Float

I am hungry and thirsty and I have this cravings for rootbeer float. I used to go to A&W way back in the Philippines. Now I cannot find any root beer at all or I don't think they drink root beer over here. The following sentences are already done. I have another illustration beside the rootbeer which is a baby in a swimming pool with his salbabida(i forgot how it's called in english-if somebody knows please let me know.) and it is just in the starting process, so, that means you have to visit my blog again if you have the desire to see it. But you are already welcome to drop some comments for the root beer. I would really appreciate it. Kindly click the image for the bigger size.

Anyway, I am a little restless today, maybe it's a good idea that I go out with my husband tonight.

Like a thief in the night

This is a true story about a young man in his mid-twenties who came to seek for a job as a cleaner at my father’s doorsteps one day. He just arrived from the province and also has no place to stay. My father being a kindhearted person as he was and knew that he needed an assistant cleaner - hired him.

My father was a small shoe manufacturer at that time and his business place occupied the whole of first floor of a some kind of a three story building. The first floor have big glass windows with screen that were always open in the day so that the workers can breathe fresh air. The second and third floor served as our house. There were still few houses during that time in our area and, in front of ouir house was a huge fields where we fly kites in the summer. We can also see the view of the mountains which was very beautiful during a summer day or in the night where there were lots of stars. There were also a time that the fields was full of tall grasses and bushes that the fields was not passable.

And going back to the young man (whose name I cannot remember now but starts with a letter P) had proven himself as hardworking, honest and kind - that my father entrusted him the key to the working area where his bedroom was also located. Day goes in an out until one day, my father and my brothers got worried because he has changed and became very quiet and seemed to be always daydreaming or talking to himself. My father asked him one day if he has any problem, and he answered and told my father that there was this beautiful white lady who visited him after midnight and made love with him. My father was surprised and asked him why she has to come in the middle of the night and, why he has not introduced her to us. He said that she told him that she lives in a far away place and no one knows about it. He also said that she will just appear from the tall grasses and bushes just after midnight and he would see her right away because there was light in her body or it might be because she was always wearing beautiful gown and mostly white. That time, my father and my brother decided to spy on him and see what was happening to him after midnight. They waited and waited but no one came but they have observed that something was happening to him while he was sleeping. He talks a lot in his sleep and was restless and would also moan a lot. The next day my father accompanied him to a doctor but they did not find anything wrong with him. He also took him to a priest to be blessed. They also went to a quack doctor who used a melted candle and soaked in a bowl of water to find out if somebody was bothering him. A body of a woman was formed out of the candle surprisingly. My father not being a believer of sort was shocked. The quack doctor said he can make her go away if he likes, but the young man begged not to do it and said she brings no evil to anyone but was just in love with him and as he was to her. My family decided that we let him be because it might be that it was only in his imagination. Time goes by and one day, he told my father that she was ready to take him with her in their kingdom. My father said, I just hope you know what you are doing because I am responsible of you in case somebody comes looking for you. He answered back and told my father that he was an orphan and no one can take the happiness he was feeling that time. He also thanked my father for all his understanding and that he should be rest assured that it was a beautiful place he was going. My father just said he was only concern about him but had forgotten about their conversation. One morning, we did not find him anymore in his bed and all his things was just there untouched. We did not cut the grass and bushes and waited for a long time for him to come back but he never did.

I suddenly remembered him the other day, while I was thinking of my family in my homeland. You see, sometimes loves comes just like a thief in the night. Wherever he is right now. I hope he is happy and have found his true love.
I made both drawings using Photoshop.

latest painting

you might want to see my latest entry to studio friday

How about you?

Men See Me As Choosy
Men notice you light years before you notice them ----i usually notice men so easily but i am basically a shy person and had pretended having not - most esp. in the past.
You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky----at one point in my life-yes!
You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter----i did flirt for fun with somebody i know very well but that was it.
It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait----i guess so!

I just want to have some fun this morning and I took the time in answering a little quiz How Do Men See You? Take This Quiz :-) which I got from autumn storm The questions actually doesn't apply to me anymore because I am already married but while doing it, some flashbacks helped me to analyze the situations I had in the past.

roses

A rose is the first subject that I have learned to draw from my imagination. I would always start with the negative style and move on from there. I also were able to create paper roses and clay of different colors.

26th of September

He is the first grandchild in our family. He had brought so much joy when he was born. How time flies-and he is now a full pledged civil engineer. He has begun working and exploring the good opportunities in his hand. I can only wish the best for him especially on his birthday tomorrow. Have a nice celebration Redmond!

Fresh Kiss

I have started this illustration today but I am not finished with it. I thought this will be another version. Thank you for those who have already left some comments in my first entry. I am also putting colors on them and maybe I'll publish it again after I have finished with it.

Fresh

Faces of the young and the restless-innocent, curious, happy, lovable, sweet, active, vibrant, confuse etc and very much fresh-in their journey in discovering the big world.....
This is a quick sketch of my nieces and nephews in the Philippines. They are all young and starting to wonder about their future.

What makes them beautiful, intelligent and healthy? eating fresh fruits and vegetables, fish, rice and not to forget a glass of milk before going to bed.

Many Happy Returns

It would be the love of my life’s birthday tomorrow and here I am-’got lots of things to do in the house later but I’m having a bad sore throat and feeling sleepy. I can’t sleep well in the night and even during the day if I have the time…..

My husband was brought up in a nice traditional way of celebrating birthdays and - combined with the tradition we have back home, it is fun!. First of all a big flag is raised in a high pole in front of the house or garden. The celebration begins in the breakfast table with all the hanging paper decorations, flags on the table with newly baked croissants, breakfast cakes, and little gifts that was chosen from the wishlist. I would do cut letterings of greetings and flowers, boat etc., out of colored papers and paste it on the wall. The big celebration is during dinnertime where all the family members are invited to a wonderful treat of the celebrants’ choice of food. There was a time he asked for a grilled duck stuffed with prunes and apples. There was small potatoes fried in sugar and butter, boiled red cabbage in sugar and vegetables salad. My in laws brought a homemade apple jelly .We drink red wine and sodas for the children. (In the Philippines, you can always find a spaghetti or fried noodles with vegetables in the menu, which symbolizes our wishes for a long life....). After dinner, we gather in the living room and we eat the traditional layered cake together with other little munchies and drink tea or coffee. Last part would be the opening of the gifts. I asked him today about the gift he wanted me to give him, and he kissed me first before he whispered it in my ear thinking I might tell it to you guys! shhhh....Secret *LOL*

boy having fun

I was waiting for the bus and saw a group of boys teasing another boy who's making fun of himself and for feeling warm when it was cold. He was a bit funny that I started to doodle so I won't forget his action and finished my sketch when I arrived home.

My left hand

I am really having a nice time drawing my hands and feet. I just finished the one on the left.

Reflection on past blog....

I just came from visiting emily's site http://galleryedge.blogspot.com/ and was tagged to try this idea of finding my 23rd blog and posting the 5th sentence...

here's what i've got:
In this version I was trying to put some impact in the text super and used the lighting effects and this what i came up with....i am not even satisfied with it,`LOL!!

...those were the days that I was always in a hurry to post my entry in IF. It's one of my weaknesses actually. I get so excited about something and I wanted to share it with someone right away. I don't even try to read again what I have written about my illustrations that I made an error that made people confused(that was the first and the last). As I go along with my blog, drawings and illustrations that I get to learn so many things about myself and the people who took the time in visiting and even leaving some comments. What more, I became more interested in developing my skills and pick up those tools again after so many years.

Thanks, Emily and http://www.redcurrent.blogspot.com/

Directions:

1. Go into your archive. 2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to). 3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to). 4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. 5. Tag five people to do the same.

I am tagging the following co-bloggers:

http://www.aravisarwen.com/

http://kalamazoopoisonpencil.blogspot.com/

http://justbeenme.blogspot.com/

http://smockeryfridays.blogspot.com/

http://www.gingerpixels.typepad.com/ginger_snaps/

....only if you have the time guys!

Everyone is welcome and don't need to be tagged to do this.

Escape Part 2

It was nice of everyone in leaving comments in my first entry. I wanted to see all the entries in IF but I just don't have enough time this weekend but I'll definitely do that in the days to come. I just hope you are all having a nice weekend. This is a continuation of my first entry. Here is where she ended up after running away or shall I say escaping....

Escape Part 1

To my friend

For your birthday tomorrow.
I just happen to like this poem you have given to me in 1982. I don't mean to be so sentimental or corny or even nice that is why I have kept it until now. It's just that I haven't forgotten all my true friends eventhough I haven't seen all of you for so many years. On this special day and always-I pray to God for good health and protection, happiness and more blessings for you and Katrina. Have fun my dear! Hugs and kisses!

Because you are my friend

I would do for you
All that I am capable of doing
I would cry with you
And rejoice with you
When you have achieved.

I would be there
When you want my company
And I would be gone
When you do not

But do not expect
Perfection from me
For the day shall come
When I let you down
And you will be hurt.

And when I let you down
It will not be because
I no longer love you,
It will only be because
I am human,
And that is one frailty
From which no one can escape.

Having fun!

I didn't know how enjoyable it is to draw your own hands and feet until I have started drawing my own lately. I felt good inside and it is true-I was'nt aware of my surrounding while doing it. I was focused and happy.

I went with my husband in another island and while he worked and sailed with some guys, I sat down in the harbor facing all different kinds of boat, and behind is the big beautiful sea sparkling under the heat of the sun. I did finished some drawings and afterwards I moved on and had a nice time walking and exploring the place. I came back after so many hours just in time for us to eat dinner in an Italian Restaurant. I just regret that I wasn't able to take pictures because I forgot my camera.

Mig Ayesa

I have been watching Rock Star INXS and I am so excited with the results tonight. I love Rock music and my latest favorite rocker is Mig Ayesa kindly click his name to be re-directed in the video performances. All his performances from Week 1 to Week 10 are really outstanding and last night Paint in Black and Kiss from a rose, Oh my I can't take it off from my head--I know I was still humming when i fall asleep. . I've got to go now....'talk to you again later.

cold for autumn

she is so pale maybe because she is cold and she doesn't want to look like she is but her skin is not turning red of coldness ohh my maybe she is sick....i have to do something about it...

Depth (#2)

I can’t stop drawing today….I am also musically inclined since last week, I don’t know why. I love watching bands –playing jazz, pop, rock etc. and I always listen closely to the drummer. I like the sounds of the drum and it was an earlier dream to play them. So, I decided that I will draw myself carrying this drum and playing and humming and singing while walking in the grass and looking at the depths of the ocean. You can say that this week's topic is very meaningful to me because, it has always gave me a positive attitude towards life in which in a way has a connection with God's love and about my faith. I am also sharing with you the lyrics of Proclaim by a religious rock band called worship the day. I have the Mp3 version but unfortunately, blogger is still working on how to include sound and I can’t remember now which site have I downloaded it from-that is why I cannot create the link-well maybe, later on.

PROCLAIM by Worship the day

From the ends of the earth to the depths of the valley
To the highest mountain and I will proclaim
To the ends of time to the hour I die
To the heights of heaven and I will proclaim

I give you glory that’s fit for your name
And I give you honor that’s fit for a king----
And I will proclaim to the ends of the earth and
I will sing of your matchless works
And I will always love your name
And yes I----------- will proclaim.

Depth (#1)

I'm having this strange feeling. I always start a drawing without knowing what to draw--began doodling.....then suddenly an idea will come out and my hand seems to know where to go*LOL* My illustration today means so much to me....I will write something about it later. For the meantime please let me know what you think about it.


It would be nice to hear some more comments and I would like to thank everyone who already did. I think it has all made us feel nice deep inside us. Here is the story that went with it. But first of all, I wanted you to know that I was thinking of my husband when I made this illustration. If you would try to look at it again, there was a long bridge and a boat sailing and below the boat in the sea is a reflection of a heart. And guess who would be the one sailing the boat-it is my husband. My husband’s line of work is all about sailing. He would even fly around the world just to sail a boat afterwards….I have gone with him in some occasion and he would take me with him especially, if I have not been in the place and his client will pay for my expenses. Very exciting actually but, I also feel very sad and worried everytime he travelled and sailed without me and many times, I would find myself thinking and praying for his safety. And everytime he goes away that I would tell him to remember that I love him and it is much deeper than the ocean. (pardon me fo my being so corny!) He would end up our goodbyes by telling me that he has already thought of coming home even if he is just going out of the door. The dove can actually represent myself or my wishes and prayers that God is taking care of him while he is away. I was also singing How deep is your love - by the Bee Gees while I was doing my illustration.

Guess what!

You can find in my banner three illustrations of what I have recently drawn. They are all important to me since those images have been a part of my life during the time I was in the Philippines.
A rooster's morning call is one of those sounds that wakes me up at sunrise. I have gotten used to the sound it makes- “Cock a doodle” or “Tik ti laok” in our own language that it has become music to my ears *LOL*. Our house is in the city but some people takes care of a rooster for cock fighting. The drawing I made is a scene I can still remember in my childhood since my grandfather had a house in the mountains when I was little.

The illustration on the right is not an everyday thing to me but everytime I had the chance to travel in the province that I look forward in climbing a tree and wait for a man paddling in his banca while he passes by….I experienced that only once and I cannot forget it. It was a beautiful scene.

The illustration in the middle are my nieces-Fatima Mia, Hannah Lois and Luisa Eunice. They have only one year age gap in their ages that they always find time playing with each other. They are my angels everytime I go home in the Philippines. They have cheered me up and accompanied me wherever I went.

If you have some more time that it would be nice if you can visit my 2 other blogs with newly made banners, too. Thanks for your time and your comments are very much welcome!

My left hand

I have been trying to do the exercises in Betty Edwards Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain(New Revised Edition). The book was referred to me by Chuck Rose(Struggling to Paint). You can find him in my inspiring links.
I am so happy that I can come back to my first love. I have been drawing ever since I was a little girl and when I graduated in High School, I thought I would take a degree in Fine Arts but I was allowed to be enrolled in a shorter course only and my father suggested that I took a business course instead. And so I did- but I have also worked part time as free lance artist without telling my father(please don't misunderstand but I don't regret following my father's wish) until, it totally vanished later on before graduation and when I started working full time. I have not touched any pencil, paper, brushes etc. since then and for so many years. I have bought tools that I have fancied like brushes, watercolors, acrylic, pastel colors but I just put everything in a box, thinking that oneday I will begin using it again. The time came when I got married and learned that my husband and his children are very good in drawing. I have encouraged myself and went back to the path I really wanted. When my husband learned about it that he gave me other materials and tools to use. I have started this blog last May because of IF and I never missed any friday since then and have been drawing almost everyday. I have already finished 3 different sketchbooks already and have tried different kind of mediums already. I am actually a little obsessed with digital painting.

please read

I am changing the way i post my entries and putting my pictures under the texts and if anyone out there can tell me if you can see my new banner? I just cannot go in another computer right now. Please?

Roots (#2)

I grew up with my two younger sisters being pampered by our mother and older siblings. They love to dress us up in the same clothes, accessories, shoes, bags - whatever a little girl likes. My father would make special shoes for us(we manufacture shoes before but it was for ladies). We have also been taught hawaiian dance that everytime there would be a birthday party that my mother or my eldest sister would agree that we dance in the program and complete with costumes.

The picture in hawaiian costume is eunice-I am not sure if it’s a tradition but my younger sister is passing to her children what we had experienced when we were younger…and to tell you frankly-I can feel how my my mother and eldest sister felt during that time. It was fun.

Root

My original idea was to make an illustration of the note from which a chord is built in connection to the root of music without any other thing in it but different kinds of note. I have started but decided that I would finish it later because this is another idea that came out while doing it and, so I started another illustration drawing a woman during the middle age era playing a violin which is my favorite musical instrument and the big note in the background. Still, I have to do something more in it and yet, I am also satisfied with this one. I did this for almost five hours because I cannot make my lines straight especially the chords. I tried a lot of tools in Photoshop. I hope you will like it. p.s. I am dedicating my illustration to all the people in New Orleans and other places that was hit by a storm. I am also sending my hugs to all of you.