Vic Thinks Too Much

Tosca

February 6th, 2010

I took a hiatus from doing any Harvard related posters to focus more on this improv thing. Now that I’ve gotten some free time in my hands (Due to finishing my Improv classes and having less hours at the Improv Asylum because of renovations), I accepted Lowell House Opera director Mike Yashinsky’s request to design the poster for their production of Puccini’s Tosca.
Mike wanted some kind of War propaganda theme to the poster and sent me several suggestions and links to classic posters in order for me to get the idea. Pshhhh….obviously Mike didn’t know who he’s dealing with… I’ve dabbled in this war propaganda poster thing before. Yup….

Mein Propoganda! It means NOTHING!

Actually, what I meant to say was I tried this War propaganda poster thing before—just for shits and giggles and I wasn’t at all an expert with the style. But I’ve always wanted to paint something in the style of war posters and Mike gave me that opportunity.

So first a sketch!

Inspired by a WWII towering Uncle Sam poster Mike sent me. I did this….

In Bizzaro world, their Towering Uncle Sam is a Towering Benito Mussolini

In Bizzaro world, a Towering Uncle Sam is a Towering Benito Mussolini

And Mike approved. It received praise! Hooray! It’s time to paint the thing! What’s that Vic? Oh you want to keep the original sketch? OK let’s go to the nearest copy place in Quincy….which is nowhere near Quincy and is actually 40 minutes on the Red Line to Boston. Get a copy of this thing and then…wait…what’s that? More than one copy? SURE! Make plenty of copies! You’ll have so much you’ll never run out! You are so proud of yourself right now aren’t you Vic? Yes you are! Now don’t be a dumbass and accidentally LEAVE THE SKETCH AND IT’S MANY COPIES ON THE RED LINE ON YOUR WAY BACK TO QUINCY, okay?

And… as you guessed… I went ahead and became a complete dumbass.

I guess lack of sleep and listening to Lady Gaga (yeah I said it…Lady Gaga…you wanna fist fight mo’fo?) on my ipod made me forget that I was carrying something very important. Lost and found said they didn’t have it and because I didn’t feel like going around town looking for a printer that could print my digital copy on 11 x17 paper….I went ahead and re-drew the whole thing.

The Sketch round 2….

Mussolini gained some weight here.

I gave the characters in the foreground some more of a “Holy fuck! that’s Mussolini!” gesture than the original’s “the fuck is that in the sky?” gesture. As soon as I finished this thing I went ahead and mounted it on a panel and attacked it with paint. Brushing a red preliminary base color to it.

This is also the general idea of what my Asian Flush looks like.

This is also the general idea of what an Asian Flush looks like.

And When I finished that, The rest of the colors I used was inspired by Anselmo Ballester’s Broken Blossom Poster from 1919 .

I had to take this picture with a low quality camera so it looks a bit blurred…anyways here it is:

"Bitch be wearin' mah colors!" Mussolini sneered.

The final poster will have text digitally put in regarding schedules, venue and pricing for the show……and I should be getting a copy very soon.

So yeah, that’s the new LHO poster….In closing–just in case– if you by any chance come across an orange cardboard portfolio in the red line train and see the first Tosca sketch with it’s many copies inside of it, more than likely, that portfolio is mine…. be a dear and please notify me at victorcaezar@gmail.com. Thanks.

-Vic

Tags: Painiting, Poster, Red line, Tosca
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Improv

January 14th, 2010

Trying my best at not sucking.

So my first round of House Teams has ended and I’m feeling rather sad about it. Sad that it was over before I really got totally comfortable being on stage. I base my performance on how much I don’t notice my stage jitters during scenes. Without acknowledging those jitters, I’m comfortable, I can think straight, and I can concentrate on whatever it is happening at the moment. But when I notice the jitters, I feel like a surfer who realized I’m unprepared to swim. Drowning is imminent.
On my first show, I made a tactical error of drinking two red bulls before performing. Already a jittery mess, being on stage and on a double dose of stimulants felt like being in a car crash in slow motion. I felt bad for my veteran House Team partners as they had to work real hard for any of the scenes I was in to make a lick of sense. That’s the thing about not feeling good on stage. It’s embarrassing and you feel like you’ve disappointed everyone. As if they can’t even look at you without disgust. “You’re a disgrace to this craft. Go home.”

Welcome to the Pancake place?! What the hell kinda offer was that?!

"It rings a bell?!" RINGS A BELL?!? What the hell kinda stupid offer is "RINGS A BELL"?! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Of course these were just my internal thoughts. Actually, all I got was encouragement and compliments from the other actors on my first show. The truth is, the other actors are just as concerned about their performance as I am with mine. Meaning, they didn’t dwell so much on how I performed, they’ve got themselves to worry about. This was all part of the learning process, that’s why the House Teams are only performed by students of the training center and its alumni.

“Learning proce—wait, the audience paid with hard earned $5 to watch you learn?! What about the audience, man!?”
Norm Laviolette, co-founder and an instructor at the Improv Asylum told our class , “It’s never the audiences’ fault if the show is bad. It’s how you handle yourself on stage.” Although true and possible to accomplish with experience, for a new comer like me, being able to handle yourself well on stage is close to nonexistent when you do something and your audience are as responsive as the people you find at the Port Authority at 3AM on Christmas Eve.

Port Authority, 3AM December 24 2009.

“It’s not the audiences’ fault.” I agree. They came to the show with the intent to laugh. So I feel more disappointed when I make them do the exact opposite of of their intentions.

On the third House Teams show, the entire place was sold out and the energy was so high, it carried all of us from one funny scene to another. It was crazy! Using another surfer analogy, it’s like we found the perfect wave and rode it to as far as it would take us. It was such a good ride that when it was over, I completely forgot to bow to the audience. And like all things that feels awesome. It’s addictive. As much as I hated sucking on stage, I love—uh — not sucking even better! The only way to learn how not to suck is to continue doing it, so yeah…. that is exactly what I intend to do.

I could not find any other portrait of myself being happy.

I could not find any other portrait of myself happy.

On that note. This Sunday, January 17th is my improv graduation show. You’ll see a decent roster of people doing sketches and improv. I was given the responsibility of designing the pamphlets, which also gave me practice on using the wacom tablet.

I'm the asian one with the glasses.

So far all I’ve heard are compliments on the design so… either they’re telling the truth or the group of them had a meeting and decided to to give the asian kid a break by complimenting my design no matter how shitty it is. Knowing these people, the latter would never happen. Anyways, inside the pamphlets are our bios, I’d post them on here but I doubt the other actors would appreciate that. SO I’ll just crop into my part of the inside.

I was going to mention my Macgyver Improvisation skills, but thought it was unnecessary.

This is the big thing this week. I’ve got friends from Jersey and New York, taking a hike up to Boston to see this. Pressure? What Pressure? Why would you even mention “Pressure?” I don’t see no “pressure.” this is no sweat. I got this.

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2009, the year that was…

January 1st, 2010

… an interesting ride. Neil Gaiman summed up his 2009 as, ” unquestionably the best and strangest year of my life, with many enormous highs and one huge low“ I can relate to this with that huge low being my grandfather’s passing and the highs being the friends I’ve gained, the creativity that flowed and Sarah. Of course that’s just my 2009 (and Neil’s apparently.)

For 2009, I could name several people who’s lives where changed in the most negative ways, some of them found resolution while others are hopeful it will come in 2010 (their facebook statuses confirms this). I find it strange how much a roller coaster ride each year delivers yet after 27 years, getting used to has never happened. 2009 is that year where nothing stood still, everything kept moving, something new each day, and after my grandfather’s passing– every other bullshit felt minute.

The lows of 2010 are expected, and I will still be a whiny little prick when they come…the highs are expected as well and I will be an even whinier little prick if they don’t come. But as far as 2009, I’m both happy and sad that ride is over.

“Time Slave” 2007 Barbed wire and wood

-Vic

Tags: year in review
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When funny and visual arts COLLIDE!

December 18th, 2009

For one year and two months I’ve been learning improv. It was not my original intention to cover 6 levels of Improv training classes. When I took the front house manager job at the Improv Asylum, I was required to take the Level 1 class just so I know what the hell I’m talking about when patrons ask, “hey, what’s the improv training center like?” Well after that Level 1 class, I got sucked in to this improv cult and decided to take all the classes, which will now accumulate to a graduation show on January 17, 2010. Yes, that’s right… performing in front of the general public and showcasing all the improv learned. I…am…so…fucking…nervous. Luckily, I made it to a House Team, to get a feel of what it’s like to do improv in front of an audience (note: House Teams are a group of training center students and alumni performing every Tuesdays at 8PM at the asylum). I’ve become super focused on this new interest of mine–watching shows and learning–but what becomes of Vic Yambao the Artist? Has he retired his paint brushes and oil paints? Has he put away his sculpting tools and sketchbooks? Fuck no, them shits are expensive. I just need to find a way to combine both interests instead.

It was sometime in July, when the NXT, came out with the review, “LOST IN BOSTON, or, Something Wicked Pissah This Way Comes.” that I found out, the only person who actually looked at my website when I asked them to was NXT member, Evan Kaufman–I know this, because after Evan asked me to make a prop for the NXT, everyone else seemed surprised to find out I was an artist (Update 1/11/10: It was NXT member Patty Barrett who suggested me to Evan. All this time I’ve been giving credit to the wrong person….all this time…..). They needed a political banner in their opening musical, something in the style of Shepard Farey’s Obama “Hope” Poster. Something to punctuate the NXT’s point about one of Boston’s great municipal official….

He’s a FUCKING half man half horse!

Look at him! A goddamn centaur complete with horse legs, horse tail, long face and EVERYTHING! I had a blast making this thing. It’s at least 3ft long and rolled up like a scroll so that it dramatically unravels in front of the audience. And I was paid! A rarity in my life as an Artist.

Now that the word is out that Vic can do art stuff….I hoped that it encouraged any of the improvers and sketch writers to milk my talent for all it’s worth. I love comedy and art. Any help to kill two birds with one stone is much appreciated.

And then NXT and training center director, Jeremy Brothers thought of me when writing his sketch comedy for last night’s “…And Other Uncomfortable Holiday Moment” Sketch Show. I was already excited but became even more motivated when I read the script. It was hilarious stuff. He asked for 8 to 10 sketches in different art styles and as much as I wanted to do that many, my long extraneous battle with time management kept getting in the way. So I was only able to come up with four.

Basically, Jeremy’s character’s wife, Hope, wants him and his friends to gangbang her. She instructed him to make diagrams on how she would want them to “do” her. Diagrams done in different art styles.

Warning: The following drawings are very explicit. I warn you…even though by the time you read this, you have probably seen the pictures below anyways…I have no idea why I’m even warning you.

orgy done in oil pastels
So this little gem was inspired by two girls kissing…I turned one of the girls into a boy and added two other guys. Done in Oil pastels on paper.

This is a bit more disturbing than the others. Thanks to Google for never failing to show me porn in their images (even when I’m not looking for it). Now, looking at porn for other reasons than “I’m bored, curious and alone”— is weird. Showing what I came up with to my girlfriend and expecting her to be proud—is weird. Hearing the audience respond to such graphic sexual act–priceless. Done in acrylics on board.

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Compared to the other two, this one is pretty tame. I came up with this thinking about art styles and my immature high school kid in me poked at the idea of doing a Jackson Pollock style white drip painting on top of a scantily clad chick. After I finished it, I accidentally Lewinsky’d my black dress pants…with the paint I mean…not with, you know…. nevermind. Done in colored pencils and white acrylic on board.

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Ah, Pablo Picasso’s “Guernica.” A painting inspired by the horrible tragedy that beset upon the Basque town of Guernica. Where widespread destruction of innocent lives dropped from the sky like some wrathful uncaring god. Yeah, my tampering of this painting probably sealed my fate to hell. I couldn’t help it. Is April 26, 1937 still considered “too soon”? Anyways, it was my favorite and I believe it was Jeremy’s as well….actually I heard the most laughs with this painting and it was the one they used to close the Sketch.
“What does the horse represent?”
“Um…the horse represents….a horse.”

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Jeremy explaining to his friend’s which one of them is in the painting.

So that’s that. I’ll be doing House Teams every Tuesday for the next 5 weeks so go check it out…do we suck at comedy or not? You’ll never know unless you show up at least once. I sometimes wonder if I’m funnier now than when I started working at the Improv Asylum… well, considering I was going through a break up at the time, I was financially shattered, and jobless for that summer……yeah…no, definitely funnier now.

-Vic
12/18/2009

Tags: asylum, centaur, comedy art, guernica, improv, menino, monet, picasso, porn
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If I were in Prison…all I’d ever need is a sketchbook…and uh..food and water.

July 22nd, 2009

When I was a child, all I ever wanted to be was to become an artist. Well, that and the occasional fantasies of being a Ninja Turtle, but realistically, I wanted to become an artist. When everything else in my life goes to shit, I can always rely on making art to distract me temporarily until shit calms down. WELL… now I’m shit deep in student loans and shit ain’t calming down! You bet your ass I’ve been busy making art.

First off, I was involved in this:

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Here’s the weekly dig using my sculpture to promote the event. They didn’t mention my name, but they did mention the opening reception date…too bad it’s WRONG!

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Here’s ArtSake blogging about Glovebox. They used a picture I gave Liz and Jodie concerning the progress of my work.

(click image to follow link) Here’s Glovebox doing a blog about my participation with Junko Revival. They sent me some questions and I answered them.

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Here’s “Wicked Local” covering the event with a picture of my sculpture complete with title, medium, and gasp! Artist name. Recognition at last.

Go check it out…the art will be up till August 8 so you have time to check them out.
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Here’s the thing…
I never leave my apartment without my man-purse or “murse,” because it carries essential tools for my daily adventures; a camera, an Ipod, pens and pencils of different sizes and colors, but most importantly, it carries my sketchbook, which acts like a diary or a journal to me. I once lost a murse carrying one of my sketchbooks once and I’ve never forgiven myself for doing so…Actually, that’s a lie, at the time I didn’t feel bad because when I searched the bar I last saw it—I instead got a phone number and a date with a fairly attractive girl who worked there. When she ended up being frighteningly weird and kinda psychotic after our first date, THEN I started feeling bad about losing my murse and sketchbook.

Back to the topic! Anyways, when I want to make some art that isn’t elaborately big or time consuming….I look to my murse and attack my sketchbook. I will now show you selected pages from it:

(pencil on paper)

I didn’t want to put this one up but I feel I should show you an example of what happens when you stop drawing for a while. You get rusty and annoyed at yourself. This thing took me hours to finish. Lying on the grass in Cambridge, staring up at this statue of John Bridge, and being eaten alive by bugs while I disappoint myself with every line drawn. I stopped caring if the shadows and proportions made any sense, as I just wanted to finish the damn thing before the bugs finished me off. One climbed inside my ear and I’ve had enough.

(ink on paper)

I love comedic violence and this was from a film Carlos and me were involved in. I’m quite fond of characters who—after being severely beaten, taken multiple lacerations, gun shot wounds, stab wounds, lose massive amount of blood and other ridiculousness—they just absolutely refuse to die. They’re like the terminator except they feel pain and it’s hilarious. Anyways, that’s me being stubborn and giving the salute while Carlos beats me with a two by four.

(markers on paper)

“What? Why?” that was the reaction I got from Sarah when I told her I wanted to draw her. I mean she understands how natural it is for me to ask people if I could draw them just like I understand how natural it is for her to think it’s creepy. Phew…good thing I’m already going out with her. Anyways, her reaction after I finished this was “You made me look cool.” To which I will simply and cockily reply…. “psshh—I know.”

Ok…. so the next following crop of art are Improv Asylum oriented. It’s almost a year since I had the awkward job interview at this place and it’s almost a year since I pretended to like beer in order to fit in working here. Anyways, the point is I’m quite fond of this place.

(markers on paper)

Here’s what an actor looks like waiting for his queue to enter a scene.

(markers on paper)

This is Evan X…. Opera singer, Republican, Box Office Wizard, and all around nice guy.

(colored pencils on black artagain paper)

This is Doug, one of many funny improv comedians on the Mainstage.

(markers on paper)

This is here is Bryce. Bryce is part of the NXT cast and his humor is gold.

(ink and markers on paper)

This charming fella’s name is Danny. Danny invited me to his Halloween Party last year. It was a costume party he says…. so I went as Dr. Zoidberg and everyone else went as themselves. Thanks Danny.

I wanted to show the poster I made for the current NXT revue called “LOST IN BOSTON or Something Wicked Pissah This Way Comes” But that’ll probably be considered a sketch spoiler. SO if you’re in the Boston Area…go to the Improv Asylum on Wendesday or Sunday for the 8PM show. My poster’s hilarity relies on their execution of the sketch and they do execute excellently…. go see it.
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The last batch of artworks on here, are posters I made for Harvard plays and Operas.

(Acrylic on panel)

This right here is the poster for the Lowell House Opera’s annual Spring Scenes concert. I’m not too fond of this poster, and I don’t think they were too happy about it also—seeing that I didn’t get any feedback from them or a copy of the poster like they usually do. Sigh…it’s just not the same without Sarah Eggleston (a friend and former LHO producer).

(Acrylic on Board)

This lovely little thing is a poster for the Gilbert and Sullivan’s production of “The Gondoliers.” The producer asked me for sex appeal…and I gave him three fleshy drawings and we settled on this one. I was told that this was pretty racy for Gilbert and Sullivan…but hey, sex sells.

(Acrylic and Digital on Board)

This last one is the first time I used digital media on a poster. Why? Because I was running out of time…and photoshop just did a better job at reflecting the mountains on the water. Anyways, the producer gave me a very abstract description on what she wanted on the poster so I just painted the objects I understood from her description and apparently I hit the target.

And that’s it for now. I really wanted to make more art to show on here but shit will never calm down this way, as I actually have to confront my student loans dilemma. Being an Artist is hard… I wonder if it’s not too late to pursue a career as a ninja turtle.

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The longest February…

February 27th, 2009

This month is supposed to be the shortest month compared to the other ones. But it’s crawling and certainly taking its time. Anyways! Some Art News!

I’m involved in this (click image for more info):

SPIN: a glovebox art show
Showing: March 1st-March 29th
Rescue Apparel & Accessories
252 Brighton Avenue, Allston
Opening Reception: March 1st, 6-9pm

The theme was Cassettes and Records…So I decided to nail some cassette tape I found at the goodwill store to a foam board. I wanted to destroy it, basically. As wonderful as cassette tapes were to me back in the day– they are obsolete in today’s world of MP3s. It also shed some light on my mood at the time of its making. A sudden realization that what was once great back then, needs to be discarded for something much greater. I decided to make the background look like the surface of concrete, like a tombstone. Anyways, here it is:

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The LHO Otello Poster is finally finished! It’s hanging around several spots in the Harvard Yard area. I got myself a copy and decided to steal another one for a friend when I realized, everyone has been stealing it. Weird. While working at the Harvard Box Office, a man bought tickets to this event and asked if there were any extra Otello posters that I could give him. It felt good to have your work wanted…still…I had to tell him “No”. Anyways, below is the process of how this poster was finished:

first the preliminary drawing….guess who modelled?
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Then I added the base color…or something…
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Then the finish…
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When it was scanned and printed by the producers of the show…it looked over-contrasted and it lost it’s bluish sky….still, the badass-look remains.

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Now…let’s open up the sketch book and scan some sketches shall we?

I finally watched “Requiem for a Dream” and although the film’s execution was brilliant… the plot made me depressed…and it stuck with me for many weeks… I decided to draw Marlon Wayans at his least funniest….

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Here I tried sketching my day… I was sick as hell but decided to go to work anyways. I wasn’t able to finish it…but the last scene was just going to be me sleeping.

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Ok…so this is Janice. Should I talk about Janice? No… I’ll just say she had a nice body, especially her back…so I decided to draw it.

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At one point, while thinking of something to draw…i decided to outline my hand…you know, like how you start when you draw stupid drawings of turkeys. Anyways, I made a task for myself of trying to make the hand pop out of it’s 2D world….

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Finally…this isn’t a drawing, but one night…while I was feeling like absolute shite…. I made myself some hot chocolate with marshmellows…..as I was about to take a sip from the mug I noticed the hot chocolate was smiling at me. It made me smile back…so I decided to take a picture.

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The End.

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So it’s 2009…

January 7th, 2009

And 2008 was a great year for my art I think… this year will be better. Several projects in the near future…
First of, upon googling my name, (a habit I occasionally do to remind myself that I still exist.) I found my name under the Lowell House Opera website . Now I have done my share of designs for the LHO so this should come as no surprise. That is until I found my name under “Poster designer” for an opera I haven’t done a poster for. Soon enough I realize that even the Opera itself is advertised without a game plan. You see, it’s missing a director, which is–as I’ve heard–a significant part of a stage opera. Nevertheless, as soon as I hear news from the producer, expect me to create the Poster for the LHO’s production of “Otello”.

Another project that should be finished this new year is the animation project me and Kenny Penguin started about seven months ago. I graduated Art School with a degree that looked down on animation, so having done roughs, backgrounds, sound recording, learning the tools of flash animation, and getting used to a wacom tablet… I’d say seven months has been progressive. But the project will be done soon and I expect you to expect it.

I have other side projects brewing in my artist head…like more paintings in the style I came to love when making that “Traffic” painting. I’m also thinking about getting into a wrestling match with the barbed wire again. The sculpture section of my website looks like a “get together” of works instead of a “Paaartay.” I’ve got some ideas brewing and it will only take a matter of time…and new work gloves… before I spew some of these ideas into 3D.

Now, I feel like spilling some sketches from the sketchbook. Click em’ to view larger.
I was drawing myself as a bald black man. This wasn’t a conscious effort, it just kinda ended up that way. (done with markers)

This Ninja forgot his black mask and ended up wearing his snow day winter wear for a dark night mission. (done with markers)

This girl’s name is Judy, whose image I found in some modeling website. I thought she had a very pretty face and I needed to draw it. More research about her (and it didn’t take long) indicated that she was actually a porn star. (done with pen and ink)

Here’s another looker I decided to draw. Obama will be president this year, the man is overflowing with hope and optimism… let’s pray they continue to flow in the next coming years. (done with pen and ink)

Ah, my overconfident smile. I can actually hear myself giggling in this picture. I made this to remind myself that there is a fine line between a smile that makes me look cute, and a smile that makes me look like the ambassador of stupid. Very easy to cross those lines. Also, notice the consequence of having a sketchbook larger than your scanner. I had to scan these twice and attach them together with photoshop. (done with markers)

Finally, it is my right as an artist to have an emo moment. I was heartbroken when I made this and when the idea popped up I thought it was clever enough to draw. I had meant to color it in but too many days went by and I no longer have the same emotional motivation, nor do I think it was as clever as I thought it was. (done with pen and ink)

that’s all…till next post!

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Tofusquirrel

October 12th, 2008

Several months pass and HOOPLA I’m updating this blog! I’m going to use this blog praising the works of a friend of mine named Tofusquirrel who had a show in Allston recently called, Paint Pens in Purses #2. Tofusquirrel did not disappoint with her creepily cute artworks. I say they are creepily cute because you will most likely laugh at how adorable her creatures are but know that if you ever see these things in real life, you’d feel uncomfortable of their existence.It’s a balance between “Awww” and “Ummmm?”. Luckily, she can balance it well.
I remember when I was in AIB, when renown Illustrator, Barron Storrey came to visit, he mentioned something about the levels of illustrators… I don’t remember everything word for word (I might also be wrong about this) but it went something like, Level one is becoming a decent Illustrator who can do projects when asked, Level two is developing a style and running with it, Level Three is having the world recognize your style as yours and yours alone, and that anyone who sees a style resembling yours will think of your name when looking at their work. I think Tofusquirrel is bordering somewhere between Level 2 and Level 3. If I had seen one of her illustrations on an advertisement, a poster, publication, or anything… I would recognize her style very quickly. I remember looking through a weekly dig article and found–even though small and cropped to a circle–the recognizable bug-eyed creatures, drawn with their chicklet or sharp teeth staring at me and I knew the article was pertaining to her. What I like most about her work is just how easy she makes it look, and then you recognize her great sense of composition and color pallet and suddenly, it doesn’t seem that easy anymore. Her drawings and characters are busy and alive and you can’t help but smile when you see them.

taken from boston phoenix website

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Driving Down Dark Territory.

August 8th, 2008

It’s 2:30 in the morning and I’m just getting home from working at the Asylum. Exhausted, tired, and sleepy made it an interesting drive home. As I was staring at the street lights and trees go by, I started thinking about the past–the small things of the past–those small special moments that no one else might find too “special”. Only I know they are special because there is no possible way those moments can ever be repeated with the same effect. It’s extremely unfair that you can only begin to cherish those small moments once they are lost. Then I started missing people and I wonder if I will meet anymore people worth missing in the future. As I get older, I grow callous to investing time and emotions to new friends and acquaintances and I feel that they think the same way about me. It’s the first time I’ve noticed that there is a strong possibility that I will reach a point in my life when I will be nothing but a skin-bag of bones, flesh, and memories–that I will be alone cherishing special moments of the past because I will no longer have the capability to create new ones. This is dark territory in my train of thoughts and I begin wondering why it’s always, ALWAYS, so damn easy to enter these dark territories than those optimistic brighter ones. Damn it.
Anyways, while having this… um… epiphany, I almost hit the car in front of me and I remember that I am still driving a moving vehicle.
I make it home safe and pin point all the troubles in my brain to Time. When you think about it, everything, EVERYTHING, is Time’s fault. We are born into time slavery and fate is our master.

Time after time after time after time after time and so on and so forth. I’m going to bed now.

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Our lives are another being’s entertainment thingie…

August 4th, 2008

The benefit of being a “time slave” is that the more you do your time, the clearer things get. Self-analyzation is 20/20 in hindsight. Let’s start when I spent my entire June and July preparing for my July 18th show, when I should’ve been looking for a summer job. For some reason, I’ve convinced myself that when the show is set up, everything will fall into place. Then the bills came, and the student loans followed, and then right behind that was the rent, and finally my bank statement telling me that I don’t have enough money to pay for any of those things. Adding to this stress– from out of nowhere, Jackie leaves me and I find myself being single again after four years. Despite all of this, I’ve managed to set up my first solo show at the Harvard Holyoke Arcade. Advertised at boston.com, thanks to the awesome Deena who helped me set up the event, I felt pretty proud of myself. The show itself was eventful except for the early fire drill that drove a good amount of my audience out of the show space (taking with them a lot of the food). But friends showed up and I was pretty happy with the end result. Pictures of this show can be seen when you click on the picture below

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After the show, reality kicked in and I’m scrambling around looking for jobs and ways to save money. I barely made through July and I’m wondering whether I’m going to make it through August. I did find a job though, and it isn’t the best pay but it definitely is the funniest job I’ve ever had since working for the now extinct Colony 4 Movie theaters. I am training to become the front house manager at the improv asylum. I’ve never been so exhausted at a job from laughing too much. Certainly laid back and I survived a “terrible” saturday according to most of the veterans over there. I got so comfortable with the place that I slept over that same “terrible” saturday night. I woke up the next morning on the couch near the…I guess lounge area.. and for a second, I forgot where I was.
The best thing about this job and I bet I’m going to need it, is that I can have all the red bulls I can drink! Liquid legal speed! But seriously, aside from the drunken bachlorettes grabbing my ass as I walked by the theater aisle (which, I’m thinking back now, I don’t really mind.) and the drunken douche bags of testosterone screaming obscenities at the actors, or the dishes, puke, and bottles that convinces me that America is an Alcoholic, all and all I have to say, this job rules.

Now what have I learned about myself after looking back at the events that happened this past two or three months? I guess… In Hindsight everything is interesting.

Before I go I might as well show you these…somehow, I managed to add these to my busy schedule
Random Thugs

The Umbrella

Ninjas Episode 1

Gun fight

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