

Such maudlin thinking. It’s the cold, I swear.

 

School and Things

Yes, I am well aware that I suck when it comes to blog titles. I apologize for not being one of those people who have no difficulty when it comes to organization, and, well, blog titles.

So school began two weeks ago and whoopee I’m now a college sophomore. Oh how wonderful to go to a school where Catholicism is a must, where you are still treated like a high school student, where there are idiotic rules that make no sense at all as said rules will not bring the apocalypse any closer if you break them. Obviously, I dislike my college, but then, I have never met a student who loves their school wholly, so perhaps this is normal, acceptable, even.

Or perhaps these pancakes I’m eating are so delicious, they’re forcing me to find fault in every single thing in the universe, with the exception of their sweet, sweet taste.

So school, let’s get back to that. Well, classes are fine, not a lot of things to do yet, Lit class is wonderful, College Algebra is surprisingly easy for me, considering how I nearly failed my Math subjects in high school (numbers and I have have never gotten along). Everything is normal.

But you guys don’t care about that, of course, since this is a blog for my drawings and other random things. Random things done, drawings next.

Have only had once class in Figure Drawing and Benji has yet to give our plate back to us so here is a sketch of Thom Yorke drawn during the bus ride to Manila, the gates of hell, and below that, a drawing of Wreck-it Ralph for my friend.

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Scraps and Hands

I haven’t uploaded in a while because of schoolwork. Even though my finals aren’t done yet (I still have Theo on Wednesday and Communication Arts on Tuesday) I feel like I’m finished because the worst is over. The worst being the controversial art report and scrapbook for Art History. My blockmates had a drinking spree after we submitted that damn scrapbook but I went home and slept. I slept for eight hours straight, woke up to eat, then slept for another four more.

I messed it up. They kept making me laugh.

Our second to the last plate in Techniques. Did it again because I thought we shouldn’t include the white cloth. Imagine my reaction when I realized I was doing it right.

 

This was done two years ago. Didn’t finish it because I realized that I scaled Harry badly and he ended up looking retarded. I wasted my colored pencils.

I don’t know. I was just doodling with my oil pastels while waiting for Benj to set up the stuff for our plate. I ended up with this guy with creepy eyes. So I call it Addiction.

Crowley from Good Omens by Neil Gaiman

Aziraphale from Good Omens by Neil Gaiman

I found this book in our library which featured hands in different positions referenced from the 1930’s. Can’t remember the title. If they didn’t have such tight security, that book would probably be in my hands right now. But the nuns…

Hitler and Stalin with gorgeous hairstyles. And one very angry T-rex.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of Simon and Doodles

I came to the last page of my sketchpad last night so instead of wasting it by making another sketch dump, I drew Simon Pegg instead.

An hour with 6B and 3B pencils. Doesn’t really look much like him. It did before my sister pointed out his right eye was wonky. Then I tried to do it again but I must have done something wrong in the process because this didn’t end up as I’d hoped it would.

It kind of pisses me off how my friends only like it when I draw model-like people, most of whom I don’t even bother drawing really well. And their reaction to Simon Pegg is just this puzzled expression and the comment “Why’d you draw him? He’s not good-looking at all.”

He looks like a regular person damnit! What, the average-looking person can’t get a drawing of his own? The next time someone asks me to draw his or her face without bringing money in the conversation or even saying a please, there’s going to be a problem. I don’t mind doing request, really. But people can be really demanding. My friends who don’t draw do not understand that a very detailed face takes more than eight hours, something I have never even tried to do.

I need coffee. I’m an elder yelling at kids to stay out of her lawn again.

It’s either that or I’ve been playing my grunge playlist for quite a while now.

This is just a portion of the two-paged drawing. I started this in my Visual Perceptions class since I was too lazy to copy the gradiation structure for our next plate. Benji didn’t mind and even complimented me on the fish with the Gallagher eyebrow (my Theo prof also placed a finger on the fish with the Gallagher eyebrow, thus concluding that my male profs have a thing for fish with Gallagher eyebrows. I continued the rest when I was riding the bus to school. Got stuck in Longos for an hour which made me late for my seven-thirty class. Again.
Have to edit that video for Euthenics.

Peace out.

Potterhead, A Midterm Grade, and Doodles

Decided to enter that BFAR contest after all. Already bought my materials: Berkley water color paper, some cheap water colors, vball sign pen, more graphite pencils, and etc. Everyone else is going to us oil or acrylic but since I don’t have sufficient training for either of those, I’m going for mixed medium. Not aiming to win, anyway. I just want that plate exemption and the certificate that they give for entering (but winning 20 000 or 10 000 php is nice, too).

My blockmate requested a Harry Potter drawing from me. So last night before succumbing to the sandman, I drew this. Whatever available colored pencils were used to draw this in an hour and a half.In my opinion, Voldemort totally looks like Shrek, the ogre. I should have used a darker green for the base. So happy reaction from Khams, etc. I’m proud of myself for actually doing a request because I usually just draw what I like.

 

Anyway, got my midterm grade for Art History, and fuck, that moment when you’re one point shy from a perfect grade (still got the highest score so fist pump for me). My mistake was not putting the word ‘red’ in Jan van Eyck’s “A Man in a RED Turban”. I should have focused more on that northern renaissance lecture than the medieval one.

Yes, my handwriting looks as if a chicken pecked through the words. My elementary teacher kept saying that to little third grader me, doing her best to lower my self-esteem. The bitch.

Field trip to Antipolo, Rizal on September 15 so I probably won’t be able to post anything then. We’re going to an art gallery I think. Then I’m going to Benji’s exhibit on Tuesday which is somewhere near Megamall. Our goal is to embarrass my prof for Techniques and Visual Perception in front of his classy artist friends. Take that Benji!

One-minute doodles below…

Left (above): guy with glasses is someone (a prof, I think) I saw on my way to the restroom. Drew him when I got back to Art History.

(below): girl is a gradeschooler who was roughhousing with her friends. Saw her while I was buying lunch.

Right (above): my prof in Art History, Miss Portia (http://portiaplacino.com/). Drew her while everyone else was watching the ending of “Young Victoria”. Not a very good copy as it was pretty dark in the room and she kept moving her head.

(below): hand study, my own. Proportion is so wrong. I can’t wait to study anatomy.

 


Just some doodles I did during the bus ride home. Left is a quick sketch of baclaran. Right is my perspective from a rather high backseat (really high, as in you can actually trip if you don’t look at where you’re going. I could see the legs of the people sitting in front of me. Right above that is a sketch of my bus tickets, handed to me by a sweaty-handed conductor with a silver earring and a tattoo of what appeared to be an eagle. I would have drawn him but he kept moving.

These were drawn in my notebook for lectures. So if the dean of arts and sciences checks it (because our college is pretty strict and blech), she’ll see these and the many faces of Damon Albarn, Thom Yorke, and some male models. She’ll probably like that.

Ink and Water

I’ve been experimenting with mediums since it’s Filipino Week (and I wish I could write this in Tagalog to honor it but I am ashamedly not very good when it comes to writing in my own language, so Jose Rizal shoot me now). This is what my eldest sister usually did before she switched to watercolor. I didn’t think the pen I use for Techniques would go great with water so I never tried drawing this way, until one of my friends accidentally spit on it. Well, not really spit. She tends to spray when she’s excited to…well, you get the picture.

With that one drop of saliva, and the inspiration I got after seeing Edward Gorey’s out-of-this-world macabre artwork, I was able to make these:

The Coffee Monster
Inspired by our coffee maker suddenly breaking down and my own pathetic attempt to keep the caffeine in my system by constantly thinking of it in my bloodstream. Didn’t work and our coffee maker is still broken so my life is very miserable at the moment. But it looks like it complements a children’s story, doesn’t it? That’s my dream job, I think. To be a storybook illustrator.

Block the Rest of the World

I don’t have headphones either. My life is sad. So so sad. (Notice how I’ve been obsessed with patterns lately. It’s that latest plate for Visual Perceptions, the stag art deco, that’s gotten to me.)

 

I tried making another one a while ago but the pen my sister bought for me is different from the one I used to make these two. The ink doesn’t blot as much which means I can switch to watercolor if I’m going to use it. But I ruined a good drawing trying to do the same before I discovered that the ink didn’t match well with water. Damn.

If you don’t know Edward Gorey, go check out his works. They’re so amazing your head will explode (kidding). My sisters and I discovered him when we bought this children’s book in Book Sale.

See how much you’ll learn when you spend all of your money on books? My logic.

A Draft, A Doodle, and Four Random Photographs

 

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I haven’t been doing much realism lately since I wanted to experiment on variety of characters. I always have trouble with making a group picture because one or two people end up looking the same. So I did what I’d never done before: I MADE A FACE CHART!!!

I don’t know who these people are. But that fat and old man at the right, remind me of my dad and his dad. So I guess it’s good to base some of your characters on real people, especially those with unique faces. Guy in the scarf, that’s my character, Silas, but I forgot to darken his hair. Say hello.

 

It’s also good to make an expression chart when you draw the same character over and over again. I’ve recently become obsessed with Adventure Time. The gender-swapped episode, actually. So here’s a chart of Marshall Lee because he’s the one I keep drawing.

 

Application below (finally found my colored pencils):

Day One: What’s in Your Bag?

 

30 DAY DRAWING CHALLENGE:

DAY 01 : WHAT’S IN YOUR BAG? 
DAY 02 : WHAT DID YOU WEAR TODAY?
DAY 03 : A MYTHICAL CREATURE
DAY 04 : FAVORITE CHARACTER IN A MOVIE
DAY 05 : YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH
DAY 06 : A FORMER NON-CELEBRITY CRUSH
DAY 07 : DRAW SOME MONSTERS
DAY 08 : WHAT WOULD YOUR IDEAL PROM PICTURE LOOK LIKE?
DAY 09 : HOW ARE YOU FEELING TODAY?
DAY 10 : A DRAG QUEEN
DAY 11 : RE-DRAW SOMETHING YOU’D DRAW A LOT WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER
DAY 12 : YOUR LAST MEAL ON DEATH ROW
DAY 13 : HOW YOU THINK YOU LOOK
DAY 14 : FAVORITE ANIMAL
DAY 15 : DRAW SOMETHING YOU’RE LOOKING AT
DAY 16 : YOUR IDEAL MEANS OF TRANSPORTATION
DAY 17 : FREE DAY – DRAW WHATEVER YOU WANT – 
DAY 18 : ONE OF YOUR STUFFED ANIMALS
DAY 19 : SOMETHING ”HOT” 😉
DAY 20 : FAVORITE OUTFIT / IDEAL OUTFIT
DAY 21 : SOMETHING YOU DRAW INSPIRATION FROM
DAY 22 : DRAW SOMETHING THAT GOES WITH SOME SONG LYRICS 
DAY 23 : WHAT DID YOU EAT TODAY?
DAY 24 : FAVORITE DISNEY PRINCESS
DAY 25 : A PET YOU HAVE/HAD
DAY 26 : HOW YOU WISH YOU LOOKED
DAY 27 : A UNICORN
DAY 28 : FREE DAY
DAY 29 : SOMEONE WEARING A REALLY FUN HAT
DAY 30 : SOMETHING DELICIOUS

 

I was supposed to do this the same time as my sister but the plates came up and I had to draw for my grade. I had some free time so I thought that I should get started. So day one…what’s in my bag?

 

The things I bring every weekday to college:

1) Yellow Pad 2) Textbook for Theology (ugh, I know, but there’s no way to get out of it) 3) Filler for my notes 4) A green straw from that time we went to Affinitea (I’m a slob) 5) the most important thing for an art student is the pencil case. Mine is filled with charcoal pencils, tissue paper, my phone, a kneaded eraser, a regular eraser, a sharpener, pencil shavings, and bus tickets 6) some leftover wire for our Materials 101, probably from that time we made that wire sculpture 7) scissors to cut but used mostly as a threat to thieves 8) glue 🙂 9) sketchpad filled with portraits of male models and actors 10) my wallet which is filled with pictures of friends and family, some crumpled bills, dirty coins, my ticket from that time we saw Noli Me Tangere, more bus tickets, and an autograph of that guy who hosted our recollection when we were in our junior year of high school.

 

And lots and lots of pencil shavings.