RedRidingForest

If I was little Miss Red making my way towards Grandma's house then Grandma might be terribly disappointed of my visit because I'd probably have eaten all of the goodies I would have brought. But it's the thought that counts!

Tomoko Uemura in Her Bath by W. Eugene Smith, Minamata, 1972

A picture. And the words and stories and life that it tells. Let's attempt to be impactful(not a word).
This here is a study of the photo done in charcoal.
A charcoal reversal, which is done by priming illustration board all in charcoal and working in reverse by rubbing away the charcoal with an eraser.

rain upon city stars

What if we live in a city of stars, because as they say we are made of stardust anyways. So as I busy my life looking up to the sky making wishes upon and hoping on twinkling lights; why can't I see that perhaps the stars that I need to look towards are the ones that passes me by everyday. Because people come and people go, some disappear, some fade away, and some passes away. And when a star is forever gone we look and feel the emptiness of its space and all we wish for are the simple things. Things we take for granted. Routines.

So I'm thankful for my everyday routines and I'm thankful for my everyday nots; because each day though it may seem to be the same contains invisible elements that I must learn to feel. That maybe just maybe if I dare to believe that you are an invisible star to me.

I love you for your repetitions, I love you for your flaws, and I simply love you selfishly, because without you there would be no me.

The image came to my mind as I was viewing a New York picture that my friend took of the cityscape at night, which I took the liberty of using as my reference for the image here. Gomawo!

spartan drawing

Sometimes I sit down to think or to draw and in the process of doing so I hope that the time I've spent in that moment of concentration be worth all of my efforts. For there is nothing worse than mesmerizing myself into something to feel that I've wasted my time at the end of it all, because that is time I'll never have returned to me. So if we ever stop to say hello and simply ask each other how we are doing, I will never take our time together for granted, because you are never a waste of time. Pen and Ink

playin dead

Allow me please to just lie here because how do I react to the steps of you walking by? A threat? Yes, a threat to my heart. To feel the imbalance of chemistry that takes place, to feel the blush rushing to my face, to hope to slow down my over beating heart-race. How may I refuse to play dead?javascript:void(0)

figuring humans

It will take a life time before I will understand any bit of you.
So instead of worrying about right now of how or what I'm supposed to know.

I shall be content in forgetting and relearning who it is that you are.

If you have a lifetime to spend, then share a part of that with me.

cool treats

When I was in elementary I used to take the school bus to school with my cousins, Mary and Jennie. And most days when we would get off we would be dropped off in front of a mom and pop hamburger place. And at this place there was a drive by window that we always walked up to. And behind the window was a woman with curly hair and a light blue collar shirt. And every time she would take from my cousin because she would always treat me, twenty-five cents for each of us, which would make a grand total of seventy-five cents. And if i think about it, twenty-five cents was like five dollars to us! And every time we exchange with the woman she would present to us a coned scoop of ice cream! And I would like to thank my cousins for supporting my addiction to these frozen concoctions!

StarStamp

Something about the star has always intrigued me. Something about the twinkling lights that hangs above, below, and essentially all around us amazes me. Parts of me wants to just lay back under a cool night in the summer season. Resting my head upon my overlapped hands and eyes stared up into the sky. Watching the shimmers and wondering all of the wonders of what it is that may just exist too far for me to ever grasp. In my mind I would imagine myself flying within space and weightless. Coming ever closer to one of these beacons in the sky to perhaps greet it face to face and to maybe just say hi.
But I then would have to ground myself to what science says to me and that would be that space would have already froze my blood, and that the star would have pulled me in by its gravitational force and incinerated my very being.
These are two parts of one piece. The pencils being the "design" of the stamp of which I etched onto a piece of block linoleum so that I may create the stamped piece.

blue

Upon the question always poised, "what is love?" Caught in a tug and war of battles defeated. I shall now remain seated. Stationary I am to this illness of imbalance chemistry.

And so you sit and you ponder the questions of your heart. What am I to do? If you push and I pull, will we come to meet within the between of the allure that we both may still possess? For I'm a little frightful for saying a little too much that would make you all of a sudden become out of touch. And so I sit idle and blue awaiting for what false meaning may prove to be true.

ice cream

I have always been a fan of ice cream. Somewhere within my childhood I must have been "deprived" of it and so something about now is telling me how much I love ice cream. this here is an illustration done in one of my earlier classes Art 28 in San Jose State. it was an introductory class to fundamentals of animation/illustration. As an after thought I do find the image to be a little suggestive but that was not the intent. It was a fun piece that I really enjoyed drawing and though I see a lot of things about it that I would change, I cannot change my past and must honor the pieces that have taught me and brought me step by step closer to the artist that I am today.

the girl too cool

color aid paper cutouts.
Sometimes you come across a girl that's just too cool. You enter a room and you see her almost instantly and within that same instant you feel parts of your courage diminished. If only this and if only that, you wonder what will it take to amount the courage to just say hi and ask her name. Your mind battles and constantly fight the invisible threat that doesn't exist but yet is very present.
Something about her charms you. And you may not be aware but when you take your leave that your heart has already started investing in falling for her. It's not a choice. And something about her harms you. And though you may be aware of all current alarm, nothing will alter how you feel and how much it may seem real and how much you'll never do or say, wasting the moment and the day, to another love that existed only within the fantasy and the mind.