In my mind I call it ”自信”, (loosely translated to self-belief?), mainly because those were the words I had in my mind as I painted this. As the painting turned out it doesn’t really have much of a visual correlation to my mental title, but well, okay.
I’ve learnt that trying to paint myself exposes me to my own warped perception of my own appearance. Kept emphasising my self-perceived flaws, which was alarming. Still, nothing beats a good old mirror and time spent scrutinising form and colour as an exercise. I feel like I’ve learnt about both my appearance and painting, which is a pretty good outcome, all in all. :)
I’m hoping to move on to some charcoal portraiture soon (I need to fulfil some portfolio requirements as well as practice!) Hopefully I’ll have more things to post soon.
Because I don’t know how to not bite off more than I can chew, I’m trying to participate in Inktober, a daily ink drawing for every day of Octoboer.
On another hand, I’ve been doing these short sketches at mealtimes, commutes, and while I had a haircut. I’m posting my Inktober drawings daily on Instagram. If you’d like to join in just do an ink drawing and hashtag it #inktober! (It’s started by Jake Parker.)
Comissioned Raidou for the lovely DK who writes both Kakashi and Raidou in ANBU Legacy.
Tried out a couple of new brushes and did some clean linework, which is incidentally something I need to do more. Either way, not much to say, just handsome ninja man. I also learnt how to make a .gif!
This is a comissioned piece by one of the writers for the fantastic Naruto RP ANBU Legacy. Sketches and some progress shots. Tousaki Ryouma is all my adolescent crushes rolled into one an original character from the RP, and very, very cool.
I still have some problems painting hands and faces (sketching them seems to be alright but the translation into a rendered piece is a little hit or miss, really), and it’s a little frustrating. Still, I’m very happy to have worked on this, and I had fun with the colours and face. I still remember my poorly-proportioned secondary school sketches, so I think its good to just keep looking forward to more improvement, rather than fixating on how ‘terrible’ we all seem to think we are. :)
Sketch dump! Some of these are from a recent trip to both the zoo and the botanical gardens, and the rest are either done at cafes or on the daily commute.
Anyways I’ve just been thinking that work is draining and it’s easy to see how people stop doing their hobbies or whatever ‘cause they’re just so beat.
But we’re happiest when we do stuff, and create stuff. I’ve renounced worrying about how nice my drawings look and whether or not each piece I do is something ‘worth’ it. Even if its not ‘serious’ art, doodling is a great way to work of steam, heartbreak, anxiety, insomnia and everything else. It’s also great to let out all the sadness that comes a 2am reading sad naruto fanfiction, but that may just be me.
P.S.: I’m also (quite obviously) on Instagram, as ‘Leiaham’, and I post my sketches and some daily life stuff, so follow me if you’d like!
I’m not sure that this is the best application of my time, but hey. It’s my first week at work and it’s pretty fun, though I’m having trouble waking up early, ‘cause I keep pressing the snooze button on my phone (which is halfway across the room) and I never remember doing that when I wake up properly…
So I made this thing as I was winding down from work-related painting, and I shall go to sleep now. With any luck I’ll find my long-lost discipline and wake up early enough for a quick run tomorrow.
So.. introducing Sun! This is my contribution to a group I’m a part of, which does bi-weekly art Jams. This time the theme was to create a character and present them in a comic book cover. The Monkey King is from the Chinese novel Journey to the West, and I grew up watching live-action films of the same story.
I always thought that the Monkey King was a pretty cool character, but back then I thought it’d be cooler if he was a girl because boys were stupid, and all the girls in the drama series I watched were all crazy sexy she-demon seductresses, and I was miffed at that.
Just a quick study because I’m having trouble sleeping. Referenced of this picture. I don’t do nearly enough environments, and as such they are my weakness. I hope I can do more studies and get more comfortable with drawing backgrounds, though!
I’ve never been a huge patriot, as a child. Neither do I have particularly nostalgic memories of the National Day Parade, when I was in Primary school. That being said, I do remember being given a flag each year, and coming to school in a white blouse and a red skirt, and seeing the usually blue-and-white pinafore-clad convent awash in red and white. National Day was always a day of festivities, whether we liked it or not.
As I grow older and patriotic celebration is no longer mandatory in school, I’ve grown to appreciate Singapore for the home that it is. Of course, not everything is perfect, but well, what nation is? I hope Singapore has a great future ahead of it. Maybe we’ll have same-sex marriages legalised. Maybe tensions between immigrants and Singaporeans will ease off and we’ll manage the whole living-in-harmony bit. I certainly hope so. Home is home, after all.
Got this image stuck while listening to ‘Shallows’ by Daughter.
I suppose regrets and memories don’t ever disappear, but sometimes I feel as though they can wash away, if I wait long enough. They might float away, washed offshore by a gentle tide; if I could wash them of my body as easily as I do the grit and dirt on my skin in daily life – it just seems like a nice thought.