Category Archives: Watercolor

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.

 

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A Different Kind of Light

yellow (3.5 x 5.5 in.)

from fire to growth (3.5. x 2.5 in.)

Some winding-down-for-bed doodles from last night.

Here’s some lovely beats of a friend of a friend.  Now off to bake some congratulatory cookies for another friend (ahem Yoonie!) who just kicked ass on her boards!

Meet This Blue Eyed Whale

My Little Blue Eyed Guy

I apparently have midnight blue watercolor. The wrapper on the tube totally looks black to me and the writing’s in chinese ha. Don’t ask.

I do love all things blue! Listen to this with me!

Down down down the rabbit hole

Finally finished this piece early last week. When I fix the tint of the white, prints will be for sale on my bluecanvas (ah saying it out loud so I can’t take it back).

How do I brave this, 5.5 x 7.5 in., watercolor

gold drawing ink on some scrap bookmark I messed up on

The view from my window is the 405 freeway. It almost looks like a bridge over Exposition Boulevard, but totally not. I wish it was a real bridge. That has nothing to do with these drawings. And neither does this.

“Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next.” 

– Lewis Carroll

Oh and look at this! I really like this.

Things Ashore

(thinking of weeping willows)

Coming out of a somber weekend. Lots to deal with right now. You have to search for brighter things until you find it sometimes.

color mulch

Ashore (beginnings)

I got to drop by the Tim Burton exhibition at the LACMA. His sketchbooks were my favorite part. Images online are awesome, but NOTHING beats seeing the paper textures and the artist’s pen strokes. I picked up a book of his short stories. It has some of his sweet little characters with rather tragic stories. This is what Burton wrote about his Voodoo Girl.

VOODOO GIRL

Her skin is white cloth,
and she’s all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.

She has a beautiful set
of hypno-disk eyes,
the ones that she uses
to hypnotize guys.

She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets too close to her,
the pins stick farther in.

Every character in the book is a tragedy. Seriously. They give me that feeling you get when you have a nightmare and you feel like you can’t move and you’re forced to watch bad things happen. Ugh. Scary right?

Anyway, find something light. Listen to some Andrew Bird. (Lull is my fave.)

Weary Eyes and Willing Hands

Ahh so sleepy! But here’s some sketches from last week and the weekend. I, for some reason, started painting in color. That’s totally not normal for me, but I guess I was enamored enough by the watercolors I bought last weekend from my visit up north. I even took out the pigments I got from an illumination class I took at the Getty early this year.

The Chinese watercolors I got from San Francisco (yes, that is a giant crayon thermos)

The cloud before I messed with it. I documented it in case it became too unrecognizable.

Storms brewing for something good I hope

Last Friday, while I should have been doing other things on my to-do list, I visited the MOCA to see the Art on the Streets show before it closed just today (it’s still Monday to me). Anyway, after some awesome hot dogs at the Arts District, Sunny and I went to this little spot I found in highland park where I sketch. Then I met her cocker spaniel that wanted to kill me, ate popsicles til my stomach wanted to heel over and watched Thor. Thank God for friends like Sunny.

Let's, you and I, sail away together

This was from earlier, but my weary eyes have failed my willing hands tonight. I find those phrases funny. I’m easily amused and slightly delusional right now. I don’t pull out the pencil that often, so this was surprising. Nothing really significant finished because I’m so dang tired from work.

Sighing hands

Alright. That is all. Go listen to some Animal Collective because they’ll make you happy. Wooo!