books.

I had a final project for my drawing course last term, as aforementioned in this blog, and it did not turn out so well.

I just didn't give myself the chance to do fantastically. Chose to paint instead of applying drawing techniques, used really crumbly old books, was way too ambitious and didn't give myself enough time to execute the plans. It was just all rushed & in desperated need of polishing.

Below are two parts out of the five I did for the final piece.
"Good Wives" acrylic with collage, on a book.

"The Secret" acrylic, collage, book.
First time I decided to do a (part of a) piece on queer issues.
I guess I feel as though the more we talk about it and secularize it, the more "unnormal" we're making it. It's not like people do art about "straight" issues.
Sex is sex, and that's complicated enough.

the surburban landscape

final project for my drawing course this term. I never give myself enough time to complete my "vision"

really, I've seen worst messes.

The roof of my "doll house". This did not turn out the way I wanted, but I am keeping it. It looks rather juvenile, and not in the "quaint, nostalgic" good way either. Like it was made by a third-grader who doesn't give a crap.
Think I should've made the strips thinner.

faaack, I still have four other books to slice up.

There's Only Us.

Book City Sculpture. January 2009. Discarded book, medium, acrylic.





















*you have to excuse me for these horrible photos. The reason it looks like I took them at the crack of dawn was because I did take these photos at the crack of dawn.

PS. I am too lazy to fix the colours on PS.


"....
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd..."