The them of tonight is burlesque. The models today are excellent as well. I like the big smile on her face.
My sister adopted two cats Jojo and Athena last year after our old cat Momo died for breast cancer. We had Momo since she was a kitten, so her death was really traumatizing to our family. My sister, especially, couldn't stand the missing feeling of Momo at home. Not long after she brought two cats back.
I haven't met Jojo and Athena personally since I'm in the U.S. But my sister asked me for a portrait of them for her birthday this year. So here it is:
Tonight is the second time I attended the Thursday Fashion Sketch Night at Society of Illustrators. I met Bil Donovan, the curator of the event. Turned out he teaches fashion illustration at my school, Fashion Institute of Technology. I just haven't met him till now. I was flattered when Bil asked me if I'd like to model for them in the future. Sounds fun!
Hi guys, I know I haven't been posting for like forever, so I don't know how may readers I have left out there. If you're reading this now, I appreciate you stopping by =) I'll pick my blogging up this Summer so you can hear more from me!
So allow me to introduce you to the portrait of Hannah! Hannah is a 13-year-old guide dog of a senior couple who I visit weekly. I mixed quite a lot of molding paste with the acrylic to leave the thick brush strokes on canvas so Michele and Eva can feel it. Michele, the owner said he wants to take the painting to the grave when he passed away. I did this painting for free just for them. Once in a while I like to give back to the people I care. What do you think of this painting? Do you have a pet/family that you cherish so much?
So the one-third of this semester has passed and I just finished this series of 3 illustrations of Grand Central Terminal. I had lots of fun doing it in ink wash; it's my favorite medium.
And you can see there are words on each drawing; together it says: The Root of Hatred is Love. I'm not a writer, but I have had a habit of keeping a journal for 4 years. I jot down whatever flashes through my mind as possible as I can, and maybe there would be 1 out of 1000 is good. So "The Root of Hatred is Love" is what I came up with after a break-up. You know sometimes you try so hard to hate a person, but deep down you actually care about them. This is how I feel.
I hope you all enjoy my ink wash drawings as much as I do. I believe if an artist puts much efforts in his work, he can invite the viewers to join this intimate journey with him.
This is my professor this semester: Salvatore Catalano
This old man is a gem! He's witty and sarcastic, I love his class
Drawn from a photo taken in South Street Philly last summer.
When I travel, there are many moments that I want to stop to sketch the scene, but the instinct keeps me going, plus the weather is damn nice, you don't wanna stay in one place for too long.
South Street is full of life, cool African shops and the famous Jimmy's Philly Cheesesteak( that place you see in the movie Creed) and the Magic Garden are nearby, those are the must-goes in Philadelphia, trust me, especially the Magic Garden, which is built entirely in pieces of glasses by mosaic artist Isaiah Zagar.
I literally forgot to post this final project based on Alice in Wonderland right after the semester ended. Christmas was busier than I expected this year; dinners and parties followed one another. Our oven was not working so I didn't get to bake the cookies and my roommate was seriously hangover that I went cleaning up her house on behalf of her. Still, I was grateful that I had a place to go on Christmas and even received gifts from her family.
After New Year I plan to go to Washington D.C, I'll keep you updated with my works. Thanks again for your likes.
Have a wonderful holiday for you all=)
Play hard and stay safe!
Me and B went to NJ yesterday to get the car I just bought. It started raining heavily not long before we entered the highway. I got a little panic honestly because that was my first time driving on the highway and the visibility was bad. In the end I changed the lane suddenly because I almost missed the exit.
We decided to stay in a hotel in NJ for a night; especially after experiencing a dramatic and crazy driving, I guess we both felt like having a break. We parked the car facing the river. We ate then took a nap. At night we went to sit on the bench by the river, then there was my long-lost tranquility. I looked at the still water and the passing vehicles on the highway; closed my eyes, it's almost like I was still in Oregon Apartment. B came to hug me because of my silence. I told him about my dream; that I'd like to live in a country side one day; growing my own veggies and owning few horses; reading at the porch at night or playing guitar. B laughed, he said this is not what I told him two years ago. I was an urban girl who couldn't live without the city. I said yeah, but one thing that never changed is that everything is changing.
In a sunny Friday afternoon, I rode Pronto bike along down the Olympic park. I stopped around the Interbay trail. Although it's a 24 hour pass, I decided not to go longer because my hands hurt due to the freezing wind.
I sat by the shore, looking at the glinting water. Jus sat there and chill.
Sometimes, or most of the time, I don't have much to say. So I am going to end this post with this quote about time:
"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”
― Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay
I went to Fremont Sunday Market this afternoon in hope of finding "Mr. Hippo" who made my sketchbook bag.
Unfortunately I was told he had a car trouble that he couldn't come today, so I ended up having an authentic fish and chips bought from a food truck called Nosh in the end of the market. Instead of having pieces of fish chips scattered in the plate, they deep fried the whole fillet, and the side mushy peas is yummy too:)
One thing I like about Seattle is that there are many outdoor markets and each has different features, like there's an indoor antique market included in Fremont Market. People like old stuffs such as typewriters, jars of your grandma's collected buttons, old music disks would definitely like to hang around there:)
I'd probably do a series sketches of outdoor markets in Seattle.