my insomniac song

I love coffee, I love cups

I'm an insomniac coffee, cup, music, dogs, beetles lover.

Yo! Where's my Dung?!

I dig, I dig 

I dig, dig, dig

I roll, I roll

I roll, roll, roll

I rub, I rub

I rub, rub, rub

my dung, my dung

my dung, dung, dung

Listen

Listen

Listen to the trees, listen to the flowers

listen to the wind, listen to the stars too

Listen to the things your eyes won't tell you

love,

NN

Ouroboros Ophis

Ouroboros Ophis

At the end is where I begin

Singing a song of Recreation and Death

The flowers may wither under the veiled moon

But at dawn another budding shall bloom

Love,

NN

Manifested Troubles

After a long day of drawing, I finally feel a lot better.

I also found a new way of illustrating. I guess lately 

I've been feeling that most of my end products look

more sketches-like than final outcome. But this, this

is indeed looking different, like I've finally wrapped 

it up! Woohoo! Happy alas!

Love,

NN

The Final Outcome

So this is it. The final outcomes. 

I need to think of how to improve

on these soon. It was such a 

beautiful and interesting topic

to talk about, yet I didn't manage

to give it the best it deserves. 

Furthermore, life is a never-ending

project, isn't it? I am like a heart-sick

lover now, missing my ex because

 I didn't see how wonderful he was 

and now I am soaked with tears of 

regrets. 

Snapped

Took some photographs today. 

Ever since I sit through another

lecture about Daniel Eatock, I 

got influenced with the idea of

taking photographs of strange 

finds daily. 

Honestly, Daniel Eatock is just

one of those artists who seem

to just point out a weird/strange

find. Another person that I kind

of admire more would be Tony

Davidson. His weird finds are 

hilarious, odd, and sometimes

it just makes you feel more 

interested and attracted to the

objects, things, or place he

photographed.

Here are 3 that I've attempted to 

begin this new-found habit with!

Personally, if you ask me which one i'd like the

most, I'd choose the last one. It makes you wonder.

With love,

NN

Shawn's Big Fish

So the storyline finally arrived. I'm actually pretty thankful, 

it was an adorable story. Shawn's Big Fish, the story revolves

around a polar bear name Shawn. One morning, Shawn's mother

and his two brothers went to the pond to learn fishing. But

the entire trip didn't really do any good for Shawn. His brothers

caught fishes but not Shawn. He got teased, he was upset, he was 

sad and Mama Polar Bear tried to console him. He woke up the

next morning determined to catch himself a fish. So he practiced

and practiced, day after day. Finally, he caught himself a fish.. 

A BIG FAT FISH! Happy, and excited, he brought the fish home

and he was praised for his determination, perseverance. 

A very common moral-of-the-story. 

Creating the characters, clothing them and making them come

back to life is the most fun part for me. At first, there was a lot 

of feedback from Amy (my client), that Shawn and his brothers

looks like Cats. I was highly discouraged and disheartened when

I heard that. Therefore, I learned that everyone sees things very

differently. The Polar Bears that I see is as unique as this. 

We eventually came to an agreement to use this Polar bear 

because after all I am the illustrator and I am supposed to design

the character myself, not be told how to. Everything turned out 

wonderful at the end, and Amy was really happy. So, all is well! 

I had a good fun out of this project! I'd definitely do this again

if given another chance~ Wooohoo!  

So glad, we had this opportunity to illustrate a storybook.

This is a really good experience to have. Thank you,

LASALLE! 

with love,

NN

Sitting right

Sometimes, you just accidentally became creative about something. Or one thing you do leads to another. It can be pretty surprising.

Sprinkle and dust wala magic! II

For process book, I've decided to revisit some of the techniques taught in workshops. So I sprayed a couple of stuffs again. So fun! We should all do this often.

With love,
nn

A little song

I woke up today feeling strangely tired. I just want to bury my face in my pilllows, they smell like my hair, they smell like me.. Leaving the bed feels like I am leaving parts of me behind. It's so heartbreaking and sad. Of course I don't always feel this way, but today.. Today is different.

So I got up, had a quick shower, melting cigarette in one hand and the rest of my body in the running shower..put on a new set of pressed shirt with shorts, and went to pack my bag. Brought along my guitar as well. I'm gonna name him Raphael. For some reason, the name sticks with such a beautiful feurengel.

A little photo session before I end it off. Today is a day to be different :) good kind of different.

With love,
nn

Blind willow, sleeping woman

Today I decided to stay home and abort the idea of swimming. 'Forget about it,' the voice inside my head said.. 'It's too hot outside, you might get a heatstroke before getting into the pool..' And my headache began to throb deeply, like an irregular rhythm of an awkward person knocking on my heavy, rosewood door knock, knock... knock..knock, knock. knock, knock, knock...

So I turn on the air-conditioner and the table lamp in my study room, sat down politely by my desk and continue my new Murakami book. Just a few minutes into the book, I was drawn into the ingenious work of art. Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman this is one book I will definitely recommend to all my novel loving friends.

I am now at chapter 5, and now it is time to put my beloved book down. Essay beckons. The horror awaits. My prediction? Sleep is not possible tonight.

With love,
nn

Growth

Looking back on my old drawings, it is very very strange. 

I know this person, the person I was when I drew them,

but now I can't really recognize this person anymore. 

Haha, so strange! 

And so I continue to grow, the way I project

changes, but the person I am became more

sensitive to what I see. I want to draw them 

all down. 

Digital painting with a mouse, I was over-challenging

myself. But lucky me, it turned out okay. 

Else my insomnia would come back and haunt 

me until I do this well! 

This cat is probably the tipping point of where I'm gonna 

go afterwards. I was criticized for my line qualities, and

the cat was my experiment and my own workshop. 

And insomnia really did haunt me. 

I'm a child waiting to grow. 

I need a guided mastery !

Sprinkles and dust powder wala magic!

The collection spray exercise. You get beautiful results out of it. 

I will try this again for sure, what an experience! xx

The Collection Begins

In this new year, many things shifted. We have a new breakthrough in our assignments. Some of us learned to be so much stronger, independent, and creative. I have seen amazing pieces made by my classmates. This is always so refreshing, growing along with so many talented people. Happy 2013 to me and my fellow classmates.