Category Archives: Canvas Paper

A Moment Ago

February feels like a long time ago. A House ago. A Wedding ago. A couple of trips ago. A portfolio ago. It’s been two trips to SoCal — to home. It’s been my giving my little sister away at her wedding. It’s been gaining a new brother. It’s been busy but it was all pretty damn beautiful. I have to admit, being back in northern California is a little tough coming from all that is my home in SoCal. I’ve been a little reluctant to get back in my chair and back to work.

Anyway, just a few images of things finished and in progress.

The Swelling, Oil, 22" x 28", 2013

The Swelling, Oil, 22″ x 28″, 2013

Affinity, Sumi Ink, 22" x 30", 2013

Affinity, Sumi Ink, 22″ x 30″, 2013

Magnificent (in progress)

Magnificent (in progress)

That drawing of the girl is undergoing revisions right now. I hope I don’t screw her up!

In other news, a few evenings ago I was researching website designs and I randomly came across this graduation speech on a website. Quite a tangent, but it’s pretty awesome.

I hope this finds you all well.

Onwards now.


Birthday Wishes

This is an odd and rare mood. I’m listening to Taylor Swift right now. She’s on my list of guilty pleasures — along with The Hunger Games series and blasting What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction. Lol. Anyway, enough confessionals.

So I’ve deemed this piece finished. I wanted to polish it a little more, but I couldn’t touch it anymore. Friends have asked me that “how do you know when it’s done?” question and I hate answering the “you just know” line, but you do. You approach it and all of the sudden there is nothing else you can do.

Untitled. 2010-2012. India ink on canvas paper.

My current fixation of the week is mulling over this idea that looks and feels a lot like blurry mush. I’m not at all a writer, but it reminds me of this.

“I wish I could say everything there is to say in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.”

–Leonard Cohen

peeks into the sketchbook


My birthday is in two weeks. I almost forgot until a friend reminded me today. I’m not that good at making birthday plans, but I do have plenty of Type A friends who love me. Haha I’m kidding. I’m working on it though. I plan on people i’m thankful for and a cake. I’ve even thought of something to wish for this year. I just thought of it today. Aren’t you proud?

In other news, I’m making a trip to LA next weekend. I’m so excited. I’ve been terribly homesick — not for the city, but for people. Home is not a place. It’s still a question for me and only makes me think of this, “The heart is still aching to seek, But the feet question ‘Whither?'”

Wait, here’s the whole thing:

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last long aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

Have I posted that here before? At certain points of my year, that poem usually makes it up some where.

Anyway, have a lovely week. I’m still riding out my little adrenaline rush from watching The Avengers today. So. Freaking. Awesome.

Alright. Alright.

Onwards now!

Making My Way Back

Surprise surprise. I’m updating and it’s ONLY been less than a month. Ha! (Trying harder every day over here). Since my last post, I have still not been able to start on any of those ideas sitting in my sketch book. Now that I actually have time to better translate my ideas, I chew and chew until I have no excuse but to sit in front of a blank piece of paper.

My little brother told me that you should be working on multiple projects at the same time. I forget his reasoning, but I like Roald Dahl’s reasoning. He says that some artists like to keep working and working until they run out of juice, but Dahl learned from Hemingway who said, “When you are going good, stop writing”. He said it was so that when you came back you knew exactly where your next chapter was going, instead of returning to no ideas and no direction.

Anyway, unfortunately I am not where Hemingway or Dahl are. I have found other things to “procrastinate” with.

I pulled out this old drawing.

This was started sometime between my 09-10 school year. It was when I lived in my Rochester apartment in Westwood and continued on for another apartment (my life is measured by the number of times I’ve moved). I don’t remember the last time I worked on this, but it was certainly never finished.

Too much talking now. More photos. (Forgive the Instagram photos. Ways of the lazy.)


Picked up my desk from LA last weekend. Making my way back to my old ways.

I’m off! Have a lovely weekend everyone!

Onwards now.