Monday, February 15, 2010


If I stay here, I'll drown.

Or freeze.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

2010 year of the tiger


New year, new outlook on life. I'm going to take this year by storm and I won't stop to apologize.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

sketch dump

Here are the only decent sketches from 2009. It's all about 2010, baby.

This is a sketch from Angkor Wat. I really didn't have enough time to sit and draw due to certain unavoidable factors. 1. I was traveling with my friend and 2. it was the peak of the hot season. And finding a solitary place just to sketch in that area is very near impossible between the beggars and tourists.

Here is a sketch of a girl in a story I'm trying to put together. She's based of this very pretty girl I saw eating by herself while I was in Pattaya, Thailand.

I really want her nautilus shell necklace.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

for myself

Saturday, February 6, 2010

snowed in

I've lived out-of-state for years so I can't remember the last time the snow fell this much over a single night.

Car's not going anywhere.



Friday, February 5, 2010

fleeting moments that resonate

Back during my first year of college I was in a fashion show during my second quarter. I was such a young, scared little thing and I had no idea how to even sew yet, let alone create and model a dress for a show that was being held in a hotel.

But that's not the point of today's vignette. Today is a day where I am remembering life's fleeting moments that for some reason still have some significance to your life.

I can't think why I've continued to remember this moment. It was inconsequential, yet I still hold onto its only memento.

We were getting our hair and make-up done when I spotted this gorgeous model across the room. I can say she was beautiful, and in the true sense, not because she adhered to print media's standards of beauty. So I kept stealing glances at her for some reason. I couldn't really help it, which made it harder in some way to not look at her. She caught my eye once or twice which really made me feel like I was staring at her, when in hindsight I probably was just glancing her way every now and again.

There was a bustle and frantic energy building up in the room, and finally it was showtime. We made it through all right, in avant garde hair and makeup, parading up and down the runway.

Afterwards, imagine my shock as the girl that I had spotted before came up to me after the show and began a conversation. I can't even remember what it was about now, but I just remember being so starstruck by her. She really was pretty.

At one point she lamented having to walk and catch the bus looking like we did, because the make-up team had plastered us with outlandish make-up. I had thought ahead and brought some make-up remover, and I offered her some. She took it gratefully.

She gave it back when she was done, and we laughed because what had been a full bottle was now nearly completed. It had taken that much to remove what had been caked on our faces.

We parted ways and we never met again. I can't even remember what she looks like anymore.

But I still have that bottle.
Maybe I always will.
I can't even imagine why this is such a soft moment for me to feel so strongly for but, it does.


Thursday, February 4, 2010


I've never given thought to having kiddies of my own. It's a very terrifying thought to entertain.
But I've always known one day I'll be an aunt and I'd be a pretty darn good one, in my opinion.

I was perusing a used bookstore years ago, and I found this little gem.


It's a beautiful book, inside and out. There are these beautiful color prints and black and white illustrations.

I'm very wistful about this book.
I'd like to read it to someone at night as they fall asleep in bed.

Maybe the occasion will arise one day.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

the life of a rose

I followed the life of a single rose all year. It bloomed on its own.



It survived the first snowfall of the year.