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This is a blog to update my drawing as well as to showcase nice work I come across on Tumblr :)
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A film poster i did for school project. Any Akira Kurosawa fan here? ^u^
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A paper cut, vertical landscape by Bernie McGovern
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Otter!!! Doodling in class #sketch #doodle #animal (Taken with Instagram)
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Social/Cultural Pattern
Sense-based PatternTwo 7-panel illustration i did for school project.
Picture 1: This is about social/cultural pattern. I chose something local, the “tissue paper table reservation system”. It’s uniquely Singapore. The tissue paper has no name, and it’s so cheap, yet it works as a table reservation tool. You don’t get it? I don’t either, but it just works here.
So this little man in red walks through the panels, trying to get a seat in lunch hour.
The different table settings and the flooring represents different food courts. There are visual connection through out the panels to direct the audience’s attention in sequence.Picture 2: Still talking about the “tissue paper table reservation system”. But this time i use a bowl of prawn noodle to show the time that you can waste on looking for a seat if you encounter tissue paper on the tables. The changes in soup level, noodle thickness, the prawns, egg yolk, the steam etc.
It’s a super fun project and i enjoy it a lot, becos of drawing. xD
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Funny blue man that appeared in my dream last night.
About 1.55m height, with brown jeans, topless with orange hair.
staring at my friends and me when we were making our way across the atrium of the school….
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If it’s true, i cant wait to see that *u *
What if Disney did a movie, that was animated like it was a moving Impressionist painting? I did this in an attempt to conjure up some imagery!
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So Beautiful!!!!!!
Glowing caves in New Zealand are a popular tourist attraction. The glowing in the caves is caused by bio-luminescent worms hanging from the cave ceiling. (via)
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今日は楽しかった means “today was fun”.
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Hi~meow
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I tried so hard. I dated a girl from Portland. I criticized cheese. I applied the term artisanal to every inanimate object that went in or on my body. I burned and singed my forearms just to make it look like I was going to culinary school. I grew Carol Brady hair. I got itchy from the finest flannel and I cut off circulation from the waist down with jeans that made my ass look like an elevator button. … And I rode a fixie. No more. It’s all gotta go. The hair, the macrame, the texting overages, the Netflix and Hulu Plus. The record collection (have you ever tried to box up and move an effin stack of LPs?!) … and the bike. Pictured below is the bike. It’s beautiful. It’s got red rims. Red chain. Red tires. Red handlebars shaped like devil horns — because it’s the devil. The guys at the hipster store don’t tell you fixes [sic] don’t stop. So I will. Fixies don’t stop. Stop sign? Fixie don’t care. Car coming turning in front of you at a three-way stop? Fixie laugh. Want Chipotle? Nope. Fixie want protein powder/beet/purple carrot/bee pollen juice and won’t stop till he gets it. Fixie has a mind of his own. Yesterday, Fixie got pulled over twice by SLO PD in three hours. In six months time, Fixie collected more tickets than a scalper for a Radiohead show at Hollywood Bowl. I’m selling this badboy and tipping the dregs of my last PBR tall boy in his memory.
— a used-bike ad posted on the San Luis Obispo Craigslist earlier this month. It’s still up, which might mean this poor guy has yet to sell his fixie. (via washingtonpoststyle)