I need to doodle more
He just wants to be loved
Just some doodles I did when I have G-chat meetings, morning warm-ups, etc..
Just playing with an on-going joke I have with a friend who keeps saying my stuff looks like a dinosaur, and when I draw dinosaurs, he says they look like battleships. So Boom. Dinosaur battleships.
Another one in my series of sketches and doodles where i'm taking inventory to see where i'm at with my knowledge and skills. I think this sketch is all done with one PS brush, on an Cintiq, and took about 5hrs. I didn't do a sketch beforehand, and just went ahead without a preconceived image in my head. Just figure it out as I went. Surprisingly liberating.
Finally got around to doing this. This was a small project I did over the course of my graduating term. It was honestly something I had to do to revisit my drawing roots and why I picked up a pencil and started drawing when I was a kid.
The following are my re-imagining of a few main characters within Water Margin as animals indigenous to China.
But for a little background, Water Margin (also known as Outlaws of the Marsh), is one of the four great Chinese classical novels, alongside “Journey to the West”, “Romance of the Three Kingdoms”, and “Dream of the Red Chamber”.
The tale is a tale of brotherhood, corrupt governments, renegade justice, and honor among thieves. Imagine Robin Hood with a mix of Chaucer, in the style of Guy Ritchie & Quentin Tarantino, written in prose during 14th century China.
My goal was to marry the western ideologies in art with my drawing style, and most importantly, to the settings in which the story took place. I took generous liberties, but part of the challenge was to use my experience and knowledge of cultures to cater this "Chinese product" to a broader western audience.
More sketches and studies.
I want to make more.
A re-skinning of Stardust.
In this reiteration of mine, instead of a necklace being thrown into the night skies, the Chieftain shoots a magic arrow into the night sky for his sons to find. Yvainne is the Thunderbird who gets shot out of the sky by the old Chieftain's magic arrow and is sapped of her powers.
In this version, Lamia is an exiled shaman who believes that he can regain eternal youth by eating the heart of the Thunderbird.
Tristan is a store-clerk in a frontier-town who promises a girl from town that he will investigate the bright flash in the sky and bring back evidence of his journey. He goes into the canyon maze and finds the magical world beyond the canyons.
Wow. It's been quite a while since I posted anything. Art Center does that to people.
A spacecraft has crash-landed on the exploratory expedition to a giant asteroid sailing close to earth. The asteroid has steam rising through cracks and vents on the surface, and there is life. In fact, a few of them have gathered around the downed spacecraft.
Here are all the little doodles I did for the day. They aren't great, and the models obviously didn't get the memo about standing still. They're not accurate, so don't base any facts on these drawings.
I asked a friend to come draw at the zoo, and she said that she 'was not good enough to draw in public'. And then I wanted to tell her that neither am I, and how it doesn't matter what people think. But then I remember how I used to be, and how none of this would make sense to me two years ago. And then I made some silly joke on how only the animals would be judging us and how we will always hold our opposable thumbs over them; except for primates. But then they can never get their hands on graphite and paper, so I think we still got the leg up on those five-fingered apes.
Had such a fun day hanging out at the zoo. It was such a great day just shooting the shit and remembering how much fun it is to just draw things.
I fly a lot. I've racked up air-mileage which takes me to the moon and back, and then some. I don't even want to figure out how many weeks i've spent up in the air. I think the number of flight attendants who have brought me meals and drinks could fill up a small movie theater.
You don't think of it, but when you spend this much time off your feet, you look at the people around you very differently. You're in a metal cabin, thousands of feet in the air. If you're flying alone, which is often, chances are that you don't know anybody on the flight. You don't really think of it, but the people keeping you up in the air are the two pilots up front, and the people keeping all the people in the cabin tame are the flight attendants.
Sleeping on a plane never gets natural for me. It's something to do with the upright seats (yes, I fly the cheapest seats) and how loud the ambiance noise in the cabin is. A flying experience is something akin to mild insomnia: you're always tired, but you can never sleep. Time means nothing at all, and you're never really awake, and you're never really asleep.
Flight attendants work shifts, and sometimes you don't even recognize that it's a different person. They bring you food, they bring you drinks, and sometimes on their better judgement, they stop bringing you drinks. If you're anything like me who has slight anxiety and commitment issues, you probably instinctively find ways to hate your neighbor, so the flight attendant is by default and the natural order of things, your closest friend. You press a button and they attend to your need. You ask for anything, they'll work with you and help you find a solution. Whether you know it and whether you like it or not, they are your mothers in the air.
I know it's a job, but it's another dedication to service a long-haul aircraft. In my flying experience, there are a lot of times when customers give these service people so much shit that I feel sorry for them. But I don't have the balls to tell these customers that they're not flying first class. If you paid for business, they'll give you the business-class "I'll take your shit" treatment; sorry, you're in economy. This is my long-winded way of paying homage for these single-serving people who have made my life so much better. I tip my proverbial hat to all these surrogate mothers of mine.
Please take your seat and fasten your seat belt. And also make sure your seat-back and folding-trays are in their full upright position.
The last piece from Roverandom which actually precedes all the other 3 pieces i did in terms of story-progression.
Here, the sun is setting, and Rover wakes up from his nap on the beach just to see a seagull looking down at him ready to whisk him off to the moon.
You hear the sound of the waves, the beach wind, and some random seagull squacking in the distance. It's quiet and calm. Rover lifts his head from the sand, and there is an awkward silence which seems to drag on forever.
Then the seagull says, "Hey"
The third background from the same Roverandom story by J.R.R. Tolkien. Here, Roverandom travels to an underwater city via Right Whale transit.
I think i've found a word for a lot of the themes of my works. Romantic. I never thought of it until my instructor pointed it out... I guess if the shoe fits.
Still on the Roverandom story. This is where they leave earth and fly to the moon.
Started trying a lot of new Photoshop brushes out. The color and brushwork is still very spotty and not concentrated. Maybe i'll touch it up when I have time.
I haven't doodled or sketched for far too long. This was the sort of stuff I drew when I started drawing more than a decade ago. Feels good to reconnect with my roots
Tolkien is known for his Lord of the Rings business. But do you know about Roverandom? It's a story of a little dog and his magical journey. Tolkien wrote it for his son when he lost his little toy dog. One of his private collections which got published post-mortem. Pick it up. It reads like a children's book, but like all of Tolkien's stuff, it's packed with layers of meaning.
Here's the Moon Dragon chasing Rover and Roverandom
Anyhoo, School is in full swing, and i'm once again getting smothered in this business which is school work. I'm starting to get a bit burned out. Chugga-chugga-choo-choo
Once again, i'll keep saying that i'll keep things coming.
So, for those who don't know, over the winter holiday, I was over in India for a few days with my family, and visited Kashmir. Wish I could've stayed to sketch more, but we were in a duckling squad (Tour group), and there were almost no time for breathers.
For those who are unfamiliar with tour groups from Hong Kong, it is Efficiency ported into traveling. A well-oiled 'efficient' way of traveling where you go to a foreign location, usually for a span of a week, hop on a tour bus and hits up as many places as possible, seeing most of the country from the window of the coach, only getting off and setting foot 30-45 minutes in the most "sight-worthy" places, reducing whatever majestic splendor of the place into a diminutive photograph. And you're back on a plane home.
The most patronizing way to visit a country.
Anyways, some doodles from Kashmir
House got robbed when we were all out of town during the holidays. We're all moving out now. I hate moving. This will be the 2nd move in 2 years. Especially when we'll be moving during the beginning of term.
The burglary was depressing not because they stole my projector. That makes me sad, but what's depressing is that they went through my room and stole nothing. They found nothing worth stealing. Apparently I have been compiling an inventory of useless shit in these past 2 years.
Planning to move south of the 210fwy because the burglary rate drops to almost none down there. It's a little paranoid, but it's a nice thing to be more certain about. Still looking around. Not really a lot of practical and affordable places. I hate moving.
Keeping my stupid unruly hands in shape while in Hong Kong.
Hong Kong people move way too fast. Could only catch them sitting down.
The kid playing with bubbles walked over curious as to what I was doing.
Kid - "What are you doing?"
Me - "Practicing"
Kid - "Why are you practicing?"
Me - "Because I want to draw better?"
Kid - "So you're an artist?"
Me - "Not really, I'd like to be one though. That's why i'm practicing"
Kid - "Your drawings aren't pretty, why do you want to be one?"
Cheeky little bugger.