This project has been sitting around longer than a biblical man's beard. I decided I was fed up with letting it sit on the shelf. Thanks to @vion4444 who just fell in love with one of the characters, I decided to bring it back to life and make it breathe.Read More
Welcome to the first page layout of Ghosts. It was the first page I created, but not the first version.Read More
After reading Angel & Demons by Dan Brown (YES, I read books), I came up with this brilliant idea to create the logo for Ghosts as an ambigram.Read More
Even though I inked the cover traditionally, I didn't want to do the coloring the same way.Read More
I don't always get these requests, but they are fun when I do. Before I used to attempt to get the likeness of people and although some people love it, I always felt like the cartoony style served better. So, I was tasked to create the following. Let me know what you guys think down in the comments.
When I first started blogging, my main concern was "Will I have enough to post?" Since I started this, and with the introduction of videos on Youtube, I have been short of ideas on what to talk about here and what to write about. I am open to suggestions as to what you guys would like to see more of. In the meantime, I will try to post work-in-progress and small projects here and there. My ultimate goal is to share my creative challenges and achievements with you.
Until next time, thanks for reading.
It's only recently that I've had to put together some quick sketches of characters before I start working on books. The last time I had to do it, I was working on Fleischer and The Group. It's funny how sometimes I forget the tiniest of details when I'm all excited about getting started on a project. As a rule of thumbs, I have to remember to hash out some character turnaround sketches in my style before starting any book and use those as a reference. I'm grateful to have been given the opportunity of working on this book. If you want to check out The Fleischer comic, click here.
Until next time, thanks for reading.
For more than a year now I have been trying to create a challenge for myself to draw at least one thing every single day. It's a challenge for me because I have a day job that keeps me busy and so, I don't always have a lot of time to get in a drawing or two.
When I started this venture, my intention was to establish a habit of drawing and improve my technique. It was by no means intended to interfere with any current client projects nor my own webcomic, but instead, help me manage my drawing time and hone my skill. I've noticed a great improvement in my speed and technique and now if I don't draw something on any given day, I feel as if something is missing.
I decided to use the #drawsomethingeveryday hashtag on Instagram to keep track. If you are an artist trying to hone your skills, get into the habit of drawing every day, I welcome you to join me and the other artists already on there, in populating this hashtag with your daily drawings. Let's inspire others who need inspirations are scared to start. Click the button below to see what's there right now.
My mom was always supportive of me drawing. She would always keep me supplied with plenty of pencils. I never really had a hard time requesting paper either. But, we were not rich, and the supply was limited. I remember using a pencil up until it was so small it I could no longer grip it between my writing fingers. It's amazing how when you have little, you make the best of it. And when you are abundant with things, you tend to take some for granted.
The Doctor Is Out
When I was a kid I also dreamed of being a doctor, but that dream was squashed like an intrusive cockroach. I was hospitalized when I was younger and the needle prodding and poking turned me away from wanting to pursue medicine. Mom always supported me nonetheless.
I was about eight years old when she bought me a doctor's toy kit. It was this blue case that held inside all the things that doctors used, except for needles. I don't think there were any in there, or at least I blocked it out of my mind. I tend to do that with things I strongly dislike. Science and biology, on the other hand, I loved. In class, I would always read ahead in the text books because I didn't have the patience of waiting on the teacher's assignment schedules. It was always just so much fun to learn new things. I sometimes laugh at myself because even now as an adult I still have the same curiosity.
If I could give anyone anything it would be the gift of curiosity. If they don't have it that is. It is one of the things that keeps me sane and in turn, happy. The ability to stay curious allows me to see things differently. That doesn't only come from being an artist but it from being open to new ideas, new suggestions, new ways of doing things. When we open our minds and exert the curiosity that children possess, we evolve; we learn, and in doing so we move miles away from the person we used to be.
I am sure I was affected a lot more than my sister for two reasons:
1. She doesn't even remember it, and...
2. I could not eat because the pain in my chest was bigger than me.
I missed my mom and I did not like these new people in my life. I hated everything about my new environment now matter how much these people tried to paint it with rainbows and unicorns, so-to-speak. I wanted my mom. I wanted to go home.
I must've done this for some time or perhaps these ladies just grew impatient because it wasn't too long before I felt the sting of belts on my skin. Emotional pain can be debilitating and can outlast far longer than physical pain, but a belt touching your skin at 10mph can have very immediate effects. I'm assuming this was what the ladies were aiming for...
I learned the value of missing someone at a very young age. It wasn't that long before my 6th birthday that our father had left. I vaguely remembered his face and his voice but I did remember that there was a male figure there at some point. How in the heck would I remember the word "papi"? That's what I called him. Yet, I was seven by this time and I was about to be abandoned by the one person I had left to look up to. As a kid, you don't truly understand a sacrifice like this, but as an adult and in retrospect, I'm grateful. But this is about me back then and THEN, I felt that gnawing burn as if your chest is about to cave in and crush your lungs while they burst into flames. The feeling when you could only gasp for air as if you were drowning and what you are reaching for is your last gulps of air. I just described to you what heartbreak felt in the years to come. But back to the story.
Meeting someone whom you're told will replace your mom is like being forced to drink castor oil. It just left a foul taste in my mouth. But what can a 7-year-old do but to swallow it and accept that for how ever long, these three ladies will replace my best friend. "Will I ever see my mom again?" is one of the things that I remember clearly asking myself. That was the question I repeated in my head for weeks after we were dropped off.
To be continued...