It’s been awhile since I’ve posted any sketchbook pages. I’ve been keeping busy since the beginning of this year, working on projects offline. I had to take a step back and really think about the direction I’m trying to go with this blog. I don’t have cool recipes or little gleaming nuggets of advice, and all the graphic design/personal branding advice I know of can already be found on other blogs. For now I’ll just share work while I get my portfolio up and running. Posting three times a week was already a lot for me, so I’ll be posting organically once a week. I’ll be here on Fridays. It might be travel photos, it might be sketchbook pages, hopefully WIP photos from a few things I’ve been working on. Maybe along the way, there might be mistakes in all of this. Either way I hope I can share this entire learning experience with you; sometimes things like finding a voice can take time.
But for now, pages! Read More
We flew up to the Bay Area last month during a weekend pocket of calm between rain storms, marking the transition from winter to spring. We did an AirBnB in Berkeley, at a tiny house in our host’s backyard. There were chickens and a friendly black kitten named Aster, and our host shared his record player and books with us. First thing in the morning I’d listen to Nina Simone or Joy Division on vinyl, then read Audre Lorde or t.s. eliot before falling asleep in the evenings.
When we weren’t traveling between Berkeley and SF, we walked through much of the Mission District and Haight & Ashbury, and wandered aimlessly around Berkley and Oakland with walks sometimes spanning 11 miles in a day. We ducked into shops when we got tired, or wandered into cafes or restaurants when we got thirsty or hungry. Sadly, I can’t even remember most of the places we walked into. Regardless of all the time we spent plotting our itinerary in any location, we hardly followed any of it. But I think I like it that way.
I was really curious as to what that guy was playing on his guitar as I was quietly inhaled my pastries. Yeah I’m a creep.
I took my dad’s old Fujica AX-5 for a spin a few months ago, and I’ve been gradually filling up the 24-exposure roll with test shots. The prints are far from amazing, with most of the pictures streaked with light leaks. I don’t remember the last time I shot in film, so I’ve been trying to reacquaint myself with the slow process carefully composing, adjusting, and focusing. No throwaway test shots, no autofocusing or white-balancing, no HDR for Lightroom to fix. I’m trying to see it as more of an exercise in patience and observation.
These past few months, I’ve been thinking about my objectives for running this blog. At the moment, I don’t have any cool DIY posts, and I’m no fashion plate, but I’m hoping to simply use this place as a receptacle for the documentation of ideas and inspiration. Yeah, I know this is what blogs were a few years ago, but I’m hoping that consistently posting work process might motivate me to keep going; keep working hard until something happens.
Maybe someday you’ll have to push your ideas on people to accept them, but for now, there’s nothing wrong with being invisible. There’s room for experimentation and self-discovery before people start paying attention. Maybe those stolen ideas were duds, in retrospect.
…Well, I mean, that’s what I’m trying to tell myself.
Sometimes I need to be reminded that it’s not necessary to constantly remain connected in order to find ideas. In some instances, “research” or “searching for inspiration” results in procrastinating from getting the real work done.
So put down the phone, turn off the computer, and go outside. Read. Connect with someone IRL. Get your hands dirty. Pinterest, Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, and the rest of the Internet will still be there when you get back.
I have mixed feelings about LA. I appreciate that nearly everything wonderful is so accessible within such a compact space of a city; but because LA is so compact, getting from point A to point B won’t happen so easily with freeways congested at nearly all hours of the day.
So we decided on a whim to drive up anyway.
I’ve been to the Getty a few times, but I always discover something new whenever I look at the permanent collection. We went to the Getty Center sometime in the afternoon, when the sun was bright and the travertine surfaces were even more reflective. Sometimes I saw the texture, other times I saw the shape.
More life changes have occurred these past few months: a puppy, new jobs, the slow process of moving house—real life happens, and sometimes it moves a little too fast for me to even remember to document it. And just like that, summer’s over, along with the other three quarters of this year.
Two months ago, I made my very first domestic flight to the East Coast for a wedding in Virginia. J and I thought it was a good excuse to stay in Washington D.C. for the duration of our trip. We did the usual touristy things, and I finally crossed off one of my bucket list items by visiting the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. Unfortunately, there’s still a lot we have’t seen, so we will be back someday, D.C. I still have my metro card.
Sometimes I feel an unexplainable absence for places I’ve long forgotten.
It’s been sunny for most of the week, with the exception of yesterday and today. I’ve been really enjoying how quiet it’s been here. When there isn’t much distraction, sometimes you tend to be a little more sensitive to your surroundings, and things like the way morning, afternoon, and early evening light color everything. I also feel a little more motivated to get things done.
It’s been taking awhile to get this pillow case finished.
Sunset Cliffs at noon
It’s more like a single spread. I’ve been trying to take a more organic approach to getting my sketchbook pages done, because it’s more honest and less stressful on my part.
Anyway, I love drawing girls. I also love exploring ways to draw hair. I’ve heard it said that hair (on our heads) is often one of the best accessories, and I find it intriguing when there are cultural implications behind the way we choose to wear our hair. Although I enjoy seeing the ways we style and color our hair, I believe that the hair a woman was born with—natural texture and color—is the most beautiful on her. But that doesn’t mean that I haven’t toyed with the possibility of coloring my own hair. Options, you know?