Card for J!

It's been such a long time since I posted here, been contemplating a lot about the purpose and significance of this blog.

Was there a need to share, was there a need to publicly show. Well? Maybe not. But I really do need to document, remember, and hopefully make a conscious effort to understand my journey and growth.

Hence, i probably would still maintain this blog, maybe document cards and small gifts I've made? Haha

Here's a card I made for Justin!

Postcard size
Mixed media

Count your blessings,

Sometimes, I think I'm way too unappreciative, discontented.
Really really need to learn to be a better person.

I had the immediacy to create this.
20 x 20cm
Black ball-point pen

Reference: Shiyin's "snippets"

Life drawing (during lessons)

Drew during math tutorial yday, haha.

Junhao was reading his Lit text, so it made him the obvious target for a sketch. People like Houzheng have hyperactive disorder which it makes it terribly difficult to sketch :/

It doesn't look exactly like Junhao, but there's a resemblance (my friends say that too)

It's funny how he actually knew I was drawing him, he said he could feel it. Haha probably bcos I kept staring at him? Haha~ awkward.

But he was really calm and composed to refrain from movement to let me sketch him though, haha- without me telling him to not move.

Previously, I've tried sketching other people and nah, they kept moving (despite me telling them to stay still)

Haha, it's fun to sketch people you know, but I really need to sketch better! :)


Jun Hao
Haha, he knew
8x9 cm
Pencil

Unknown

I have no idea why I drew this.
30mins

Needa draw better in pen, sigh.

Plastic bag creased in a weird angle
15x9 cm
Ballpoint pen

Shaken.

There's been too many things that happened, too many things that saddened me and everyone around me.

I'm slowly losing the confidence of the control of life that I always thought and presumed I had (or anyone would have).

The first time my beliefs were shaken, torn apart, and I'm unsure if I even have the courage to piece them all back again.

#emotional

11x10 cm
Pencil

Scream

I've been feeling terribly odd today,
mood swings.

The mouth looks terrible.

Traumatized by the internal screaming within me
Pencil, 15cm x 11cm
40mins

The moment of subconsciousness

Was introduced to drawing of the subconscious yday, and all I can say is that the experience was awesome.There's really much to explore in the realm of the subconscious, as well as many interesting theories and things to think about.

It's intriguing,How certain patterns can represent the relationships one have with the paper, with the surroundings (environment), or merely serve to represent the emotions and attitude of the artist;How one pictures an image or concept in our mind but realizes that it isn't what they imagined it to be after opening their eyes;1. The overall image of what we drew2. The scale of our drawing3. The marks of our drawing
How we in fact have the ability to create works of abstraction, using varied and interesting methods of drawing when we lose the ability to see what we draw- such as the way we make curves or angular lines and shapes, irregular but with rhythmic strokes and shades- something I am unable to achieve when I draw consciously;
How one still retains their distinctively style despite drawing unconsciously, such as my somewhat angular drawings (minimal curves), liyi's expressive and sketchy drawings;
How there is much to discuss about the connections one can draw between the drawing and the artist, such as how colourful and unconventional zhiping's paper was treated showed her love for bright colour and nonconformity, how linhui's clean and small drawing reflects her reserved and quiet personality, how Aaron's wild and curvy drawings reflects his happy-go-lucky and fun character;
How the drawings appear pretty, simple yet unachievable when one draws consciously;
How the drawings can represent one's emotion so aptly and succinctly (at least in the case of mine);
How one can infer what the artist values most in doing his or her drawing, such as for mine- I expressed the emotions (mainly the process) when encountered with the unknown object I was supposed to touch, while some people merely took the exercise literally and tried to express the texture of what they felt, or depict the real thing. So it was a question of process or product for them, and as for me I always knew it was about the process;

How it made me wonder if these could be work of art.some people might say that these marks of a moment are way too simple or easily achieved to be deserving to be called art. However for me, I value them as artworks since those mere moments of a few minutes or seconds really captured the emotions I felt then. It made the act of representing oneself so simple, yet deeply rooted: something I find difficult to express when you create a piece of work on purpose- when there are simply much more symbols you have to take into consideration;
How one can be freed from the over-reliance on our sight to draw and depict reality, to express the other aspect of sensitivity that we commonly disregard or forget about;
Personally, I felt empowered in the process of drawing subconsciously. Not only did I not need to consider how to make the image more aesthetically appealing, how the shapes had to appear like, or how the image has to be composed, the expressive element was amplified. It allowed me to be natural and truthful, solely tapping on my emotions and gut feeling to execute the piece. Every individual was pretty much a clone of me of that moment.


Drawings:

Drawing 1: listened to music of movies, e.g. Transformers, Edward Scissorhands

Drawing 2: listened to meditative music (Japanese Garden)
- there are specks of darker tones in many anonymous areas
mainly because I felt disturbed whenever the music is too
calming or draggy, fostering a certain sense of insecurity here
and there when the music played through

Drawing 3: blindfolded and touched lace cloth (fish net feel-like)
- I tried to express my emotional process where I started off feeling
really scared till there was a moment of fear and distrust which then
died off when I could register in my head what the object was