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 The people behind the white, stark door with an outdated lunar new year poster.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.

South of the Border, West of the Sun

Okay, you can say that I’ve been away for 2 months reading this book..and doing other stuff. Haruki Murakami’s novel, South of the Border, West of the Sun was, indeed, very interesting.

I hope you like the book art because I drew it myself! That’s right, it isn’t some photo stolen off of Google. I just added a filter to make the line smoother, and also because the red and navy looks cooler than black and white.

South of the Border, West of the Sun,  published in 1992, has many elements that I enjoyed and related to:

  1. Hajime(the protagonist)’s childhood. Like him, I am also the only child in my family. Sometimes I feel more “spoiled, weak, and self-centered” (5) than my friends who have siblings. Hajime faces more prejudice for being the only child than I did in my childhood. In post-war Japan, families usually had more than one child. This makes him self conscience, which I believe contributes to his precocious personality.
  2. Jazz references. You know a book is good if there are references to Nat King Cole and Casablanca. Jazz music is a motif in this novel, from to the beginning of Hajime and Shimamoto’s friendship to Hajime’s life in his thirties.
  3. Writing style. This book was translated from Japanese but I only found one or two weird English translations. Murakami’s writing style is colloquial; yet, he still manages to create interesting lines.

The plot is based on the friendship and the everlasting love between Hajime and Shimamoto, from elementary school to their thirties. Shimamoto is a mysterious woman who comes and goes as she pleases. Hajime, in his thirties, realizes he still loves her. I am annoyed because Hajime’s orderly life is disturbed by her enigma. Then again, this is the point of the book, to show that you can’t undo true love. Aw so cute.

The title of this book is brilliant. The “South of the Border” is a reference to a jazz song about Mexico.

“South of the border, down mexico way
That’s where they fell in love when stars above came out to play” -Patsy Cline from “South of the Border”

“West of the Sun” refers to the Siberian hysteria. Farmers who were stuck in an everlasting cycle of labour and hardship suddenly felt compelled to search for paradise west of the sun; this led to their death. I don’t want to spoil the book so I am going to leave you at this brief explanation of the novel’s title.

Please leave me a comment if my understanding of the book is off. I don’t want to misinform people. Also, leave a comment if you get what I am trying to show in my drawing. 🙂

Until next time, bye!