Category: Art
‘Flower Girl’ (2017)
I loved making animated posters like this. The best part when playing with paintings is that colours are bound to go haywire, all the more making the end something to look forward to. More art and stuff: the Gallery! ‘Flower Girl’ (2017) watercolour, ink on paperdigitalised
‘Typing’ (2016)
Going through my archives, one folder, one sketchbook, one box at a time. Here’s one of my favourites. The colours turned out exactly how I imagined them to be. I can’t remember what paper I used for this one but it held pigment so well (or maybe it’s the quality of paint I used). I…
Once Upon A Small Night
“Once Upon A Small Night”November 2021acrylic on 6 cm x 8 cm canvasoriginal miniature painting by yours truly
Revision
There are things I want to write about, from today in particular, and yet yesterdays’ thoughts seem to take over my mind which dictates what my writing hand can do. The thoughts are no direction in any sense: simply they are a reminder that such exists, that there are things that may still surface once…
I long to dwell in an ocean of fancies
I long to dwell in the ocean of fanciesanother body of water after a Countless.How can I help but dream of fishing every nightto catch such anything that puts me in bliss? I’d like to lay in a blanket of daisies—for the soil itself to be strands of my tresses.Does it matter if my eyes…
Slower mornings
Pebrero 2022
Rivera
The longing to be like the river: having neither mind nor beating heart that may stop every rushing flow toward One one of the great oceans—an upside down sky, such is the view of the roaring river. If a river can read and move deep within the carvings of the earth If a river can…
Pencil studies: bahay kubo
I try to take more pictures with my phone now. Not because I got my current model exactly for its cameras nor is it for the sake of having more ‘memories’. Truthfully, the idea of having ‘a lot of memories’ to keep still feels overwhelming. My comfort zone is when everything is neat and tidy…
‘Blue Hour’ (2021)
The gallery, for now. However all of café gyü‘s artworks are going to arrange themselves someday, I have no idea yet. For now, I have stopped thinking about such so I could make more of them instead. Make more in whatever daylight remains by the time I awake. This is the season of sunsets and…
A telegram: smoke
The neighbouring volcano is awakening. At last, says Old Pinatubo to its young mentee, but you do not do it like me; like I did, had done. intense, all-consuming unlike you, a trap: covering house by house with smog like how you would boil a frog slowly filling in each nostrilwith every piece of your…