Ballpoint pen on notebook paper. Cleaned up lines and texture by ~teeth-man added in Photoshop.
I’m not good with titles. Title generated by the Random Title Generator.
Finally got around to drawing a Ringmaster for my litttle circus.
Again, full-view’s a bit blurry. No scanner, so that’s a crappy camera phone pic, parchment texture by ~teeth-man added in photoshop.
Watercolour, watercolour pencils and ink on paper.
Watercolour, inked with techpens.
Really bad picture of this. Had to fix it up a lot in photoshop. The original looks better, I swear. Watercolour, watercolour pencils and ink. This was my self-portrait for the LUNAROCK exhibit. Watercolour, watercolour pencils and ink.
I wanted to draw more Circus performers, but I couldn’t get anything decent done aside from the 2 trapeze artists I did before. So, I’m deviating a little.
Truth is, I just really wanted to draw a mermaid in an afro.
watercolour, coloured pencils, and techpens on water colour paper. (better title to come, once i think of something)
My christmas gift to my aunt/godmother.
she’s a big Klimt fan, so i thought i’d make her something Klimt-inspired. she’s also an obstetrician-gynecologist hence the mother-and-child theme. haha.
Crappy camera-phone pic,so the colours aren’t as vibrant as they’re supposed to be.
Watercolour and gold acrylic on watercolour paper, outlined with ink.
She’s unfinished, but I’m uploading because I like how her face came out because it’s such a challenge for me to draw un-anime looking people.
Watercolour on sketchpad paper, lined with ink.
A quasi-self portrait i did for a class last semester. I screwed up the veins and arteries a bit, but that’s what you get when you cram a plate the night before the deadline.
oil pastel and poster paint on vellum.
Canson was 60% off so I bought a sketchpad for pastels even though I haven’t used them in forever.
This is me proving to myself that, yes, I am terribly out of practice so I call this a study in colour.
i woke up at 4:30 in the morning to line up for Neil Gaiman’s last book signing in gateway yesterday.
hardcore, i know. i asked jake to pass my plate for me so i could skip class for this and i’m glad i did.
after hours of waiting, there were finally just about 3-5 people in line front of me. Neil looks up from signing, scans the line, looks at me and grins.
“oh, hello again.”
OMG! he remembers me!
i hand him a rather hastily gift-wrapped bottle of eficascent oil and tell him it’s for when his arm gets sore.
god, this guy can smile.
he hugs me and kisses me on the cheek.
and the staff didn’t get a shot of it! all they got were pictures of me talking to him. bloody hell.
as he was leaving gateway, the crowd cheers him on and starts edging closer to touch him or whatever. i held back, not wanting to be part of a potentially dangerous mob and Neil Gaiman reached out to me for a split-second-pseudo-handshake.
i wan’t even trying to get his attention, but i got it anyway.
that man hasn’t got a shred of arrogance in him. he has every right to, but he doesn’t.
i want him to be my ninong. 🙂
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