Category Archives: Liquid Graphite

Home. Work.

In the middle of doing homework. Yes, I started school and I’m in Los Angeles. Quite happy to say that. Posting photos of recent work. More in progress (even at this very moment!). I love it and it’s exciting and it makes me so happy. Aren’t I entitled to at least that?

I’ll take better photos when they go up on the website. Be forgiving haha.

50, Graphite, 22" x 30", 2013

50, Graphite, 22″ x 30″

a study for bigger work, recycled water bottles, 5.5" x 6.5"

(a study for bigger work), recycled water bottles, 5.5″ x 6.5″

(study for larger work) Graphite powder, Elmer's Glue, Fixative and hairspray 22" x 30"

(study for larger work)
Graphite powder, Elmer’s Glue, Fixative and hairspray
22″ x 30″

An Ode to Balanchine Liquid Graphite, Sumi Ink and Watercolor 22" x 30"

An Ode to Balanchine
Liquid Graphite, Sumi Ink, and Watercolor
22″ x 30″

Wow, that last one is a really bad photo. I’ll get those better photos up soon!

Everything’s that’s around here is made out of the same material, but there is another thing, it’s very important that it’s not made of the material. You see it’s made of something but it doesn’t belong to this world. You see the real world is not here.    –George Balanchine

Happy weekend everyone!


Excited. 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.

Invisible Strings

It is now 11:02pm as I write this and as always, though I attempt to sleep at 10:30pm there is always some kind of delay. Usually some life business of some sort and now my brain is too stimulated/stressed to sleep. Anyway, maybe if I stop blabbering on I would make it through this post in 15 minutes like I intend. 11:04pm.

So during my recent visit to LA, I taught my friend’s kids to write letters. I brought them stationary, taught them how to write addresses on an envelope and gave them a load of stamps in an Altoids smalls container. I’m hoping that even kids of their generation would experience the loveliness of receiving handwritten letters and experience how connections can be kept even at great distances. It is SO difficult to miss people, but I try really hard to believe in the invisible string that connects us all. Anyway, I received a letter from one of the littles ones last week when I got home.

Abigail’s letter! She said that she wanted to tell the mailman that she was 6 years old in case he was wondered about the handwriting.

So in reply to Abigail’s letter, I made her a little card. I initially made a half-ass one last night, then reopened the envelope again and made her something a little better. It’s 11:19pm now by the way. Onwards.

She’s a clever little kid so hopefully she’ll enjoy it.

The letter insert

I guess it’s hard to tell from the photo that it’s a cutout, but I got super excited by how it turned out!

A lovely little light effect from the cutout.

Okay that’s all for now. Things i’ve been working on… just these tiny things from last weekend. A 22″x30″ sheet of paper from Hiromi awaits these dark graphite creatures.

Graphite + Chinese Ink

Okay. I am off. Good night You.

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!