I have this book, given by a friend, that I sometimes thumb through when I get all gloomy about not getting the time to work on my art as much. It’s a little book of ink wash illustrations of a cat doing random stuff set beside short three line poems. “For your 20’s enlightenment,” it says in my home girl’s handwriting on the first page.
I thought I’d list down a bunch of things I keep in mind too. So much wisdom from Zen Kitty: A Cat’s Guide to Enlightenment
Having to Clothe Yourself in Your Twenties
How timely that I’ve been invited to write about frugality.
I just picked up my first e-card at the bank today and I don’t know about you, buuut 20 year olds and MasterCards? It has a ring to it that sounds like a lethal cocktail that’s likely to cause a quick spike in my old man’s blood pressure.
Not every weekend your name gets printed on the weekend paper next to designers and artists and socialites. haha. Look ma! Man, how random are our faces in last Friday’s?
An account of career paths I imagined for myself in childhood (as far as I can remember) that don’t seem to be panning out too well:
1. Axe girl. yes, the closes eyes, turns around and runs after em pretty boys.
2. Nat Geo photographer
3. whoever gets to pick out the music tracks for tv series and movies
4. MTV vj
5. Disney Buzz host
6. kindergarten teacher
8. Pixar animator
This leaves me as a disappointment by childhood me standards.
Tokujin Yoshioka's project 'snow' is a dynamic 15-meter-wide installation. It consists of a scene depicting hundreds of kilograms of light feathers blowing all over
and falling down slowly is meant to remind us of the snow scape of our memories and the beauty of nature which often exceeds our imagination. visitors to the exhibition
experience the feeling of looking at or walking through a snowstorm.
How beautiful is this!
You see, my mind takes me far,
but my heart dreams of return.
Say company outing!
In life as in dance, grace glides on blistered feet
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yesterday was a lot of stress. the day got awry as it should, but i still remember what a zen little early half of the morning i had just thinking about how post rock sounds so much like rain and wet pavement.
it was drizzling in the morning.
i thought if melodies in guitar by pele or mogwai or amfootball or toe had after images they’d look like rain. probably. and the steely drumbeats against the really hollow ones; like running over rough concrete.
weird, i know and i even got around to deciding some other things too:
john mayer; his own genre in my book, sounds like white sheets of an unmade bed, or that lone glass of water by the bedside table. bossa sounds like bubbles in a fizzy drink, and drunk little birds, perhaps. reggae sounds like weekends! like 90’s TV, more accurately; like hey, arthur! alt/punk-rock sounds like playgrounds at night, front lawns, cold iron gates and damp denim. norah jones sounds like a clear straight road, and afternoon sun.
it was an hour and a half ride.
i don’t know, what would you have me do?
Do not wait until all the conditions are perfect for you to begin. Beginning makes the conditions perfect.
I started my third moleskine sketchbook a year ago, and well, these are all the sketches I made in one year…
I think I definitely need more free time ! `___`
sketchbook inspiration :D
Reblogging from last year because they’re currently on display for our anniversary exhibit running til the 30th. I wish I took the time to apply fixative spray and frame these up right after I finished. The watercolors and the pressed flowers really lost most of their color hung up with clothespins in my room for more than a year :(
Tzaddi Esguerra 2013
Three key pieces from my first mini art series, Summers Ago. The collection took shape from a sudden nostalgia for deadbeat summers in front of the TV as a child when I used to fantasize about being a Discovery wildlife photographer.
We used to keep this encyclopedia set (another thing I rather miss as well) in a rickety cabinet that I was off limits to because I was deathly allergic. I remember always flipping to the same pages that had illustrations of the entire dog breed and drawings of odd looking critters like the duck-billed platypus that I marked every time I had an excuse to hit the books. I may have had a little influence on my illustration style for this series from there.
Also incorporated into the pieces are my personal collection of pressed flowers and quite possibly, shyly mature and porridgy sentiments from the more recent summers.
Available on Etsy.
In these spaces
where I sometimes think of few,
I get a small gladness;
like a look at my first dancing shoes.
Best shake it off,
but nice dreams keep me
in constant repose.