The Ideal Hiatus of Plastic

Acrylic, ink, marker. 2017. AP concentration.

Last month went by in a blur. My hiatus was largely due to the growing panic of AP exams and deadlines. While I was not blogging, I was scrambling through math problem sets and dubious art essays. I have to finish my portfolio in 2 weeks. I just have no time for anything else! (Poor excuse I know. )

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Acrylic, ink, marker. 2017.

As I am still trying to conjure an adequate theme for my art portfolio, the basis of it will be about recycling and mindfulness. I mindlessly toss plastic container after container into the recycling, but I never note the impact of my actions. How much garbage and plastic do I create in a week? A month? A year?

And wouldn’t the world be a better place if plastic recycling went into a hiatus, similar to my recent hiatus on wordpress?

To my HS senior peeps, holy crap, we are almost there, like I can smell the scent of caps and gowns in the air. I don’t drink coffee regularly, but I recently started drinking it every morning. I am just trying to get through the last two month of HS, alright? 😉

Ttyl (hopefully when I am less sleep-deprived and fully rejuvenated).


Final Resolution

Lately, I have noticed that my friends are caught up in quagmires, whether it would be in the process or in the past. They would complain about their murky situations constantly, and every form of consolation on my behalf would be useless. They seem to enjoy blabbering about their sorrows instead of taking action to resolve the so described sorrows. They need a resolution!

Sure, it can be tough to obtain a resolution if a dispute involved more than one person, because everyone would need to come together (most likely unwillingly) to form that resolution and to close that painful chapter in their lives. But a resolution is so crucial to one’s recovery from bitter feelings. To find resolution in oneself…

I tell my friends to DO WHAT YOU LOVE.

Once they realized that they do not want to mope around and feel sorry for themselves, I told them to do what they loved, as in hobbies or activities. The act of pursuing such things promotes self-esteem, confidence, and most importantly happiness.

For me personally, art has always been my medicine. Everytime I get caught up with drama at school or with friends, I draw to give myself some time to rewind and reflect upon everything. A single sketchbook entry is evidence of my growth and self awareness. So can I suggest for anyone out there trying to emerge from the moping stage of a breakup, dispute, or argument, to pick up a pen and some paper? It really helped me. (happy face)

Just do what you love.

Excerpt to my drawing aka the feature image: I was inspired by an artist that dedicated his art to junkyard cars. Art continues to amaze me by its ability to capture the beauty in even ugly and dirty things. The infatuation with junkyard cars, I believe, is derived from the sense of hope that they give, even beat up pieces of metals can shine in beauty. In relation to our lives, these junkyard cars symbolize victims of emotional or physical pain; if these dusty relics can still reflect beauty, so can victims of heartbreak and pain.

Ah friends, we certainly explored some deep topics today. I complained about my friends, reflected upon solutions to certain sorrows, gave light to ways I find resolutions to problems, and analyzed my own art. Hope this helped even one person out there, or half a person, or a quarter of a person!

Talk to you later. Bye bye.

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!

Artistic Rendition of a Ugly Thing

I made a post awhile back of an ugly, fragile toothpick sculpture I made. It was a pretty sloppy sculpture but I redeemed myself with my rendition of the sculpture. My approach helped enhance and strengthen my toothpick contraption, bringing out the sharp angles and the ranging depths. Let me just give myself a quick pat on the back. Here’s to all that time and effort I spent on this piece.


Ink and Felt Markers- 2016

Here is my question. Where can I learn to be a professional hypnotist?

School was so busy lately! But somehow, I watched a lot of documentaries on Youtube. I watched a really interesting documentary about Jupiter. Sounds boring but once you start you can’t stop. The swirling patterns from Jupiter’s visible surface really inspired this piece.

Also, I AM SO EXCITED FOR NASA’s JUNO! I can’t wait for July when it finally arrives near Jupiter. I did a project on Juno in elementary school. Time sure passes by fast.

Did you know that when you multitask, the left and right prefrontal cortex of the brain are forced to work independently to complete different tasks simultaneously instead of working together? But hey, studies also show that your brain is capable of juggling 2 tasks simultaneously. Maybe not 3 tasks though. So if you really have to multitask, just choose to do 2 things at once.

Original Photo:


Tampering with the buttons on photo editing apps really helped to make my piece more interesting. 🙂

Okay, bye for now! Talk soon! Thanks for reading all this blabbering nonsense. You are great. 🙂

Struggles As An Artist + Obsessions with Anatomy

Regrets. I have used this word many times as an artist, as a student, as a human. In fact, I have regrets right now: colouring my drawing (see ugly featured image), wasting time colouring my drawing (because all it did was waste my time and ruin my drawing), and quite possibly in the future-posting this. This is one of the biggest struggles as an artist:

  1. You have this perfect image in your head but then as you continue to develop the image…You discover, it is the UGLIEST CRAP ever.
  2. You mentally slap yourself for devoting hours for crap.
  3. You frantically try to find ways to save your art and your soul.  
  4. But you still end up regretting your decision. You wonder, was all that worth it?

What a process. This was mine today:

  1. I had this cool skull print in my mind.
  2. I drew it. Praised myself that I can actually draw without a reference photo.
  3. Coloured it. And instantly regretted it.
  4. Frantically drawing a background in attempt to mask the ugly colours.
  5. Failing miserably.
  6. Frantically reaching for Fotor to add some filters to make this crap more beautiful. Was it worth it?

lifeOften times, things don’t work out the way I imagine it to. But that’s okay! Failures suck but in many ways, it rules. I discovered parts of me I never knew. And I learned a lot. Through my efforts of salvation, I created a piece with greater mindfulness and level of completion, more so than I ever imagined. I almost value the final edit of my drawing more than the original. This goes to show that the process of an artwork is more significant and valuable than the actual piece itself.

Time to address my obsessions with the human anatomy. I hope to pursue a career in the sciences after I graduate university. Whenever I can incorporate science and art, I am happy. Just recently I was really into figure drawing and I gladly learned the major muscle structure. “Oh! So this is the gastrocnemius muscle!”Now I am slowly venturing towards the skeletal system. It’s wonderful.

Thank you for reading my rant and things in between! Feel free to leave me a comment! Bye for now.