Tool Box

It’s 3:36 AM.

After the last subject in the morning, we let Rex have the TANDAUY. Hahaha. "Ah inita uy!". Hahaha.

Hinagiban sa Sugbu was ok. I got myself free passes and some… t-shirt. I like the shirt. (Yawns).

The art exhibit at the background of the event was…. arunno. Can’t denote it in a single word. At least, people were spending more time watching my photos. Bah. Bahala nag critique basta tan-aw lang gihapon! They seemed to like Jen’s edited pic, and my wraith thingie.

Woo. Ambot. Na-uwaw kos atong mga taga-CAFA nga higher years. Ug katong mga nagkupot ug SLR. Yawa.

Faspitch’s and Powerspoonz’s videos were ok. They could’ve used a better camera for it though. I think they can afford it. Faspitch’s video reminds me of a Taking Back Sunday ‘This Photo is Proof’ video - Cueshe ‘Stay’ video hybrid. HAHAH. Powerspoonz’s Overflow was i think, a rip-off of Deftones’ Hexagram. Klaro Part.

(Yawn). I didn’t bother finishing the show. Went to Starbucks and slept there for about 3 hours, woke up at three a.m. with my sister inviting me to eat at some fastfood in Fuente.

(Sigh). We’ll be spending the night ‘today’ at CAFA for some leadership training bullshit.

Uy Jen, imong print, wa nimo kuhaa. Tsk.  Motosha. Nice poi twirling moves.

I still have to wake up four hours later.

Why do I always choose to be sleep-deprived?

I’ve waited for this moment
All my life and more
And now i see so clearly
What i could not see before.
The time is now or never
And this chance won’t come again
Throw caution and myself into the wind.

There’s no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But im willing to find out what impossible means.
A leap of faith.

Parody of an angel
Miles above the sea
I hear the voice of reason
Screaming up to me
"You flew above too high, for now your’e too close to the sun
Soon your makeshift wings will come undone"

But how will I know limits from life if i never try?
Theres no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But im willing to find out what impossible means.
Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams
Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me.
Nothing to me
Nothing to me

I will touch the sun or I will die trying.
Die Trying.

Fly on these secondhand wings
Willing to find out what impossible means
Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams
Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Nothing to me
Means nothing to me
Miles above the sea.

(by Thrice)

I’m sleeping early today (Let’s say 1 a.m.?!?). I suddenly have this urge to paint tomorrow.

Dunno. BLAH.

Expect more digital art and photos.

View them HERE.

I’m back to wrestling with my Adobe Photoshop skeels.

I surrender to my statement of apathy towards modern art. Who cares about making money anyway? But nevertheless, traditional art remains unfathomable.

(Kapoy anang artist-artist nga naay trade-mark-trade-mark uy. Ug kanang discriminative kaayo sa definition nga mu-appreciate. Pisti mo! Wa mo kaila unsay nindot? Broaden your hearts and you’d see some improvement).

Look who’s talking. Haha. UZI PINAMAY!

(Ay basta. Mas-nindot lagi nang traditional art. Banga lang jud na si Uzi. ) Haha.

Enjoy. That felt good.

I’m sleeping early this time. Let’s say… 12: 30 midnight?

I’m inclined to add more people to blame in my angst page, but realized i’m making it cheesier that way.

Here’s a footstep my dancing fingers have drawn on the dance-floor.

I’ve cultivated a partial influence from Luis Royo, and Simon Bisley (yeah right).

Enjoy the drawing. My hands work best when it’s raining. I had some of Sir Kimsoy Yap’s shading techniques in the earlier stages of this drawing, but the strokes seem to have blended too much when I started to work around the contours of the neck.

Uh… no. It’s not the only drawing I’ve done in the 3 weeks. There’s a lot more I can display but I’m too drenched in the pool of degradation.

I hope you enjoyed the drawing. I sure did. For a while.

Check out Luis Royo’s and Simon Bisley’s artworks. Just… browse them in some… web-search engine whatever. Don’t be surprised when you get nipples for results.

Oh dear, It’s Four in the morning.

Intrigued? Click HERE to enlarge.