Gabriel Garcia

This is a portrait of Gabe Garcia, the vocalist of Black Tide. Acrylic on canvas. 

My hands were itching to touch a canvas, but too lazy to use oil. 

So this is pretty much a spur of the moment. 

My Sweet Tooth

I have a really big sweet tooth. <3

A Little Something For Me

For my birthday last December, my sister gave me several presents that she bought from the event Brightspot Market. I wasn't able to attend Brightspot Market for the second time, due to being so busy with campus assignments and several works, then I got sick (and that also made me cancel my trip to the Yogyakarta Biennale). But she told me that she was buying me a present from there, I never thought that she bought three. Among those three (which are a jacket from Cotton Ink and a dress from Nikicio), she bought me a necklace that's the utmost unique thing I've seen.

The necklace was from Tarita Aurora. The fact that this necklace is like nothing what I've seen before makes it more interesting. I have a great fondness towards feathers and this necklace is perfect to convey how I love it. And also, my sister mentioned that I should keep the packaging safe so that I could store the necklace away without harm to it. The package also looks hand-made; that makes it more special to have this necklace.

I fancy this necklace, A LOT. I can't help but say these kind of accessories portray me in some kind of mysterious ways. I'm so happy that my sister gave me this, I'm especially picky when it comes to necklaces, since I don't wear them a lot. But this one..., this one is just amazing.  I will hold this necklace near and dear to me.

Dear, Ms. Tarita Aurora, congratulations because you've just got a new fan here; I'm in love with your work!

Thanks a bunch sis!

km.0

km.0 is an exhibition by Seni Grafis ITB '10, the printmaking division in my faculty, held today (11th January) until the 15th of January at Padi Gallery. I was actually still lolly-gagging in my room when my friend, Pajay, texted me to come to the exhibition. Although it was late, I had to come since I don't know wether I could go on another day and it was also the opening night. So I rushed my self outside, met Pajay, and we walked our way in the night to the exhibition. 'Twas a sight to see all my friends were having so much fun there. And there was even Hasnan, a friend of mine who went to America to study.

All the prints were made for assignments on the previous semester. And may I say I was intrigued by the different feel each artist gave off. I'm proud of my friends for making this exhibition a success. And the finished piece of the Indian drypoint (by my friend Cungek) that I used for my quick sketch is up there being exhibited also. Congrats to Klanting, Cungek, Reuben, Geugeut, Rama, Aming, Afin, Shita, Happy, Moe, Bebek, Hilma, Hajar, Danti, and Tata!

2012

Hello there 2012.

The whole world is celebrating the biggest annual change today, which is the change of the year. Filled with fireworks flying everywhere. Not to mention last night felt like Bandung was in war. Sounds of fireworks remind me of bombs falling down from planes, just like in the movies. But that's just a somber outtake towards what should be a festive night. None the less, I celebrated with several friends and it was fun. Even though the barbecue we intended failed miserably, the firework display compensated. 

The change of the year definitely got me thinking. When I was on my way back from shopping for groceries on December 31st 2011, under the heat of the blazing sun I kept on thinking in my head; what is time? Time is something precious, isn't it? Time is something we can't get away from, right? Well, it might be all of that and I don't even know the answer. But what I know is that time is not what appears to be. Seconds, minutes, hours, weeks, days, months, years, decades, millenniums, era; they're not time. They are a thing that we create to measure time, to categorize time, to give time a form, but it's not the true form of time. And us growing old, the change that happened to the things around us, that's just the outcome of time and proof that time exist. But time itself, does it have a form? What is time? Why must we celebrate the change of a year when a change of each second is as significant? 

At that moment I was reminded of my lecturer who actually started the discussion about time with me and several friends. I wasn't sure what he talked about then, but now I feel like I'm closer to an understanding even though I'm still far from the answer I seek. Dare say, I think time is something closer to us than we think. Time is every living thing in this planet. Time is every thing in this universe. Time is our whole existence. We can't touch time, because time is something within. It's like something attached to our souls, I guess. I don't know what I'm rambling about, I just want to let something out about time. As my time is slowly and surely will come to an end sooner or later. And because of that, I guess it's time for me to appreciate 'time' even more than before. In other words, appreciate myself and all that is around me. I can't say that this year will have something better for me than the previous one, but I can promise myself this: that I am a better person this year no, I am content to be who I am now, because the current me is better than the previous me. Who knows about future me, she's unknown. Just like Master Oogway said in Kung Fu Panda, "Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present". Happy New Year 2012 everybody. Be content.

Treasures In My Room

Hello!
It's been a while since I've write here. I see that my last post was that wood cut blunder. Well, that was an interesting thing to remember though. Now I'm happy to say that I've finished the assignment and happy with the results. I made three pictures that I made into woodcut and 5 prints each. But I definitely made more for myself to have.

Currently on my end of year holiday and I pretty much tried getting my life straight again. Had time to do several things that I haven't done in a while. One of them is cleaning. I got to clean my room (and of course, Oni-chan's cage). Books and magazines were full of dust. I kinda felt sorry for them to have someone like me to be their master. I need to read them often. Oh, but besides battling dust, I found an old friend.

Indeed, an old friend. An artifact from the past that contains stories that are near and dear to me.

WoodCUT!

Work in progress. Woodcut. 40x60 cm. 

As you can see, that's my assignment for printing class. I've always been interested towards woodcut artworks, especially the world renowned Japanese woodcut artworks that is Ukio-e. Manual printing has been one of my soft spots. But I chose to pursue the way of the brushes instead. Luckily, there's manual printmaking class for those who're not majoring in it.

For several reasons, I'm currently not in the mood for painting, so I find myself doing woodcuts just to send my mind at ease.

A messy close-up

I don't know what's the story behind this drawing, but I just simply like it. Unlike my painting assignment, this one is actually showing my true self. I just feel content with this one.

But there's this unfortunate event happened while making this.

I started the woodcut last night and continued it the whole day today. But a few moments ago something what I like to call blunderity happened. The woodcut knife plunged itself into my right thumb. YES. It made a huge cut to it.

BLUNDERITY. 

Don't ask me why I actually had time to take a picture of it in midst of my situation. I just did! ;p

Well, as you can see the blood gushed out pretty hard after this. I didn't know what to do except to run around my room panicking. I know, I'm lame. But then I realised I had to wash it first, so I went to the bathroom and did just that. Still the blood wasn't stopping though.

In the end, a friend of mine helped me cover the wound up. And just then I realized what a mess I made to my room from running around panicking. The blood was all over the place. -___-

Even my Moleskine got covered in blood.

Moral of the story:

1. Don't watch TV when you're holding sharp objects. If you lose focus, you're dead.

2. NEVER DO HOMEWORK/ASSIGNMENTS ON SATURDAY NIGHTS! It's a big no no!