You Complete Me

You complete me. 

complete me

Ink drawing. Edited by Inkscape. 2017

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Die For You

I find that music is the best inspiration for art. This drawing was most definitely inspired by The Weekend.

skull
Ink. Edited by Inkscape. 2017.

This past year for me has been all about Frank Ocean, Drake, Kendrick Lamar, Calvin Harris, and Childish Gambino. Just seeing all those names in the same sentence brings great joy to me. Happy drawing and music listening, y’all.

Cheers, friends. Ttyl.

Milk

My favourite type of milk is cashew milk. So here’s to honour that:

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Cashew Milk

Haha. Just kidding. This was also a part of my AP art portfolio.

Sorry for my extended absence! Aiya. I apologize. I did not realize that gradation events would take up this much time. At the same time, knowing that I will not see and hang out with my HS friends again like this right now, I am just trying to enjoy my last few weeks in HS. YAYAYA I am hyped to graduate! CONGRATS EVERYBODY!

Acrylic, marker. 2017. AP concentration.

 

how we dispose things

Scrappaper
crumpled paper

Acrylic and ink. 2017. AP art concentration.

I am beginning to think that good art nowadays are all a bit cynical and satirical of our own behaviours. Thoughts? I, honestly, don’t mind because I am just a teenager, always in the state of disbelief or deny (I don’t know, haha). But then again good art is very subjective. Shrug, shrug.

Feast your eyes with “good” art. And stay inspired, y’all.

Ttyl.

classic crushed cola

where would we be if coca-cola did not exit ? it is a classic even when it is crushed and tossed in the recycling bin . i fished this can out of the recycling bin of my local supermarket . the owner looked at me suspiciously . and i wonder if she ever thinks about how much waste we create and judges our generation

COla
crushed cola

Acrylic and marker. 2017. Art concentration.

I Wonder

I wonder who lives across from me. The people behind the white, stark door with an outdated lunar new year poster. Or the people behind the white, barren door, beside their outrageously belated neighbours. They are my neighbours too. And we all seem to be only barely acquainted, not quite past the name greeting phase but totally past the attempt to ignore each other’s existence. Thus, I sit here on a Saturday afternoon, pondering about my neighbours. Who are they?

Markers + Pen. 2016.