who? me?

this is a book i wrote and illustrated.
its to help people find themselves through art, music, cooking, photography, fashion design and what nots.

hope you like it. =)
and feel free to have a flip if you bump into it in uni (namely library toilets and alley corners).















the end.

tango girl.

let me introduce you to tango girl.
she was a normal girl.
with a normal life.
she drank milk every morning.
and brushed her hair 50 strokes in the day and 50 strokes at night.

one fine day.
she decided to learn how to tango.

on her very first lesson.
dance instructor, mr belty slim
partnered her with a boy.

and so they danced.

by her 50th lesson.
she was a sexy fox.

on her 51st lesson.
the boy slipped.
and dropped tango girl.
the rose in boy's mouth penetrated tango girls head
and the impact from the fall scraped off her skin
leaving her ribs exposed for the world to see.

so this is tango girl now

tara.

these are the works of tara mcpherson.
i have a crush on her.

the vandalism of vandalising art.

i have recently been sucked into the realm of graffiti after stumbling across an alley way filled top to bottom (trash bins included) with marvelous art.

some may not call it art.
for at first glance it may seem as vandalism.
but to me no wall should be left empty.
an empty space is just a waste of a conducive creative platform.
and its a good way to save paper too.

what i HATE is when one of the pieces i like gets painted over my some stupid mediocre person who just so happens to own a can of spray pant and decides it would be fun to do some "art".

or some rival artist who paints over to create war.

but then again street art IS street art.
so it is bound to be subjected to such harsh conditions.
be it the rainy weather or itchy handed children.

freshly baked bread by Dali.

Anthropomorphic bread 1932
oil on canvas.

i went to see the dali exhibition over the weekend.
it was AMAZING.
but not 100% satisified.
for i didnt get to see my favorite painting by him.
"the great masturbator"
and also the gallery was way too crowded.
i felt like i had to peer over towering shoulders just to get a glimpse of things.

i just love his style.
raw, gory, consisting of decapitated parts and rotting animals.
and the smart use of double image illusions.

Dali has a demented way of expressing his sexual being
in odd ways that utilise food and musical instruments.
for example,
a lady stroking the bow of a violin would send images of you know what running through ur mind.

he can even make bread sound sexy!
"Her arms are cradled like a bread basket".
"The cup of her revealed breast is like the heel of a loaf of bread"

a lot of his works are also based on Freudian theories, such as the one regarding delusion resulting from uncontrollable sexual desires.

oh! did i mention of his majorly bizarre fetishes.
all the way from bread.....to shoes..
any ordinary object becomes an object of sexual desire to him.

do u realise that in order for people to be successful in the world of creativity
be it music, art or dance.
they have to be obscenely crazy in one way or another?
like Beethoven (suffered from bipolar)
or Picasso (chopped off his ear)
and now...
Dali the eccentric.

so..
to whoever that wants to become an art legend
good luck to your psychological health.
please seek consultation when needed.
not from me as yet.

monalisa sponalisa.

oh no its july already??
crap.

despite my love for art.
sometimes.
it can be a bit bullshitty.
monalisa for example.

i dont see what the big fuss is!
firstly all that speculation is just way too excessive.
i bet if da vinci wasnt the painter
none of this nonsense would exist.
who cares if her finger was not in the original position intended
or her vail is two toned.

i mean...shes not even attractive.
she doesnt even have eyebrows or eyelashes!

another speculation is that da vinci used his own likeness to form this ambiguous person.
why??

ever consider the fact that he might just want to see how people would react to the female representation of himself just to boost his ego?
so in a way we are fueling it?
or maybe he is just GAY.

ok. i may be going too far here.

but i dont see how this one single painting has had so much influence.
being incorporated into movies, songs, souvenirs, fashion perhaps?
even though i highly doubt anyone would like to dress like her.

and of course her tremendous influence on art itself.
reproductive interpretations by andy warhol, dali, and some funny french dude who decided to be a punk and painted one with a moustache and beard.

whatever it is.
my point is..
i think whoever first decided to go
"wow. this monalisa chick, shes hot. who is she?"
made a HUGE fuss over nothing.

its like putting a painting of a red dot in the abstract section of the Met museum.
redundant.

black ink white paper.

as you can already tell
i have given my blog a slight revamp.
drawing is by one of my favorite illustrators
Gabriel Moreno.
a spanish dude with the passion for lines.
lines combined to make shade.
shade combined to form structure and beauty.

others include:

Jeremy Forson
for his wise use of skulls and bones.

Timothy Lee
for this eccentric asian style, capturing the natural beauty of the human form through the medium, ink which is my favorite.

Mary Engelbreit
for her witty card illustrations and adorable figures.

umbrella.

caught me in the rain.
where have you gone.
purple umbrella,
tattered and torn.

glistening in the wind.
blown from afar.
come back to me,
oh sickening one.

drizzle my fury.
tremble under skins.
don't call out to me,
erase all sins.

the wilting bloom.

i think this picture kinda represents how others can bring you down.
the inhibition of blooming.
and instead, letting you melt in your own beauty and purity.
that aint right.
this scene.
a symbol of beauty,
rising and falling at the same time.

so dont let people stop you from doing what is right.
what you feel is right.
cause usually.
you ARE right.

For sale.

oh.
by the way.
the illustration in the previous post is up for sale.
price is negotiable.

im raising funds for a good cause.
so do be generous.

leave a comment to be a victim.

Deathcycle.

this was something random i came up with. hope im still your friend.

someone random ate an apple.

and aimed it at a garbage bin but missed due to his or her lack of ball sense.

hm..this random person is starting to sound like me.

so, along came a rat.

who saw the apple core on the street.

and so he skittered over but due to his cramped neck, he couldnt look down and didnt see the open hole beneath and fell into it.

it was a puddle of water. deep enough to be an ocean equivalent for a rat.

that rat was strong, he waddled his way across the puddle, but with an extreme amount of effort.
little did he know, the water contained toxins that he had swallowed while gasping for air.

The toxins in his body were too much for his little kidneys to take and burst!

just as he was inches away from the highly desired apple core.

to the joy of a passing ginger cat, the rat was a treat.

a prey already presented to her. just like how a lazy cat like her would fancy.

so the cat pranced toward the rat and took a little nibble.

it tasted odd. but the cat wasnt fussed.
"grr..." her tummy growled.that couldnt be good.just as she was about to inspect her tummy situation...
BAM.

a car zoomed past and flattened that very same tummy into a paper thin wafer.

and that was the last anyone heard of that growling tummy.