A content Nyonya cat. I’ll be doing a series of these soon now that Paper allows me to inject in more detail with it’s zoom feature.
I really love drawing, it’s what I’ve done the longest compared to anything else on paper. Here’s one of a common Malaysian phenomenon: Fighting off sleep as you wait for afternoon prayers in the school prayer room. Quick and easy sketch.
‘Japanese Cats Gossip’, Acrylic on canvas. It was a painful process, and strictly naive since I had no idea what to do with canvas (and actually had to tape it down halfway while painting, since I didn’t know these things curled as you color!). The outlines has to be short and thick too with pitfalls along the way. But at the same time the process absorbed me so much. It made me think a great deal, and sometimes not at all. I’ve fallen in love with painting, I consider myself lucky to fall in love again ( after my husband). I used to worry that I have no teachers, no formal training. But I read somewhere that people struggle to find their ‘innocence’ or identity after art school, maybe this naïveté should be something I’m proud of. It doesn’t matter. It is peaceful, all of it. Even the imperfections.
I call this, ‘When Boris Listens To Jazz’
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Practice sketch of a Nyonya cat on a ciggy break. My late grandmother was always seen in a Kebaya, and I’ve always thought these ladies exuded such invincible and self-assured femininity in them. My sketchbook now has many Nyonya cats, hoping to complete a colored one soon. Due to the intricacy of their motifs it’s quite a challenge on stylus :p
Experimenting with Procreate. Not as intuitive as Paper and their pens are pretty temperamental. But that’s coming from a seasoned Paper user…. I wish Paper had their dimensions and ability to zoom for detail, tho.
Been reading color guides and just felt inspired to do something zany with the new color mixer app. I quite like it.
Another one. Paper is just the best application I’ve ever purchased.
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Another Monday. I sometimes wonder if animals ask themselves why humans insist on reducing everything into a limited source, even time itself.