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Art Journal #10: Flame Yo

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I’ve moved passed the airbrushes and tried out a harder and rougher texture. I was really happy with the result! Thank god I saved the brushes I used. I will experiment more until I’m satisfied with the look. The key for controlling the colors is a chiseled eraser which is a default brush in Photoshop. Another development here are the highlights. This is why my past pieces looked dull and dark.

I guess one thing I didn’t really like are the thick outlines (I’ve been trying line arts for a while now and I still have a long way to go!). Don’t get me wrong I’ve seen pieces with outlines but I still have to figure out how they work.

That’s about it. I’ll see you on the next piece!

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Nowhere, Kansas

Here’s a 3D model I did a few years ago for my reel. I re-rendered it this year and made a few tweaks on the lighting and depth. It’s inspired from a show in Cartoon Network I used to watch as a kid.

Child Story

When I was about four or six–somewhere in that age, I was wandering around the marketplace, hanging around the stalls when I was approached by this woman who sells slippers in her own stall. She asked me about my personal life. She wasn’t a stranger at all. Nobody was, because every store owner knew each other there.

Now, this lady, she was so interested about my life and she was asking a lot of question about my family. Eventually, she started to annoy me as our supposed conversation, like any other conversation between an adult and a child, became an interview. And then I wondered how far our little chat could go if I twist my stories into ridiculous lies.

For a start, I lied about how mom wasn’t really my mom. And that she really my aunt and that my real mom died when I was very young. That’s when the lady’s eyes widened as she straightened her back and craned her neck towards me. That’s also when I felt how good it was when someone is suddenly becomes curious about something you know (even if it was a lie). I felt important. I felt mysterious. I felt powerful over someone begging for information. But before I went on expanding my soap opera life story, my mom came to take me home. And well. The lady asked, as carefully and politely as she could, about all the outrageous stories that I told her. My mom, after giving her a look of confusion and shock, denied them all.

I never knew how my mom explained to her the real story. I doubt the lady ever believed my mom’s version. People tend focus on the intriguing stories and they sort of put aside what is real. Also, I think she was the type to believe in the phrase “Kids don’t lie.”

Now, you may think that I was this psychopath kid who would grow up to be an evil human being about to take over the planet. But I just want to tell you that I felt guilty after that. And I felt guilty all the way home. And I still felt guilty when my mom scolded me and gave a long lecture about honesty. Although, at this very moment I look at it as a funny story, it was very curious how wild I would go to make myself feel high and mighty.

After School Adventures (PART 1)

To keep the trip alive while on our way to Manila, my friends and I decided to talk about our favorite childhood animated TV series. Back then, nobody knew and cared about the existence of the internet. Everyone was glued on the television and boy, we were contented with the couple of shows that aired on the weekends straight from 8 to 10 in the morning. And if we missed those because of school, that’s okay because by the time our sweaty and stinky ten-year old selves get home, another couple of shows will be aired from 4 to 5:30 pm. And another one for the weekend mornings.

Keep in mind that these are local Filipino-dubbed animated TV shows. I won’t be talking about Disney Channel or Cartoon Network or Animax because not everyone had cable when they were younger. Life was simple back then. It didn’t matter whether we were watching cable or not. As long as it’s not live action, we were cool with it.

So here’s few of my favorite childhood animated TV shows. I won’t be listing down ALL OF THEM. It would take forever if we do that–just the ones that really molded my youth. Here we go:

EXPOSURES TO VIOLENCE

Dragon Ball Z – This is where my early styles in drawing came from. In fact, this is where every kid’s early styles in drawing came from. Spiky Super Saiyan hair, eyebrows with anger management issues and overly muscular anatomy with the whole character surrounded by an energy field. And always on the same pose as the image below.

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Why I loved Dragon Ball Z as a kid is because the characters are so rich, there’s a variety of favorite characters you could choose. You get to see different backgrounds and development from all of them. Of course, I didn’t think that at that time but you get what I mean.

And who could ever forget about the “kame-hame-wave”?

SlamDunk – I just love the art style of this show! There is  something about the realistic anatomy of the characters that made this one of my favorites. One more thing why I loved this show is it kinda gave me a break from all the supernatural universes and took me to this regular school with a bunch of guys playing a regular sport. It’s funny, intense and informative (this is where my basic information in basketball came from). Plus the ending theme song is really catchy.

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Flame of Recca – Every guy friend of mine has agreed that the one scene they could never forget is in a tournament, a girl character (Aira) was stripped almost naked by her opponent who was a pervert and had a Freddy Krueger weapon. In the end, she was offered origami pieces of paper as her alternative clothes.

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It’s not really my favorite but it stuck with me because you don’t skip cartoons when you’re a kid. That’s why I kinda knew the story pretty well and I used to know all of Recca’s 8 dragons by heart.

Ghost Fighter – It’s not even Ghost Fighter. The anime was actually titled Yu Yu Hakusho and I’m pretty sure it’s not Eugene, Alfred, Dennis, Vincent and Jenny either. Whatever their names were, they have the catchiest anime opening theme. And that’s the only thing I can remember about this show.

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Naruto – I’ve talked about this anime in one of my entries. That time, it was my only definition of what a ninja is. And the series after this – Naruto Shippuden, where everyone grew up was one of the most exciting things that happened when I was a kid. Yep, the puberty of anime characters are more exciting than my own.

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Voltes V – I think people who belonged to the generation before us would relate more to this show because it was really a thing back on their era. It still aired in my time but not as often as it used to. But the opening theme was sure stuck on head and heart until I grew up.

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So I will be stopping here. For now. My drive in writing about this is kinda loosing. This post has been hanging for days and I don’t think I will be able to continue. But there will be part 2. I hope.

The Mysterious Girl In A 10 year-old’s Drawing

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I was going through my stuff awhile ago and found a scrapbook where I used to post my drawings back when I didn’t have the commitment of owning a sketchpad. I used to draw in every back page of any used paper because my mom told me it’s a waste of paper if I used blank pages. There came a time when I realized I’ve been drawing too much and I was quite fascinated with how awful some of the drawings were so I decided to put it on a scrapbook thus, this particular page I posted above.

When I was in fourth grade, there had been a big talk of this anime called Naruto in my class. It’s been popular mostly to boys because it’s of the action. It’s also popular to girls because of Sasuke. BUT, before anything else, that statement was just my observation in MY class. That does not generalize how girls and boys see things, okay? I just needed to say that because the talk of feminism is hot right now and I myself is a feminist and I want everyone to know that that statement was based in MY observation in MY class and I believe that anyone can love it for whatever reason they have regardless of their gender. Okay?

Okay, moving on.

So this show is about this kid named Naruto who goes to a ninja school and that’s probably the main reason why everyone loved it. I mean c’mon who wouldn’t want to study in a ninja school? In my long experience of school, students, especially kids are not really that excited with Math, Science and English. I mean, sometimes they’re fun but you don’t really see kids wishing, “Oh man, I wish I was in a Math School. Where I get to enhance my fraction skills and I master getting the square root of this and that 24/7. That would be really awesome!” 

Yeesh. Typing these words just gives me chills because, you know, me and Math, we go way back. And I’m telling you, throughout the years we’ve been together, not pretty (See this entry I made to know my feels about it). So yeah, Naruto comes along making every kid jealous of him because he get to study in this really fun and dangerous (because seriously, kids are taught to kill each other) academy and he get to have these weird but cool mentors and all his adventures where he always gets to fight someone and it went on for years. It just had its finale last November, I think.

So yeah, in that year, when I dreamt I myself was a Ninja on training from the hidden leaf village of Konoha, I made a sort-of fanart. I guess I kinda nailed it without using any reference. But there’s this one character that really bothers me because I can not recognize her at all.

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Who is she? What is she doing here? I’ve been racking my brains and I still don’t remember what is her purpose in this drawing. Could it be possible that someone deliberately put it in there when I was not looking? Or was I experiencing hallucination like in the movie Oculus where the character doesn’t remember doing a particular thing and she would suddenly get surprised when she realized she had done it?

Or she placed herself in there?

Did she wanted so badly to belong somewhere that she forced herself in a drawing of a 10 year-old? Knowing that she cannot be remembered by the creator, knowing that no matter how hard she try to blend in, she can never be part of this world. Of any world. So she silently swallow the pain. And behind her vacant eyes and sly smile, she pretends she’s part of something.

Christmas Night with The Kids

Yesterday, which was Christmas Day, I spent the entire night at my friend’s place along with few of my friends from childhood. My friend has got an extra bottle of booze from last night’s drink with his sister and he wanted to gather some people to drink it with him. Of course, we became his first option because all of us live in the same town and were just a couple of minutes away from his house. Plus, it’s been a while since the last time our small group hung out.

We talked about a LOT of things. All those years we spent in that small, public elementary school in a town where we lived most of our lives, it was like the ultimate throwback. We talked about the teachers who taught us more about cleaning than their actual lessons. We talked about the most creative role plays we came up with. We talked about the competitions we went. We talked about the embarrassing punishments we faced. We even talked about the people we bullied (yes, I had to admit, I was a bit of a bitch back then).

Relevant story about bullying, we had this classmate and we pestered her for like, her entire 3 years of being in our class and our friend told us that just recently, in a subject in which she was her classmate, that girl that we bullied opened this up to everyone in that class and poured out her bitterness towards all her bullies (which includes us). And our friend told us how awful and awkward it felt to her because everybody knows they were classmates in elementary.

Anyway, before we felt awful of ourselves because of what we have done, she added that, we bullies, became that girl’s inspiration to strive in her life and study harder and all that stuff. So I guess it wasn’t bad at all(?) I mean, I’m not endorsing bullying to motivate everyone to do better in our studies but well…to be honest I don’t really know what to feel about it. I’m just glad that it’s all in the past and we’re not that mean anymore. I hope.

Aside from that we also wondered when is this going to happen again. Because, seriously finding time is getting harder and harder to achieve as we reach our last years in college. But deep down, I guess we’ll manage. We always find ways to reach one another. My sister once told me that she envies us because she don’t see much of her classmates in elementary as often as we do. My mom is also happy that we never changed one bit. Our parents knows every one of us and I think they’re all cool with us as well.

We’ve been friends for more than a decade and seeing ourselves getting all red and tipsy while we talked about our pasts made me think how lucky I am to be friends with these people. I mean, they belong to the longest friendships I ever had. I’ve seen them grow boobs and deepen their voices and achieve some height and change their hair. It was these people who witnessed all the lamest and most shameful decisions I made when I was a kid and it would still be them who would remember them all and laugh at me when they do.

Yep. These were from 6th grade to summer of 2012 to last night. Just look how time flies.

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who would have thought we were a bunch of these adorbs?

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