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Art Journal 4/20/2014: Broken Things

Art Journal 4/20/2014: Broken Things



For Easter, the family went over to the beach to unwind. The beach was full of broken things: A tree that was broken by the typhoon Bopha/Pablo in 2012. A wall that looked like it was built by some guy who had no idea what a wall was and was simply told to “stack a bunch of rocks and pour cement on it”. And this scarred, evil cat (we named it Evil Cat) who, we suspected, was sucking up our souls:

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Art Journal 4/19/2014: First Sketchcrawl!

Guess who had her first sketchcrawl?


Last week’s homework involved doing a sketchcrawl. Last week I had a deadline to beat and then promptly got very sick, so I couldn’t exactly do it. Today, I was still not feeling 100% but decided to get on with it anyway.

I started at about 10:30 or 11:00 in the morning with a cup of cappuccino at Coffee Works. Cafes are always a nice place to start drawing right? But I felt so uncomfortable with…

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Art Journal 4/15/2014: Skoolwork

Art Journal 4/15/2014: Of monkeys and colored pencils



As you already know, I’m taking Sketchbook Skool, which is an awesome online art course on visual journaling. We’re already in our third week of klass and I must say I’m impressed by the course! As early as now, I think it’s safe to say that even if the founders Danny and Koosje are still learning themselves, the course can be very effective in teaching people to make art.

This is because the…

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Brown Feminism

Last year, I had the privilege of being the respondent to a survey involving gender sensitivity and women’s rights in the context of disaster response. We spent some time talking about our experience with disaster response, as well as the strengths and the limitations when it comes to women and children.

The conversation below is probably not verbatim, but you’ll get the picture:

“According to…

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Art Journal 04/11/2014: Guess what I got in the mail?

Bangungot, or nightmares which involves paralysis and occasionally death, is phenomenon that can be easily explained with science. It seems that during rapid eye movement (REM) sleep, the muscles are paralyzed perhaps as a protective mechanism. What makes it scary is that this is often associated with visual or auditory hallucinations. But it really is pretty much harmless from a scientific point…

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There is no such thing as “talent”.

In my opinion, there is no such thing as talent. It’s just that some people are fast learners. Others are just naturally interested or drawn to something. Some people have extreme brain power. And yet others are lucky enough to have all of the above. But there is no such thing as talent.

“Talent” oversimplifies something that is so incredibly complex. As if you can make music or art or dance or…

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Art Journal 04/6-8/2014: Art lessons, the office and glaring green

Art Journal 04/6-8/2014: Art lessons, the office and glaring green

Art lessons!

I didn’t want to clog any feeds with straight on daily posts of sketches, so I decided to lump a few in one post. :)

It seems that I have less and less energy to think about proper composition the further into the week I got.

Art lessons!

Last Sunday, I had kids over for “art lessons”. They’re actually less real art lessons and more entertaining a few bored kids over the summer by making them draw stuff.…

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Art Journal 04/10/2014: Sheena Liam

A Sketch of Sheena Liam

Yesterday, Sheena Liam of Malaysia won Asia’s Next Top Model Cycle 2. And while many of my countrymen are now on the warpath, I think it was a deserved win. Sheena was one of my favorites early on.

I do agree, however, that Jodilly of the Philippines had the best overall portfolio (but Sheena’s was obviously a close second when I placed them side-by-side the day before the competition). Jodilly…

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Bato bato sa langit

Bato bato sa langit

I must remember that words are responsibilities.

It is not true, by the way, that it is a free country (or a free world) and I can say or write anything that I please. A single word or phrase may have the power to heal or to hurt. I love the way Ursula K. Le Guin puts this in her fantasy novel, The Farthest Shore:

Do you see how an act is not, as young men think, like a rock that one picks up and…

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