Me, again

 

PPA On the Spot Contest. Soft pastel on 12" x18" Strathmore. December 18. Tai Meng Lim soft pastel tutorial. 18”x 12” Strathmore. December 11.

Pet Portrait Challenge 2. 12" x 18" On the Spot Soft Pastel. November 28. Pet Portrait Challenge 1. 12" x 18" On the Spot Soft Pastel. November 28. Proud of my wide range of art accomplishments for the week that passed. November 27. Weekend digital doodle via Paper App . November 27. Waverly Place, my take on a NYC urban landscape scene in Ink and Watercolor. 7.5”x 10.5” watercolor paper. November 27. Wasserende Am Dach, my watercolor version of a Hundertwasser painting.  To be translated to wall (as soon as I figure out how). November 25. "Cosas", a Joan Miro-inspired acrylic painting of old things found in my roof studio.  16"x 20" canvas. November 24.  An ode to the brown paper bag. Sincerely, The power of four (years old). Diamond-shaped Aiming for a tesseract. Variations of my digital selfie sketch via PSExpress. November 24. Gal Gadot quick sketch in Procreate from a Twitter post.  *Can’t help it if I’m a quick draw* November 23. Lily Pond

Warning: This concerns only BBC, not Shakespeare. There is something about the English language that is both calming and unnerving at the same time. You see, people seem to revel at its greatness, regardless. Just look at BBC for instance. If there’s such a thing as cloud porn or just plain porn (I hate to say the unmentionables here ); listening to BBC is like listening to “audible porn”. It doesn’t matter what the News tells you, whether it’s about the unacceptable atrocities of the War in Iraq, Syria, Kabul, etc or the heart-wrenching treatment of Muslim women in the world or women as a whole. The words spoken are spoken with panache, with flair; a sense of controlled prose or poetry even when what is being said deals with horror or abuse. The way it’s being said is as if “Everything will be alright as long as we’re saying it. Correctly.” It kind of gives us a false security. A little about me: Besides being a nagger at home, my mother was a lawyer and a certified orator in school

Initial idea, scrapped. 2x Gessoed canvas. Building up some rocks on top. (Orange) Rocks background done. Changed the orientation. My pink bike on the rocks is finally done.

  My Tweet from September 25:   Here are some watercolor samples from Jose Valerio, our country’s very own contemporary John James Audubon and more. I want to cry now not because my works couldn’t be as good as his but because they’re absolutely beautiful to look at and imbibe. ______________ UPDATE for today, October 21: About one month ago on September 19, I read on his FB page just today that Mr. Valerio already died, due to COVID-19 complications. I am shocked to learn of this as I wanted to chat with him again, check up on him and just look at his paintings but now suddenly couldn't. The next best thing to do is to save his shared pictures of orchids, flowers, fruits, vegetables, birds, etc all endemic to the Philippine islands we both know and love (him more than I); collage them as they are aplenty and post them here for posterity and reference. So here they are, an assortment of the luscious nature only he can illustrate which is also a collective testament to his imperi