Here are some illustrations I did for my school’s literary folio, Shades of Grey (not to be confused with the kinky novel lol). A lot of it is imagery and metaphor-heavy since these are accompanying illustrations for a poem/prose. We had to use specific color palettes depending on the theme (e.g. love, loss, death, etcetera). We were also asked to have a specific element pre-dominant in our illustrations — notice the all the lines!
I approximately had about two to three hours to work on each of them. A chunk more time went to conceptualizing. Either way, I had fun. :)
I wouldn’t go into detail on what they mean but take it as you may! I’ve also posted some preliminary sketches on two of these on another blog post, check it out here: (x).
This is a brief depiction of my current relationship with school (as represented by a flower because that’s what school is — seemingly beautiful but it takes a shit ton of attention to maintain). Anyway, I’ve still got a ton of stuff in my blog’s drafts folder. I’m hoping I get to post all of them before the month ends (or at least before Christmas, huhu).
Seeing as I do such a great job maintaining this blog (hint hint sarcasm), I have my doubts. I’m at the peak of my design majors this year and so much work is getting done. I’ve come to that point where showing what I’m working on is becoming disinteresting and I just want to do more work! Weird, I know.
Also, segue, notice the little doodles on my blog? I doodle a lot in my Powerpoint presentations for school. I don’t know, I think it makes things funnier. Plus, it only takes like three minutes so, why the hellz not! Might as well up the game for blogging, no?
So hear ye, oh great Tumblrverse (I’m sorry is that lingo still in, I am a grandma)! I promise to not let my online portfolio rot — starting with this:
Here are some sketches/thumbnails of the conceptual illustrations I did for my school’s annual literary folio (last year, I did about four illustrations for the same thing too). We had to interpret a bunch of prose and poetry pieces. It’s challenging because a lot of it is concept-heavy (notice the little notes at the bottom) but that aspect of it is what makes it fun!
I’d be posting the final illustrations today and hopefully, I’d be posting stuff in the entire span of the month — unless the flower demands so much of my attention. This blog will not be abandoned! *fist pump*
p.s. There’s been a h u g e storm in my country over the weekend, sending out my concern and well-wishes to everyone! :-(
Here’s the last part of my design bible for animation class.These are the initial storyboards and the actual one. This animation would be less than a minute so it’s not a lot of pages. Highly feasible when you only have one semester to work on it (c r a z y). We have to work on 150+ drawings for our finals. Yipes.
I also made a 3D model of the guy character but have yet to texture it (I might not even at all) because well… 3D is a mildly exciting thing for me, haha! Although you can check out the basic model with this thing I posted on instagram: (x).
I also might upload a .pdf version in the future! :)
I’ve been feeling nineteen for quite a long time now.
For the past couple of months, I’ve kept introducing myself as a nineteen-year-old. A few seconds later, I catch my mistake and have to remind myself that despite feeling a year wiser, I am, in fact, still eighteen. Last October 19, my actual age and the I-think-I’m-nineteen feelings finally matched up. For once (and by once I mean, this rarely rarely happens), I was ready before I even got there. *snaps in a z-position*
It felt a lot like an early morning trip (like offensively early, the time where getting a scowl is likelier than a ‘good morning’) and instead of panicking or doing last-minute packing or dousing yourself in caffeine, you’re ready. You’re ready. You’ve eaten breakfast, taken a bath, packed your things (and for once, did not forget to pack toothpaste!!!), and what-the-hey, despite the early call time, you do not look like the bride of Frankenstein. You’re smiling and waiting for the bus to take you places. It feels like everything’s in place. Nothing can faze you.
My seven-year-old self would have scoffed at the idea. As far as she’s concerned? Growing up is icky.
Want in on a secret? When I was 7, I had this irrational fear of growing old.
Nope. Not the cutesy kind of fear. By fear, I mean full blown-out anxiety.
It started out with my mom saying good night, like any other night. My eyes drifted to this blue file holder sitting atop my room’s study table. Right then, what I imagine my future would be, flashed before me. I imagined an office – with the same blue file holder and somehow, it made me feel miserable.
The thought sat with me for a week. I remember waking up depressed thinking how in the future, I’d be boring and miserable and my parents wouldn’t be around to see me through. A few days later, my cheeks flushed and tear-stained, I was confessing my fears to my mom (this is all true, I have one witness). I slept in my parents’ bedroom for three or four months after that. I. Was. Seven.
12 years later, here I am writing about the ridiculousness of it all. I never brought it up with my mom again because: a) I was seven and thinking about it now, I wonder if that’s even normal huhu; b) awkward; and c) It was, in it’s very essence, RI-DI-CO-LOUS.
I guess that’s how it always is. You’re at a certain age and everything feels horrible and overwhelming and real. Then you grow older and then all of a sudden, it’s all laughable.
I find hope in this thought. When the universe is throwing me boulders and huge stop signs, I remember the time when I was seven and everything seemed daunting and intimidating and scary. To today, when I’m 19 and I’m finally finding my way out through the haze of self-doubt.
That’s the great thing about being human (although I do think being a giraffe is as interesting). Everything is temporary and soon enough, what we worry about now (no matter how much you’re positive that the world will soon cave in) would be the subject of jokes when we’re, I don’t know, thirty. You just gotsa hang in there! These days, my “I can do this” are slowly becoming more and more present in my vocabulary. It surprises me.
So, year 19, I’m ready. I’ve packed my toothpaste and I’m ready. I’ve been waiting in the bus stop for too long. Take me places. :)
p.s. Yep. Still werqin on the humor.
These are some page dividers and a CD cover I made for my animation class’ style bible. This is what I was talking about in my previous post on using grunge textures for the backgrounds. This time, we were allowed to illustrate digitally.