Earlier this year, we were adopted by a stray. He started showing up on our doorstep shortly before my aunt’s cat, Tiger passed away. He’d show up on our doormat every evening, yollering for food and scritches. I named him Stinky, for the faint smell of stale saliva he gave off. He had a possible tooth problem and a limp that seemed to get better only to get worse, and I’ve always felt guilty that I couldn’t afford to bring him to the vet. The most that I could offer him was a safe space to sleep and a full belly.
We started out by feeding him whatever scraps of food we had in the fridge, until we eventually started buying cat food for him. I soon found out that we shared custody over Stinky with one of the units on the third floor, on whose doorstep he could be found when he wasn’t at ours.
On most days, Stinky didn’t linger long after being fed and fawned over, but I noticed that whenever Mama was sick, he’d be on our doormat the whole night. Only resuming his nightly rounds when Mama was back on her feet again.
He went missing almost three months ago. He just never showed up again after a stormy couple of days. He must have gotten lost during the deluge, and considering he wasn’t in the best health to begin with, I’ve given up home that he’s still alive.
A friend reminded me of Gaiman’s, “The Price,” after I updated her on Stinky. I hadn’t read or thought about that story in years, but I got a little emotional. I miss his smelly little butt. It was a comfort to hear his distinct meows at our door in the evenings, and his purring after being fed.
Whatever you were protecting us from, Stinky boy, we thank you for your love and your service.
Hullo, blog. Haven’t seen you in a while. In the time that I’ve been gone, I went and sat for my 6th tattoo!
I’d been mulling over getting a peach for a variety of reasons, (favourite children’s book growing up, favourite fruit, favourite movie, I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier) but most notably because it’s what my mom craved the most when she was pregnant with me.
I put it off for the longest time because I’d originally wanted to draw it myself, but honestly, who could be bothered? I have an artist whose vision I trust and who’s being doing my tattoos for almost a decade.
I love it so much. I guess you could say, I think it’s just peachy. ( •̀.̫•́ )✧
Designed and tattooed by DaddyRam Marual of Psyko Studio Tattoos Cavite.
When Leng suggested we try watching hockey last year, I did not expect to suddenly adopt 20+ giants in knife shoes as my sons.
Leng and I caught the tail end of the Stanley Cup finals series and I got really into it. Surprising, considering I usually find spectator sports a step below watching paint dry. But hockey was fast, rough, and occasionally violent, and I guess that’s my thing now.
I shopped around for teams after the final, because while I enjoyed the series, neither the Preds nor the Pens felt like *my team*, yanno? By the start of pre-season, I had picked the Avs. Mostly because my gut said so, but also because their social media team is killin’ it. I also figured they’d be a gentle introduction to the game. They were coming from a terrible season, finishing at the bottom of the league. So I thought, they’re rebuilding, they’d win some, lose some, and maybe make the playoffs in the next couple of seasons. I could grow into the fandom as they rebuilt.
Well, bitch, I thought.
Instead, I got a 10-game win streak cut off by injuries; a battle for the last wildcard spot in the last game of regular season; and taking the Preds to Game 6 of the playoffs without their top defenseman and on their 3rd string goalie.
Needless to say, I was very stressed for most of the season, but loved every minute of it. The last few weeks where they were bouncing in an out of the last wildcard spot were the worst and I cried actual tears the day they clinched it.
Today, I watched my boys get knocked out of round one. losing Game Six 5-0. As gutted as I am, I am also overwhelmed by how proud I am of this team and how excited I am for what’s to come.
Now, is it October yet?
Y’all sick of me drawing hockey boys in love yet? Well, too bad because the Check, Please! Year 3 finale was a doozy and it will take me months to get over it.
I still miss watercolour, but I don’t hate the tablet so much anymore.
First surf of the year!
The forecast was practically flat, but we headed up to Crystal anyway for our annual surf fam holiday party. The theme this year was 80’s Aerobics, which went as well as you’d expect from us haha!
This was also my first time to Zumba (to go with the aerobics theme, of course), which was tough enough on its own, but brutal on the legs in the sand. It was a blast though, hugely because everyone else was so down for it.
I haven’t had decent surf in months, so we made do with foot-high waves. I don’t usually have photos of myself in the water, so you best believe I’m spamming you now. These were taken by Migo Antonio.
I borrowed a friend’s board to make things easier for myself and I am actually considering switching to a longboard with similar specs because it handles so well. I love my board and all, but it can get a little moody lol. Decisions, decisions!
I don’t think I’ve ever been this productive. But It’s easy to be able to squeeze in practice time when you don’t have to set up a bazillion things to be able to paint, in my limited workspace.
I’ve wanted to try this thing where I don’t outline. I mean, I like my lines, but they’ve become a bit of a crutch, tbh. I still haven’t quite figured out a way to make a piece look finished without them.
Photoshop watercolour brushes are trippy because they kinda look like watercolour BUT BEHAVE NOTHING LIKE IT.
If this looks like three different paintings in one, that’s probably because it sorta is. I used a soft pencil brush for the lines, dry brushes for the flats, then watercolour brushes for shading, and now my trad-wired brain doesn’t know how to parse this information haha!
I’ve been slowly, over the course of this year, getting my feet wet in the ocean that is digital art.
The catalyst being some illustrations I had to do for work in June. I had been stubbornly holding on to doing things traditionally, but it really didn’t fit the project brief and I had to learn on the fly.
I’ve been mostly dicking around with colouring on Photoshop whenever I’m feeling too lazy to set up for painting, but I had another rush illustration project recently and screaming at my mouse every 15 minutes just reinforced that it’s time for me to fully join the 21st century.
I was thinking of getting myself a Kindle for Christmas, but I have instead ordered my first graphics tablet. I should be able to pick it up next week and while I’m sure it will be a thoroughly frustrating process to get used to a new medium, I’m excited.
Between the rush for preparations and my anxiety, I totally forgot to post an announcement here but I was at Komiket a few weekends ago!
Shared a table with the totally rad ICEBOX, Nagi, and Corn. Komiket was my first time peddling my wares at a con. Super tiring, but a lot of fun. Shoutout to friends who dropped by our booth and bought my prints. I’m super touched, guys. ❤
I did a grand total of one painting for #MerMay, I figured I might as well do one for #Inktober as well.
“We are the granddaughters of the witches you weren’t able to burn.”
I still haven’t quite gotten the knack of brush pens, but they sure make a world of difference in making line art look finished haha!
Pistol Packin’ Mamas:
I’ve been working on my water colour game for a few months now, and it wasn’t til recently that I realised what I missing in terms of depth. I think I’ve gotten the basics of it down in my most recent pieces of my favourite retro gals, Peggy and Phryne. I’m excited to see where I can go from here.
“Peggy”, 7″x9″, Watercolour and graphite, 2017
Phryne, 7″x9″, Watercolour and graphite, 2017
This has been a really disjointed update, I’m sorry, but my brain just doesn’t seem to want to words today.
Sailor Moon got me into art school.
This show was such a huge part of my childhood. Girls with super powers kicking ass? It had 10-year-old me LIVING.
I don’t think I would have started thinking of a career in visual arts had I not started drawing Sailor Moon fanart as a kid. It’s what got me started not only drawing human figures, but also drawing regularly. So am I exaggerating when I say Sailor Moon got me into art school? I don’t think so.
I’d been sitting on doing a Senshi series for a while and I’m stoked I finally finished it. This was originally only supposed to be the inner senshi (because I didn’t want to draw Chibiusa), but I included Neptune and Uranus due to public (read: a few friends) demand haha!
In a moment of insanity, I accepted a friend’s invitation to share a table at October Komiket. I also spent the next few days curbing a full-blown anxiety attack, because I’ve never been great at getting my work out there. I’ve been reintroducing myself to making fanart, something I haven’t done since college, since my most recent paintings are from 2015-2016.
Ngl, I’ve been having a lot of fun. Whenever I’m having a stressful day at work, I paint for about an hour or so after to decompress. It works for the most part, although I still feel like throwing up whenever I think about the con.
I actually feel more pressure for the con than I do for exhibits. Mainly because my goal for exhibits is exposure. Selling prints at a con is quantifiable. I will go home knowing exactly how much or how little my art has sold, and that shit is terrifying.
Revenge of the South Swell:
Managed to get away for a little water time, which usually leaves me in a good mood. Not this time.
A particularly big set of waves brought me to the impact zone which led me to take a bad tumble along the shore break, which led to this. My board’s gonna need some intensive repair and my heart is breaking.
Tempted to just wait til North Swell before getting back into the water because South Swell’s always so fucking wild in Zambales and I am low-key traumatised and paranoid that I’m gonna break another board if I borrow while mine’s out of commission.
On the upside, I’ve learned that the 30-minute workouts I’ve been trying to do everyday have paid off quite a bit in the water. Endurance is still my waterloo though, because I hate cardio with a passion.
Well, this started out as a new year’s post, but I’ve once again left it in my drafts for too long and it’s pointless now. Suffice it to say, 2016 was a good year for me personally, but shit universally and 2017 doesn’t look like it’s going to be any better. I’ve mostly been retreating into figure skating and Japanese male idol pop group videos whenever I get too stressed and overwhelmed from current events.
Getting fit and shit:
At Anj’s suggestion, I started doing yoga on weekday mornings last year. I managed to get through a whole month consistently before getting derailed by long holidays in October. I’ve only started again, I’m about a week and half in but the difference it’s made in my surfing is amazing. My paddling’s still weak AF (still working on that), but my back muscles have gotten significantly stronger as I hardly felt the strain.
I often wonder why out of all the sports, I had to choose one so physically demanding when I was never in good shape, but I wouldn’t trade surfing for anything.
Art and shit:
Was commissioned by a friend to design a logo for his custom board. I’m itching to post the final design, but I’m waiting for the finished board so I can post photos of that too.
Thought I’d do one of those meet-the-artist memes that’s been going around Instagram, but realised half-way though that I just couldn’t be arsed to draw the what’s-in-my-bag part of it.
I feel like this started looking more like me than how it ended up in colour, but oh well. I wanted an excuse to use coloured pencils again; I haven’t worked with them in ages. It feels so unfinished though. I don’t know if that’s because I’ve gotten used to the cleaner look of markers, or if I’m just out of practice with pencils.
Cosplay and shit:
Our #TitasofCosplay squad is finally doing a group cosplay together this year! It’s something we’ve been planning since before last year’s APCC, but since we already had costumes for the con, we decided to move it to this year. It’ll be the first, I think, that we’re all cosplaying characters from one franchise since our Sucker Punch group in 2011. A Divisoria trip last weekend yielded most of the costume pieces so all that’s needed now are our wigs and and smaller costume details. I’m shocked at how quickly it’s all coming together and I can finally allow myself to be a little excited for it. Our target con is still half a year away, but if we finish everything early, who knows? 😎