I was coming down with a fever on my way home last Tuesday - dozed off in the middle of traffic and all. So I stopped at the grocery to pick myself up some feel-better-now goods.
Funny thing was when I got this call from friends at my old local art group while dragging my lazy butt across the grocery aisles, I just absolutely lit up. I mean, I was circling the fruit and produce section for about half an hour aimlessly and all but heck, I was so in the zone, talking to them over the phone smiling and getting giddy like a dork.
Bet I was running on adrenaline there because I may have made pretty outrageous promises over that phone call. And I’ve had chills still, that night, despite all the citrus and paracetamols and carbohydrateloving I self prescribed.
But the prospect of my knuckles possibly getting burned against canvas within the month. Haaah :)
photos by Jam Jacosalem (traveljams.com)
For the last waterfall of the day I decided to attempt another quick watercolor while everybody went for their photo ops. We were really short on time because we had to be at somewhere before sunset so I guess I’ll get back to this when I’ll have a bit more than 20 minutes to sit down and paint.
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.
Not quite finished but happy enough that my patience got it this far. haha. I’ve been quite into Italian architecture lately. Much influence on the books I’ve been reading, I think. Even my current read is set in a fictional city of Camorr which I think probably is medieval Italy because of the canals and the capas and the garristas and the contrarequiallas and their sharks! Yeah!
Okay. Seem to be having a bit too much fun with that. I just want something pretty up the top of my blog that’s all. haha.
Tzaddi Esguerra 2012. Acrylic and oil on canvas, 3x3 ft
I started this painting with the intention of making a purely abstract piece with just three colors or so because of the time constraint. That, or I just really had nothing in mind even on the first brush stroke.
Uninvited colors made their way into the canvas — I kept making mistakes because of my little knowledge on the drying time of the different paints I had to make do with so new colors kept emerging every time I accidentally blend colors together.
But I think they were happy accidents. I found playful lines and I began to make out a figure from the shameless color dump that it made me think of Cirque du Soleil and this catchy Moony song.
This could all be just a shady way of justifying it but I guess I wanted to capture the feeling of being up in the air, tossing to and from trapezes with an inconceivable amount of confidence. Like being so infatuated with something (or someone. hihi) but consciously letting yourself get carried away that you’re enmeshed in your own mess.
I came across this artist’s works in a book I couldn’t afford. I really wish I’m sorry for taking photos of it.
Tzaddi Esguerra 2012. Acquarelle
So I’ve been trying out working with suggestions. Again I’ve been tempted to draw in the details and copy the exact thing but I think I’d been able to hold back just enough for a first go.
Funny how I worked with my watercolors like I’d been working with acrylics. I was pretty happy with what I came up with up until I got too impatient for it to dry and tucked it into the first book I got my hands on. Thank god it was a non-favorite. I think I was hoping the prints on the book would stick to the wet paint for a mixed media effect, but then again, I forgot I’m not working with acrylics so the wet parts just made a negative on the opposite page. Haha.
Tried recreating what I’d imagined it to look with Photoshop though. While I figure out how I’m going to fix the actual painting. If I do figure it out I’ll be mailing it to the one who can guess who this is. I like mailing things.
Missed the university’s Meeting de Avance for my first mall exhibit at my tiny city’s lone mall. Spent the rest of the day planning out the mural with the group for tomorrow night’s art gig.
One HeART for Iligan Art Exhibit
Tinta, Halongkulay, Umbrella Photography Group, Sendong Survivors
You can’t quite tell from this picture, but it’s funny how these 8 foot planks of wood I just bought barely fit inside my room. Ha! A little pick-me-up because the past few days have been depressingly uneventful. Wood makes me happy. The one that comes from trees, people, please. So does being the center of hardware people’s attention, sort of why I take my time choosing my planks. Mehe. It’s nice being attended to and asked questions and smiled at. Thank you local hardware people!
You know there’s something wrong with you when you sit for hours just talking about colors, wide-eyed in the wee hours of the day. Some side stories about extremely generous (not to mention, enigmatic) artist ex-boyfriends, dinner and OJ, and we have ourselves a night!
Okay, one more with bloodshot eyes, pre-exhibit stress, and a linseed oil high, now.
New painting nook