back from the desert, smiling

the desert did wonders for me. more photographs when i sort everything out.

jules, the tattered angel boy

jules just fell from battle. he's kinda tired of this f***ed-up war and he just wants to go home. except... home's kinda far away now.

sketched over breakfast... wonder if i'll do more.

tablet pratice

*fumbles about with tablet pen*

hang in there baby brother!

tomorrow is the last paper of GQ's A levels. i wonder if he actually got this drawing i did for him. it's my first attempt at anime, tho it doesn't really look too animesque, i must admit. after that he'll be whisked off with the rents to japan. to my stressed out mum, i hope all preparations are going fine.

the machine takes all

an image, of the school we were working on for 2 weeks. not a very descriptive image but well, i guess it's to do with the fact that this post is more like a rant about how life has become so intrinsically tied to the 17" screen in front of me than any other medium.

as of last year, upon entering Columbia and moving away from comfy old singapore, my entire universe seems to have migrated not to new york but rather the vitual existence of the internet, photoshop, and 3d max. i dream in CAD commands and i orientate my position with the gizmo. what seems lacking in life is real contact with anything. gone are the days of hanging out after class with close friends chatting about nonsense, ranting about the latest fantasy novel/movie/song, reading out corny poetry hastily written during classes, role-playing silly characters we've invented, drawing, and day-dreaming in trees that we've so carefully named. gone are the days of lazy hazy first love and talking about the future without really imagining it could be just round the corner.

i've been absorbed into this architectural world of appearance, function and style. but none of this seems to take on the immediacy of experience. the days of my young life spill into this virtual blur, the endless hours spent obssessing about form and theory, trying to make sense of language and aesthetics. and yet despite the involvement of my work with the lives of people, none of this really requires real contact with people. the more fantastical, the more polished, the more inventive or well-coordinated the design my imagination can dream up, the better.

as my laptop's starting to slow with much use, i'm dreading the format i have to take it through, having to sort out the backups, re-install the programs. i miss those days when i used to weigh alot less, electronically speaking.

conversation, oil painting no. 7, and more hair

me: it's easy for me to paint you, or people that i feel alot for but i guess i should try painting other people too, to hone my skills.
D: yeah! you could paint my friends.
me: we could invite them over.... except some of them might not like my paintings. damn, what if they don't like them?
D: yeah, so, what if they don't?
me: hmmmm...
D: well, as with any other artist, not everybody's gonna like your art. the thing you should ask yourself is who you're doing it for, why you're doing it.
me: huh, true. i'm doing it for myself.
D: ha yeah, you artists have gotta be selfish like that.
me: heh, pretty easy for me!

5th oil painting

i've spent years of my life with these stars in my head. time to let them out.

"Art is whatever moves you and fashion is also whatever moves you. When i see clothes i see clothes, but when i see something that moves me, for me that's fashion. That's why i see so few things that i like. Everything that excites me is art and within art i include everything: fashion, music, design, everything that moves me. If i see somtthing that moves me on the street, whether it's a fight or whatever, even if it isn't documented, it's priceless, whether it's legal or illegal, politically correct or not, if it moves me for me that's art." - Carlos Diez Diez

(transtlated, interview from b-guided, spain.)

Chillan Weekend

Hi all! *sunshiney beams!*

back in santiago, back to blogging and rendering classic-modernist-minimalist images of an elite school that the firm is competing for. i miss the weekend. since a certain someone has been shooting off her mouth at me for being plant/flower obssessive in my photographic endeavours, i've decided to put this one up for her. (yes, you know who you are.)



weekends. i love weekends... chillan was especially beautiful, seeing spring come out in full force in the countryside was just such a simple, yet breathtaking delight.

Chillan, chekkit!

Parque del Recuerdo

even tho it was a public holiday, i still had to come into office for work. towards the evening though, we took off to visit diego's dad. i wasn't too appropriate though, going bonkers at the breathtaking array of spring flowers the beautiful cemetery park had to offer. more, more and more photographs to come, i promise.