Saturday, July 10, 2010


There is a few that I like on there but most of them is crap.

Friday, July 2, 2010

summer project IX

(medium: watercolour )

I screwed up on the other picture on the page so Chris gets a special solo exposition
I just thought this was kinda sweet

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Taking a break from taking a break

Sorry that I haven't been posting anything in this last week. I have being lazy/busy. But here are 3 okay sketches I did during the week. ( all the other ones are terrible)

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Summer project VIII

sorry for the shitty paintings but I'm starting to hate gouache

(medium: gouache)
top Kymberly, bot Fahim

Just trying something out since I was a little fed up with gouache

(medium: Ink)
top Christina, bot Jeremy

Thursday, June 17, 2010


Playing around with the eraser-guard and trying out Bodoni Roman. I think I'm in love.

(medium: ball point pen)

Tuesday, June 15, 2010


This one is continuos lines

So I got sidetracked from ffffound and found this other site,, which is a just a site of a whole bunch of sweet pictures. And I decided to draw a few of them and add type into it.

(medium: black ball-point pen)

Friday, June 11, 2010

Summer project VII

Thought I try something new so I did these in gouache. The scanner sucks away colour so I thought trying a different way of painting the bottom one. ( I don't think it turned out as well I thought 'sad face')

top Raisa, bot Dustin

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Dear Katie,

These therapeutic letters are not really helping at all. My dreams feel more and more realistic and I’m waking up in more random spots. Did I tell you that when I woke up on the flowerbed three nights ago it was seven o’clock in the evening? I don’t think I was sleepwalking because I had a camera around my neck and was not in my pajamas. But back to the real problem, my bizarre dreams are getting worse and worse.

Yesterday my dream started in Chinatown. I was trying to haggle with an old Chinese lady about a barbecue-duck, when I heard screaming from a distance. I looked into the direction of the cries. A whole herd of people in tracksuits came stampeding down the street at my direction. Reflecting on the matching tracksuits, I thought it was a parade of some sort. But then all of a sudden it became uncomfortably dark. Lengthy wiggly shadows appeared out of nowhere. I was about to look up then it started to rain. “That's weird,” I though to myself, “ it was sunny just a few seconds ago.” My train of thought was disturbed by one of the tracksuit people. She was a girl that looked just like me! She was trying to say something to me, but some Spanish song overpowered her voice. In a split second she went flying into the air against her will. Giant tentacles were snatching the tracksuit people one by one and throwing them into the air. The enormous tentacles belonged to a colossal octopus hovering down the street in a leaky cube of water. The people were disappearing into the sky one by one. The song became lauder and lauder. Though I couldn’t understand a word of the Spanish song but it was coming from the sky. I suddenly realized there were words at the bottom of my vision translating the song, like subtitles. I recognized instantly it was Hero by Enrique Iglesias. With the unexpected comprehension I looked into the sky looking for the source of the music. Music notes came crushing down from the sky like hail. They were as big as a fully-grown tuna fish. Shocked by what I have just witnessed I was like a deer caught in the headlights. An eighth note with razor sharp ends came plummeting down at me. Not being able to move I closed my eyes and stood there. Pop. Something hit me on the forehead. Strangely the eighth note that hit me didn’t hurt at all. It felt like a rain drop just hit my head but I didn’t get wet. I opened my eyes to check for any damages and all I found was an Adidas’ shoe on my head. I looked down the street and found music note raining from the sky and turning into shoes when it hits the ground. Occupied being astounded by the sight I had forgotten about the monstrous Octopus that was still floating above me. Out of the blue I felt a tremendous amount of force hurling me into the air. The streets of Chinatown filled with shoes quickly became nothing but black. The Enrique song also stopped. I was stuck in darkness. Big blinding white words popped out of nowhere in front of me. It read ‘Impossible is Nothing’ and an Adidas logo underneath it. Before I could come to a conclusion that I just dreamed an Adidas ad, I woke up in a pitch-black hallway, with a radio, which is on, beside me.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Monday, June 7, 2010

Chapter I continue...

Cold steam came jetting out of the sides, now clouding my vision to one meter. Panicking to shut it off, I turned the key with excessive strength and snapped it in half. “Why is this happening to me?” I thought to myself, “I don’t know what to do anymore.” All the emotions of helplessness, fear, confusion, and frustration rushed into my brain all at once. It felt like I was a spectator of a war with millions of me with different emotions battling each other and feeling each stabbing and punching they produce. Lost in the chaos, I felt wetness dripping down my body. I was crying I realized. But there were no sound, just giant drops of water forming at my tear duct. The teardrops sucked away the fog, and an unconformable red laser peeks through and enters into my eyes. My eyes felt like being injected with a thousand needles, but there was warmth about it, oddly enough. Then I woke up on the flowerbed in my front yard with sprinklers on.

Dear Katie Chapter I

So I'm kinda tired of drawing and still with no job in hand I have way too much free time. I found this thing I wrote for Communication class. Reading it again I'd want to continue it as summer project number 2. stay tone for cha II.

pardon the shitty spelling/grammar.

Chapter I

Dear Katie,

Today, I had yet again dreamed about that haunting nightmare, but it got a bit stranger. I started in a middle of a massive foggy forest, with only about two meters of vision. There was nothing in sight except for a few silhouetted tree trunks I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. The limited vision and lack of sound was making me feel uneasy. For a few minutes I’ve seemed to be getting nowhere. I’d looked down and found my legs were made of scrapped metal. Trying to stay calm, I tried to move it manually, but my strength was not nearly enough to make it budge. I looked around my oddly formed legs, hoping to find a trigger to get it mobile. Then on my right thigh I found a fist sized red key. I grabbed the key and turned it with no hesitation.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Monday, May 31, 2010

Summer project III

top Nathan, bot Daga

(medium: watercolour)

Summer project II

Here is two more out of the 361 I am planning to paint.

top Troy, bot Sam

(medium: watercolour)

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Summer Project

This is just another water colour eye & nose

This might sound crazy, but this summer I am going to attempt and paint portaits of all my friends on facebook. So if you're on my facebook friend list then you will probably get a free shitty portait painted.

top Crystal, bot Dave

Sunday, May 23, 2010


My second attempt at eye and nose but this time with gouache.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Self Motivation

Today I was spending way too much time on ffffound, then I thought to myself I should really just start drawing, and then this came out.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Hot Oils

Illustration of human engineering (liposuction)

David Bowie

This was a little thank you project for our illustration teacher

Gravity optional

A sketch of a few random things I might colour it... someday

Tuesday, May 18, 2010