Showing posts with label doodles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doodles. Show all posts

April 02, 2012

I HAVE BEEN DOODLED

Yes, all my life, I've honed a talent for being able to fill up a blank canvas with oil and acrylic but never with watercolor and pencil.

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(Buddha Banana, Illustrated! Illustration by Mikhail Douglas Ong Quijano)


Mikhail’s doodles are pretty impressive – the resemblance is uncanny!

January 20, 2010

PAPER LOVE

I always find myself tucked in one corner, pouring though images, doodling and making notes over a cup of warm coffee before hitting the sack.

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(My Moleskine, a Rhodia pad from Ant and some random page)

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(and some...)

My Moleskine has become the ultimate place for all my ideas and it excites me no matter how the pages turn out.

October 13, 2009

DAILY MOLESKINERIE

I always like to take my own sweet time, working on an idea until I believe is done. I sometimes don't know where I will be without my Moleskine for jotting down observations and doodles. It is the analogue tool I couldn’t live without!
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(A page from my Moleskine)

June 03, 2009

LAST PAGE SKETCH - MOLESKINE

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The fine adjustment, scalpel, infraspinatus
Then,
Champaigne, river, a pencil and some scratch papers


As described by my university literary folio editor ( Ateneo’ 2001)

October 14, 2008

STYLE SALVAGE PROJECT -MOLESKINE SKETCH

I came across ‘Style Salvage’ and they've got this challenge and I thought it might be cool to revive my old moleskine with some style doodles. Here's my take on the project:

http://stylesalvage.blogspot.com/

October 02, 2008

INK DOODLE 8X10

One of the ink versions I am currently working on for my exhibit using a technique I am currently trying to develop. I will be posting more oil and acrylic doodles soon.

September 15, 2008

PROJECT DOODLE

This is a drawings done for Pia’s personal project. There will be more weekend doodles coming soon using a technique I am currently trying to develop and I'm excited to see where it takes me.

August 23, 2008

SCRIBBLING NONE

( old collage from my book - Summer 2006)
I've been doodling with paint since grade school. It started out as a mandatory thing that I loathed my instructor for making me paint something I really did'nt like. The stuff I painted was truly Horrible. Emotional and totally strange, but I did it - and realized I loved it.The more I painted , the better I got (I think) so I enjoyed it even more. Over time, it became a stress reliever (aside from retail therapy). When things were pretty down in the dumps, I write. It's not hard for me. It doesn't take much time at all. I'm not a big De Quiros thinker-type, I just write what comes spewing out my enlarged head.


( Screenshot of my flickr page above, see Sketch below. Call me crazy but reading Daphne’s comment 3 years ago still makes me smile.)


I'm in a drought now. I have had them before - when things are just beyond terribly unpleasant and the " I do not feel like doing anything" kind of phase. Or, when things are just so great and I'm here, lazy, and totally don't feel compelled to write. Thankfully, right now I'm stuck in the latter stage and haven't written anything like who knows when because I'm too dimly content to work.

I tried to work on something fun last week, just to force myself into it, but it went something like this:blank canvas - totally blank.

I mean, the thoughts were there, but I couldn't get them to form anything interesting or creative. Instead, I just forced myself up and tossed my sketchbook back on my bedside table. I've never believed in forcing yourself to write or paint. Creative outlets and some good combustion, and when I just "write to write" it comes out like uhh, and then I feel bad and think I have no talent. What good is that?

August 12, 2008

WASTED CRAYON

I've been doodling with paint since grade school. It started out as a mandatory thing that I loathed my instructor for making me paint something I really didn’t like. The stuff I painted was truly horrible. Emotional and totally strange, but I did it - and realized I loved it.The more I painted , the better I got (I think) so I enjoyed it even more. Over time, it became a stress reliever (aside from retail therapy). When things were pretty down in the dumps, I write. It's not hard for me. It doesn't take much time at all. I'm not a big De Quiros thinker-type, I just write what comes spewing out my enlarged head. I'm in a drought now. I have had them before - when things are just beyond terribly unpleasant and the " I do not feel like doing anything" kind of phase. Or, when things are just so great and I'm here, lazy, and totally don't feel compelled to write. Thankfully, right now I'm stuck in the latter stage and haven't written anything like who knows when because I'm too dimly content to work.
(My set I did last year)
I tried to work on something fun last week, just to force myself into it, but it went something like this:blank canvas, totally blank.

I mean, the thoughts were there, but I couldn't get them to form anything interesting or creative. Instead, I just forced myself up and tossed my sketchbook back on my bedside table. I've never believed in forcing yourself to write or paint. Creative outlets and some good combustion, and when I just "write to write" it comes out like uhg, and then I feel bad and think I have no talent.What good is that?

Shopping cures depression

(repost: June 29,2007)

MOLESKINE DOODLE


I am sitting among my unfinished paintings from my most recent series. In it, I separate my character into colors and superego and let the two fight-over topics such as the future direction of my art. The cycle of my self-love / self loathing desires. As I write, I find my works to be much more compelling. Most of my paintings posted here is an effort to give an image to the character.
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some doodles from my moleskine sept 27,2007

June 24, 2008

Mandela and our black little notepads

Two white South African guys seated beside me at EN07 literally laughed like "Hah-hah-hah-hah!" in tandem with one another and then end the Hah-chain with a big "Ohhhhhhhhhh." REPEATEDLY. Over my little black notebook.
South African Boy1 : sweet man, how much did you get it for?
Me : Huh? uhh which one? My bag?
South African Boy1: nope, your notebook.
Me: ohh hahaha around $20 USD, why?
South Africans (took their books out too from their pockets) We've got ours for like $12 USD
Me: What? TOTALLY CHEAP!
( we all started laughing )
South African boy2 : (Laughs) BTW, we're from Capetown. I'm James and he's Stephen....yup, moleskine addicts too.. and you are?
Me: ( Laughs) oh Ram here.
South African Boy2 : From Guam?
South African Boy1 : New Zealand? You Maori?
Me: huh? Nope ( smiles) uhh Manila - Welcome to the Philippines! ( Shows my gray EN07 ID)
( we all just started giggling)
You're guys are not distracting anyone with your solid pale blue poly/cotton top.

August 10, 2007

DOODLES FROM MY MOLESKINE

















Doodles from my Moleskine journal. ( August 02,2007)

September 06, 2005

MY ART

( L-R , TOP Practice sketch / vintage top - Ink on Paper , practice sketch 2 - Ink on construction paper, Crayola on Styro BOTTOM Watercolor on Paper, Black and White Photos 1 & 2 )

( L-R , TOP Pagpukaw - Ink , watercolor, charcoal on Paper , practice sketch 2 - Ink on construction paper BOTTOM craypas on board Paper - entree )