Category Archives: India Ink

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.


Purple Mountains Majesty

Hi Hi!

So since i’ve been on a streak of productivity this weekend, I thought I might as well get these progress shots on here. And I thought it’d be a nice little segway into July. Plus it’s my blog’s birthday month and I may or may not be able to blog that day. My blog was born July 9th last year while I was living in Highland Park in LA. I miss that space and that area. The east side was lovely.

Anyway, this weekend was my first weekend in a while that involved no traveling and no big events. Not that those are bad things, it was an awesome month, but I almost forgot what a weekend felt like. I finally got to work on my poster study for my oil painting class. I chose a painting by Antonio Lopez Garcia. All his colors are tricky little buggers to mix, but it’s so much fun. His painting is entitled Skinned Rabbit. Poor little bunny.

Oil in the day

I switched to my inks in the evenings. I missed my ink. And oddly enough, I marked out my next piece. I’ve been on the same pages of my sketchbook chewing on a few ideas for the past month and then this happened.

Ink at night

I’m not usually able to mark my paper so decisively like that, but the habit is setting in. It feels kind of nice. Of course, paintings are always subject to change. They are flexible marks. I’m not that decisive.

Anyway, i’m off! It’s late. Happy week of 4th of July! It’s one of my favorite holidays you know. Not that i’m such a patriot, but I just have really fond childhood memories associated with the 4th of July. Our hometown. Our favorite house. Watching fireworks from car roofs. Block parties (do those still happen?). Red, white and blue popsicles.

(… purple mountains majesty!!!!… I heard that song today and it’s my favorite line in the song! Just for the record.)

Anyway, good night and have a lovely week!


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.


Back to this page. Tensions brewing.

Ah I told you I didn’t know how much or little of the process I was going to include on this blog. I’ve had too much on my plate to have enough of a moment to sketch something substantial, but this page is where I am. I revisited the sketches (some of which I think were done before this blog was born) and added anxious little thoughts to the page.

“Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.” -Vincent Van Gogh

I revisit his letters a lot too.

New and Old Flames

Happy week after Labor Day Weekend! Ha! I’m trying to funny. It never works when I try. Anyway, onwards! Last week, I found this photo of an old drawing in my files. It’s from my days of premed stress in the college dorms.

27 December 2009

I’m pretty sure this was a photo for my bluecanvas site. A lot of the work I did around that time had no thought of composition or narrative (not that I think those elements are necessary). Now, I think a lot of those crazy freestyle drawings/paintings were just places where I vomited every thing, like my sketchbooks now. Anyway. After I found this, I kept thinking about those flames.

Old flames

One of my best friends in San Diego invited me over for the weekend. She always let’s me run away to her when I’m stressed. It’s always been a convenient placebo to satisfy my actually urge to run away (so adult, I know). Anyway, San Diego always means bomb mexican food, the beach and childhood loves. It also meant time away from my desk and the giant work I was addicted to for the past week.

New Flames

I built this little fire before leaving for SD on Friday. I actually felt like painting with color, which is really rare for me. And! I totally fell in love with the movie Tangled! Ha, of course I loved the lanterns! I want to make actual ones without setting my apartment on fire.

Floating Lights (studies)

Anyway, have you ever had a bacon waffle before? Oh yes, they exist! Go to Harry’s Cafe in La Jolla! Seriously. Oh and listen to some Youth Lagoon, they’re lovely.

Good day You!