Changing the blog Template for a second while I make it a new banner and change the colours. It'll just look funky for a bit. Maybe a day. Sorry 'bout that.
Meanwhile, here's some old art.
Meanwhile, here's some old art.
Showing posts with label pen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pen. Show all posts
8/06/2009
8/04/2009
Practicing men and foreshortening.
Ok so I really suck at drawing men. REALLY REALLY sick at drawing the male figure. I guess I've gotten too used to drawing the female form and now all my men seem... girly. This was my attempt at practicing foreshortening (his arm stretching out). My attempt at drawing a dude (my husband says I still failed). And doing liberty spikes of some kind for the first time. Also, wanted to practice a different pose, so I figured, opening a door would be pretty cool.
3269 Belden St Crew For Life.
All done in pen. No pencil.
3269 Belden St Crew For Life.
All done in pen. No pencil.
7/08/2009
Walking on Dreams
While I was still in California living on Belden street I really missed the island. I'm originally from Puerto Rico. The island is beautiful. A mixture urban ghetto with rain forest. The beach sand is a light tan and the waters are a crystal clear blue. Truly beautiful.
I was very nostalgic all four years of my stay in California. I missed my family and the beaches, just the wonderful meditative feeling of sitting on the sand, listening to the waves crash, the breeze caressing your face.
Then I came to the island and realized that, although it was still full of natural beauty the people sucked. The beaches had become dirty, the people were all devolving into primitive creatures of violence and anger. Complete disregard for the terrible things they are doing to such a beautiful island.
I feel the island crying. I feel sadness whenever I go to a beach or any natural area. How my people have gone about living their lives here is disgusting. I know it's the same everywhere you go, but Puertorricans are such a proud people. Always bragging about how they're awesome and their island is the best.
And yet, look at the state it's in. Look at what they're doing to it. Sucking the life out of it. They've even closed down most agriculture here to concentrate on turism.
I feel a great sadness for my island and its people, I can no longer live here and be proud. I cannot smile at the beauty anymore. I just wish people would open their eyes and see. They're killing Puerto Rico slowly. Under the towers of concrete and seas of trash....
I was very nostalgic all four years of my stay in California. I missed my family and the beaches, just the wonderful meditative feeling of sitting on the sand, listening to the waves crash, the breeze caressing your face.
Then I came to the island and realized that, although it was still full of natural beauty the people sucked. The beaches had become dirty, the people were all devolving into primitive creatures of violence and anger. Complete disregard for the terrible things they are doing to such a beautiful island.
I feel the island crying. I feel sadness whenever I go to a beach or any natural area. How my people have gone about living their lives here is disgusting. I know it's the same everywhere you go, but Puertorricans are such a proud people. Always bragging about how they're awesome and their island is the best.
And yet, look at the state it's in. Look at what they're doing to it. Sucking the life out of it. They've even closed down most agriculture here to concentrate on turism.
I feel a great sadness for my island and its people, I can no longer live here and be proud. I cannot smile at the beauty anymore. I just wish people would open their eyes and see. They're killing Puerto Rico slowly. Under the towers of concrete and seas of trash....
7/02/2009
Heart Bushes
Got pretty bored one day and decided to put my prisma markers and sharpies to good use. Made this cute little thing for the husband. Not done yet, but pretty close. All marker and Prisma colours.
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