Music is magic. Music is life.

It looks better upside down somehow...

This is my homage to music. The savior of life. The conjurer of magic. 

I've been feeling terribly blue lately, due to things that I shall not disclose, but music makes it better.

I didn't intend for the hair to look so much like a headdress... but I guess that's the magic? The music is from my favourite songs: Snow Patrol's Make This Go On Forever and Kaleo's Way Down We Go. Both incredibly moving. 

I can't ever get enough of it. 

Time Has Butterfly Wings (Pt. 2.1)

It is just a compass, leading us to death.

The arts, they're back... Too much pent-up ink in me. I feel the whole spectrum of grey, dreary emotions... 
...Anything drawn is a release. 

I decided to revisit a piece that I had done years ago. It was done in pencil. I redid it this time, in watercolour (hence why it is called "...Pt. 2.1" -- and 2.1 because I had done another piece after the original). Without really intending to, I like how the clock resembles a crescent moon, and how the light comes in from the top right. The way the light strikes makes the ink look like it is simultaneously forming and fading into. It is both the passing of a day, and a start of a new one... I couldn't quite decide how to stylize the clock hands... I ended up drawing the hour hand with a sort of "nature" theme, and the minute hand, as a compass, for it travels constantly. The sepia tone was a happy accident when I was taking photos of it. I was going to correct it so it's completely black and white, but found that I quite like it as it is. So I only colour-corrected the bottom left, to show more of a transition, a dissipation... 
I probably should have plotted this out more with a pencil before I went in with the paint because *tilts head* it looks wonky to me, the more I look at it. *shifty eyes* Shhh... 

Christmas Cathart

24-karat fish.

It bleeds.

I should do more black and white watercolours.

Alluria

My second entry for Jazza's Art Challenge, December 2016! It's the "Hero & Pet" challenge. I should really stop doing these last minute, the day before the deadline. *shifty eyes* Penguin be a master at throwing ninja stars!

...and I'm falling apart

That feeling of being held together by a thin, fraying thread.

19 Butterflies, 14 Buttercups, 1 Butterchu

0% saturated fat.

This is my first ever entry for Draw With Jazza's art challenge of the month. For the month of November, the topic was: create a mash-up of two of the original batch of Pokemons. I chose Pikachu and Butterfree because they be cute. Kinda proud of myself too, 'cause I did it all in one day. Wooo!

Autumn Thoughts

Sometimes I feel like the last leaf
Atop a barren tree
Having watched all others fall
I wonder when it'll be my turn.

The Hallows MMXVI

This year for Halloween, after weighing the options, I decided to be Kiki from Studio Ghibli's Kiki's Delivery Service. I decided to hand make her hair bow and her cat, Jiji. The hair bow was made from a plain headband I had, a cut-up red t-shirt and cotton balls, for the poof. I can't sew for shit, so everything was done with fabric glue, yay! And Jiji was made from leftover felt that I had when I made Kenny from South Park. It was fun! I'm happy with how both turned out.

Obligatory camwh*re pics.

PUPPERS, LET ME LOVE CHU ;~;

Hope everyone had a fun Halloween!

Reflect

A want of spring.

Heart grenade.

Slave

Bracelet.

Pent-Up

The tree, it gently weeps.

Folly.

L'enfant de la lune.

A setting free.

Cherry Blossom Bomb

It's a flower life

Pensive Puppy

Mirror

Hearts are sometimes like mirrors;

 How they transform, when destroyed.

The shards reflect 

The breakage.

And picking up the pieces

Will make you bleed.

Everything has a darker outlook,

And it looms over you, like a curse.  

And it's bad luck,

Should you ever wish for wholeness again.

XXVII

All koalas all at once.

Fruli, you're my favourite.

:D

On This Summer's Day

The falling of scales

Off a fluttery pair of butterfly wings

The clouds that glide

Across wisdomed blue 

The purple scent of lilac

Carried gently by the air 

The whisper of trees

When the wind blows

The secret dance

Between the bird and the flower

The warm, butter sun

As warm as it is cold when it's gone

The moon, ever so radiant,

Lighting up the palm of my hand

And I, still the same,

Still changing.

 

In Being

I'm tired of the ache that I feel,

An emptiness stretched across miles

Messily stored in my chest cavity 

And it is hard to swallow meaning;

It is screaming in pitch dark,

It is grasping nothing but thin air, 

It is all the colours of a bruise,

It is the anger in red,

It is the sadness in silence,

It is the unsettling of the ocean floor,

It is the tremors of my heart.

Locked

A mourning for the clos'd heart

A coffin nailed shut,

A wound deeper than the cut,

All hope and love, depart.

Sorcery

Your words,

Incantations,

Conjure up, such a storm

In me.

Wordless

Artful

I'm a great admirer of Sketchy Trav's work and have followed him for a long time. When he decided to make his koala lady artwork into a print, it's a no-brainer for me to order one. Favourite animal? Check. Favourite colour? Check. (Good job saxophone case, for being a good prop.)

I willingly admit that I squealed and jumped around for a very long time (more than is appropriate for a twenty-six year old) after finding out that I received an original piece from him too!

*fan girls* (p.s. messy hair, don't care)

Crossed Paths

It only happens in movies

But it somehow happened today,

I saw you walking toward me 

Thinking you another stranger.

Then something happened, 

When we passed one another,

Such confusion, such breathless nostalgia,

My mind trying to fathom

The spectre before me

One that hasn't tread my mind, 

How many ever days ago.

It seemed so theatrical, so scripted,

That time would slow down

A crack in reality,

As tendrils of memories push their way through.

I'm struggling to remember, but it's so foggy,

And I gasp silently, unconsciously, a dramatic timing;

I slowly turned my head, unsure, and looked behind me,

There you were, ten thousand steps away,

Head turned, looking right back at me. 

Les tulipes

How pretty. Too bad they're nearing the end of their lives.

The sun. It is bright.

Selfie? Selfie.

This one warrants a stand-alone.

Pearl Lariat Necklace

Ever since I saw the Chanel Coco Mademoiselle advert with Keira Knightley, I couldn't stop thinking of the necklace that she wore (as an anklet at first). Now, since I probably can't afford the real necklace, I thought I'd make a necklace similar to it myself.

Et voila! This is my second project of the year. I think it turned out fairly well for what it is. Made my fingers hurt, but I'm pretty happy with it. I have this love-hate relationship with the magnetic clasp because although it's unique, it keeps sucking up the chains and making them stick together. I dunno, I also contemplated changing it to a lobster clasp, so that way I can vary the length of the hanging part of the necklace, but then I don't have a really nice-looking lobster clasp. And then I thought of using the looped part of a toggle clasp, but... it's not very secure. I'll have to wear it more to see. For now, fairly satisfied! I'm enjoying the freshwater pearls (gifted to me by my grandpa) at the bottom and the metal connector that I made for it. Woohoo!

Expunge

Beware what carelessness unleashes.

Mechanical. Fortress. And I wonder if this came before or after what happened above. Hmm, a lot of heart doodles lately.

Roses. My roses have no thorns.

ooo texture!

Diffusion

I haven't been posting all my artworks. And for good reason. ;_;

Dead Eyes

I should have learned by now
How wrong it is to give myself away,
So easily, for the want of love

To involve
To invest
Your heart

Is to expose yourself
To disappointment,
To unrequited emotions

So like a flower uprooting itself,
Hand slipping from hand;
I'm out of my element

It hurts
And I'm dying,
But I'm living.

Chaos

Behind the word.

Creation. Life.

Statue

Everything that went wrong
Chips a little away at my heart

All I'm left is a statue of you,
In memoriam.

Les fleurs

huehuehue, thank you!