i feel lousy . my sketches are lousy. and i just realised i need to finish a wood carving tomorrow. shouldn't have procrastinated. should have planned it all earlier.

procrastination kills me.

the sudden low self esteem is not dealing any good to me and my productivity. i put a stop to all sketching of portraiture altogether because i failed to capture a face. what a loser.

today i try to work on my essay and presentation but gave in to all the distractions that came, because i didnt have the heart to shoo them all away.

and i got sabotaged by my emotions and my body this week, which means my schedule has to be pushed back by about 4 days. argh.

plan1- drying rack back to original position.
plan2- if people still don't get it, mark the spot for public infamy.
plan3- hide at divgrosh's space(very strategic location!)

with cornflakes and water.

the smell. smoke, nippon paint, lacquer spray...

The fear of blindness

I can't help but feel that my eyes will turn against me one day.  my vision has never been that stable ever since i stepped into art school.  i started to have stinging sensations in both my eyes last year, and as a result, i'd freeze on the spot because it was too painful to even open them, and someone has to rush to source for tissue to save me.  once, on the train home, my eyes teared so badly, causing my nose to run, and made the old man beside me think i was crying.  he offered me a whole packet of tissue.  

i need to prepare myself for the worse.  i can imagine how the blind artists felt during the blinding process and the period of shock and adjustment if they were made blind from an accident.  

http://www.massgeneral.org/children/adolescenthealth/articles/aa_blindness.aspx
http://www.preventblindness.org/news/observe.html
http://www.wrongdiagnosis.com/h/hysteria/intro.htm
http://adam.about.com/encyclopedia/Vision-problems.htm

the night is young, and all but six remain
down the lane, they play a game
groovin' shakin' they went insane

sometimes i ...

the printmaking workshop can now function like a dark room. with these uv filer tubes installed outside the light bulbs, we don't have to work in the dark anymore.




went in for the lvl 1 critic session for a while. i can't believe some don't even bother about documenting their critique sessions. i can't believe some don't even bother about documenting their life.

my mock ups for movement II

pack up for hommmeee need to force myself to do work at home. these days i've been quite unproductive. and i made myself believe that no homework touches homeground.

i've started a new personal project 

what sparked the idea was  this- observing people coming in and out, to and fro from my space.  and i hate it.  it interrupts my momentum in work as my attention gets diverted from the countless distractions that happen every other minute.  

gallery sitting now.
brought all my work up to do.

Since i'm sitting i thought it would be good to have a good understanding about what the work is about.  i mean, i NEED TO KNOW about what's being exhibited.  so, i did some research. 

Reverberation 

Reverberant sound is the collection of all the reflected sounds in an auditorium.

researching on little girls running away. need the pose for my satirical illustration of a Queen chasing after a servant girl with a cane.


i came across this illustration that's really interesting.




links to other ref images
http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/inspirational-christmas-stories-the-little-match-girl-3.jpg
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/46/126799038_51637602b1.jpg?v=0
http://nymag.com/images/2/daily/entertainment/07/06/13_lindariss1_lgl.jpg

we did it.

This is what i did in the army today. the open house went very smoothly i should say, considering the number of parents who signed their kids up for the weekly programmes.

even though i enjoyed myself very much there( i felt that i was quite slack), i am still very happy to be back here in studioland. people are contemplating a stay over tonight. hmmx... it's quite risky and we'll be guinea pigs if we do it, tonight.

i came across this picture on apple.com. nice.

dreadlock. finally

an impromptu decision

Sally hit me hard on my left and told me he wanted to give me something. i was thinking : something? what could sally ever hand over to me... hmmx hmmx hmmx... 

and he gave me the ZOUK OUT installation competition form, and told me he wanted me to take part in it, and at the same told asked me to consider the advantages of the whole package.  

as for now prof, Fendy and wanita are interested.  Might wanna do the group work with less people so that the dividends will be much higher.  heh, heh, heh. 

my gosh, as we were walking back to studioland across the grass patch, i saw my name printed HUGE across the board for the NO WONDER satelite dish.  OMFG!!!!!!!!!

this sketch is done in carbon chalk for a change. wanna see the diff. but have to stop now.

i've lost my sense of time.  from dreamland to studioland, i woke to think it was past 8, when in fact it's time as it is right now.  In oblivion, i took countless steps as i wander away from the shell, in search for the source of fruits. One by one, the shops turned off their lights as i passed them by. 

i need a watch.

Distractions

As i write, people are walking in and out from my cozy little corner.  

i do welcome the new people i've met the past month, but being friendly does have it consequences.  i know people know that i've got work to do, we all have work to do.  and a little stopping by to say hi is quite reasonable for a short walk around studioland.  however, if there are many many many people stopping by to say hi every other lapse of five minutes, it gets FREAKIN' IRRITATING!!! it distracts me from my work, apart from being a receptionist.  People stop by, ask me for directions, ask me for comments, talk about their concept, sit down and play tunes, wriggle on the spot, comment about my objects left on my table, check out what i am doing, and some idiot sitting opposite me will give me that smirk on his face whenever....and it makes me ... ARGH...........................

It got very unbearable the past two days and i can't really get work down.  i wanna turn these people down but i find it quite hard to do so.  some apparently don't know that i'm on earphones, which i blast at max on purpose, and step in to tap on my back and more often than not, gives me a shock.  

 i hate my cozy little corner.  its far too welcoming.  even the prof says its more like and exhibition space with me as a gallery sitter cum receptionist.  i hate it i hate it i hate it.  i wanna get work done.  i need to concentrate.  so people please give me some peace! 

i got a call right before workshop induction from Ear in corp comms department, asking me if i was able to do portrait drawing in an event happening next month because asdfajsjfo;a told her that i was able to do so.


workshop induction was quite boring. the wait between stations was just so boring. handling the equipment's SO EASY rite... ... ... zzz...zzz...zzzzzzzzz.. why... induct... us... forrrrrr.....zzzzz.z.z.z.z.zz.z.z.z.


anyway i went into the office and did a sketch of Ear in 12 mins and she said she looked like her mom. the people workin' in there were really funny esp the guy who stars in tv ads. they were trying to distract me from her , to draw them in funny poses instead. haha.


i have no speed. with speed comes minimum accuracy. i'm not good enough. why not call the DEEPBLUE SEA? she's FAR FAR WAY WAY BETTER THAN I.

goya

i miss train rides back home with my master.  gonna go off walking  from little india to boon keng mrt station to catch the last train soon.

someone said excuse me and spoke to me.  he was just puzzled that i am more awake than he is every other early morning, and i'll still be around in school past eleven pm.  so he asked about my daily sleep routine and i told him- dreamland starts from about 2-3 if i'm lucky and ends about 7am.

just added finishing touches.  going for 04's class now.  

we're late. 

Turple is officially dead

Once i get cash, i'll get a glass jar and some isopropyl to preserve Truple.  

i love this. mallywally gave the end of one of the branches she collected for her project just because it had cute mushrooms growing from it. i love it love it love it. it made me feel like creating my own little dwarves in paper clay to live in the nooks and crammies that surround the shrooms.

"fantastic"

i enjoy graphic novel lessons because what we discuss is so real and can be related to life and everything that goes with it. going to lessons make me feel relaxed. also today's comic artist we talked about does works that are very human, and we also discussed about hte human spirit in these people, that they portray what is reality in their drawings which make people who overlook these mundane matters think.

graphic novel class relfections:

create a graphic novel just based on the concept for my flag book for drawing class.

life drawing class reflections:

do i need to pay that much attention to the contrast

bring out the weaknesses in my drawing style, that is the challenge now

different media for different situations for different models for different setups

i can still do drawing!

Wednesday's the always the busiest day of the week. I start classes from 9am to 6pm with not much of a break in between.

printmaking workshop reflections:

paper made is aesthetically beautiful, question is if it is relevant to what i wanna portray in my major works.

04's very concerned about paper used in works

how about an installation with a video? - i was thinking of sound instead

04 suggested for me to record down thoughts and secrets that we do not know about each person i sketched or monoprint-ed.

Jeeko also suggested the same as 04, that there lacks a something to draw the audience to the work, and a sort of maybe gimmick of some sort to make it even more interesting. must it be so literal?

challenge is to collate all portraits done into a book by next term.

for monoprints, change paper from cartridge to better paper....

no tree yesterday, documented today.

i'm off for life drawing.

it's a pain whenever i do a monoprint that don't work as planned.  it frustrates me when sudden;y, after a few colour build ups on the plate it smudges too much or don't even print.  but i guess i am getting a little better everyday at this new technique.  

it suddenly came to me that i am officially studying fine arts, occupying a space called mine in studioland.  as i skipped i reminisced about events just last semester- the last time i skipped, it was at wanita's space and was doing all sorts of things to her hair.  haha.  those were the days...

Wall-E

i'm a loser.  paid $6 to sleep in the cinema. This really goes to show that i need to stick to watching horror and fantasy flicks.  hehe. only loved the ending when the credits came marquee-ing up the screen.  hehehe. 

Fish, Fish

No Fish

Cat, Cat

No Cat

Bird, Bird

No Bird

Tree, Tree

No Tree

Turple is officially dead

Monbroe came up to me and handed over her shirt, mushroomed at one end. she told me to hold tight. I held it and was clueless. she told me to shake it and i got shocked by the buzzing that came from inside the mushroom. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5W5JJXtqhw
i'm doing mindmapping for tomorrow's drawing class now. chanced upon this.

Master

i'm gonna stop at this.  her face is so hard to paint(or should i say print?!) 

printmaking workshop reflections:

try a larger scale

what medium? try oils, cheap oils (marie brand) can work out too 

keep doing more prints

the libraryland people told me that i've been holding on to a book that's been due for a month, which amounts to $3 worth of fines!!! i've looked everywhere at my space and it's nowhere to be found. i don't even recall borrowing the book- the complete printmaker. ARGH.

this is why i have to do online research now. here's some info on Goya. 

her face is so hard to draw. pretty people have their flaws. but is this just an excuse? i'm quite disappointed with my drawing skills now. this is my second attempt at drawing her face. and i drew it so small. what is this maaan. what the hell am i doin'.!

i think i am tired. spent a whole 6 hours on this monoprint.
the next print was done in just five minutes, because i grew sick of the hundreds of layers created in the previous print.

just completed.

the smile

the smile is a very deceptive expression.

i love Regina Spektor's mtvs.  They are so artsy.  

eh yo, don't diss me brother. i am your mama.

dumak just gave me some extra acrylic paint of a different brand to use for a next print because he had too much. these aren't colours i would really use, but oh wells, i hate the thought of him throwing the paints away so i used it anyway.

decided to leave the face blank.

 dukuvictim turned out looking very

disney.  kinda like one of the characters

in Beauty and the Beast.

 

Bastards at the ones who play with the sunlight. And, on top of that, accuse me of being irresponsible. Tit for tat yo mr black dude. don't pull THE MANAGEMENT into the picture. for now its between me and you. u just dissed your mama.

work-duku-corndog-nlb-brasbasah-esplanade-bugis-studioland

taught the kids blind contour drawings today.

  they were really happy after that.  

so cool, never thought they would be interested.  

put their works on the world for all to

 see, but it's a pity.  i don't think anyone

 there appreciates.  it'll probably just be an 

inaccurate drawing.

t

he kids began drawing on the board, creating

their own blind contour images.  one started

to try drawing what's on the ceiling and another

tried to draw the air con.  i loved everything they did.  

met yelagne while waiting for 

the bus to arrive.  it had no idea

what was happening.  Suddenly

there was another cat in the

window staring back at him.

just checked into studioland.  loved 04's and nether's works.  was observing yuk working on the silkscreen thingy he was doing and he seemed really frustrated with what he was doing.  his red relief works were really interesting and made 

me think of how he did it.  

studioland's emptiness made the environment condusive for reading.  realised the stuff i photocopied are half the time irrelevant to my major but provided unknown insights into psychology.  

ducking and throwing duku-grenades are my forte as i hid behind the white walls that make up the maze of studioland.  my keen ears picked up signals through the echoes of a familiar sound, and i aimed and tossed the grenade ov

er the wall.  It hit the target, on his arm.  i rejoiced.  as cowardice sat in, i took shelter behind a chair, under a vacant table.  whilst in camouflage mode, i still threw grenades at the target as he approached in his unawares.  another target swept by so close to me and i open fire and the victim wronged an innocent who stood beside her. 

i have completed the print from last night, and evolved the next into a green faced variant.  

prof in the sun

x cm

water based block printing ink

on cartridge paper

prof variant

x cm

water based block printing ink and

coffee on cartridge paper

 

just finished with a sketch of the prof. impressed that i can still capture the essence of a person in a quick sketch.  i'm always in self doubt.  seeing something successful being made from my bare hands might seem trivial, but it means alot to me.

i'm almost done with the first print of a portrait of her. it's left with the facial features to completion.