Monday, May 4, 2015

Art, Art, Art, Art...

 Lead singer Mike Hranica from The Devil Wears Prada. (Graphite, prismacolor pencils and a white ink pen)

A man's best friend: Chewbacca (Graphite and white ink pen)

 Dinner is served for the parasites of this planet: humanity. (Prismacolor pencils)

Catherine Howard  (Prismacolor pencils and markette)

When I'm beheaded at least I was wedded
And when I am buried at least I was married
I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior

But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I'm lucky to share his bed
Especially since I'll soon be dead - Marry Me

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Some Finished Projects



Chris Cornell

Friday, April 17, 2015

Steven Caricature

A silly caricature I did of Steven. :) Getting back into caricatures has been less difficult than I thought it would be. Aiming to explore more into "beast" mode for my next ones.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Chino Moreno

A quick charcoal sketch of Chino Moreno.

Christian Zucconi

My sketch of Christian Zucconi, lead singer from the band Grouplove. Absolutely love this band, especially their song "Colours", and love him as a performer/singer. He's not bad to look at, either. ;)

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Caricature of Carlitos Terez

Reference Photo: Here

Monday, April 6, 2015

Caricature of Gisele Bundchen

Hello, Caricatures... we meet again. ;) Brushing up on my caricatures and did one of Gisele Bundchen. I sent it off to a facebook group I'm in that was using her as the subject.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Charcoals Galore

Inspired by A Perfect Circle's - The Noose

"And I'm more than just a little curious how you're planning to go about making your amends to the dead, with your halo slipping down to choke you now"

Portrait of Chloe Grace Moretz from her movie "Carrie" unfinished.

Quick 15 minute sketch of one of my best friends, Shane, in his "Bahstin" winter wonderland.

Another quick 15 minute sketch of my cousin, Heather, squinting as the snow falls in lovely Vermont.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Good, Bad, Neutral (Throwback Poetry)

Throwback poetry - A best friend of mine and I used to have what we called "Poetry Wars" in high school, where we'd write on various topics in a poetic manner, and often debate back and forth to speak and challenge our minds with our different opinions. This topic was inspired by my infliction with teenage love - falling for another whilst still in a relationship, and the guilt that came with it. Oh, fun times. This was written in December of 2002.

Good, Bad, Neutral

We exist in a society
where beauty is hidden beneath a layer of compassion,
and love.

Our characteristics shift gears
depending on how we feel.
Why must there be sadness in our existence?
Why must one mortal inflict hurt to another
and not sense any guilt to the pain they have drained on them?
The contagious pain
which swallows them whole
and suffocates their true selves to the world
packed with lies and questions.
A shadow which masks its presence
breathes in many identities to its core
that holds together the true mind.
The true answers which could for eternity
be tied down in a cave of darkness
followed by burning to ashes
so no soul could achieve them.

Trust is a delicate,
yet strong task which can disintegrate
once the thought of manipulation
and lie
comes to mind.
We live under the assumption that once one soul has lied to another,
they become the enemy.
So what comes between ourselves
once a lie flushes out of our own mouths?
Errors are bound to happen.

To block ourselves to the world
due to lies
leads to loneliness,

which leads to isolation.

When the picture falls from the wall,
we pick it up
and put it back again
for its soul purpose is to be shown to people.
Our purpose is to venture through a dream of ups and downs,
challenges that can corrupt our intelligent minds
to thinking we've made a wrong turn
when really,
we took the turn we were always supposed to take.

Sometimes, the shadow hidden inside the wall
which absorbs any sounds that comes through it,
is the intelligent mysterious character
in which intrigues others to wind in their direction.
To want to transform someone
is the same as putting nails on a chalkboard.
Our personalities are like rivers.
Flowing into the random direction
which leads them to numerous dissimilar paths.
When one fixates on many,
and is attached to only one other,
they then begin to try to untangle themselves from being trapped
with only one other
so they can breathe the fresh air of the many.
That one's mind also transforms their curiosity
to being free into wanting to stay attached
to the one they are with.

But alas, such is life.

Such is for the one time we find happiness with one,
yet wanting of another.
So why the sudden changes in feelings?
The good can change to bad, and the bad can change to ugly.
The ugly stays the same until the bad is defeated by the good.
That which returns the ugly into good.
When there is two sides, the Good and the Bad,
there is also an in between.
No, we're not calling it Switzerland,
but we are calling it the neutral.
The neutral,
not being good,
can be corrupted with other souls and turn into the bad.
Why the fuck
must the neutral find such corruption
when there is already a soul that is willing to depart from their genre on a holiday,
so they can be with the neutral on their birthday?

Such an odd mind one can have
when troubled times
tries to defeat
with their train of thought.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014


A self reflection I wrote tonight for 2014, and life in general. Until next year, cheers.

What once was light with covered wings
A developing reflection, a turning leaf
The warm caress of sweet remembrance 
Love is constant, an infinite presence

Amidst my eyes, all is dear and held for keeps 
These sacred lessons through obstacles, filled with constant leaps
An immense treasure that life engages
Forever walking, and turning my pages

The beauty of solitude, built with silence, deliver their teachings
Close my eyes; fear not these paths that I'm reaching
Change be welcomed, thriving evermore by the second
Life is succulent, chilling and vibrant I thoroughly reckon

Monday, December 22, 2014

Tonight You Belong To Me Vocal Cover

My vocal cover of Tonight You Belong To Me. It's very shaky, and I have a lot of work to do singing-wise, but I've loved this song for years. It was fun to sing. :) Ukulele played beautifully by YouTuber: WorkingOutTheFingers

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Meet You at the Moonbeams

This digital painting I created has been an idea in my head for the last two months. It's inspired by the song "Rosemary" by Deftones. The music and the lyrics, as cheesy as it may sound, are incredibly special to me. It SCREAMS my mom. :) It jolts me to a point in time where it is non-existent. In another realm entirely where I meet with my mom in my dreams. Her memory, her love and her energy is felt between this space where we are able to connect again. I'm not sure if I'm finished with this piece. It's been a slow progress, and I may add more or I may not. It's been four months to the day since my mom has passed, yet, she remains very alive in my heart. 

"Time shifting
As we collide with the energy
In other worlds

Stay with me
As we cross the empty skies
Come sail with me
We play in dreams
As we cross the space and time
Just stay with me"

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Barrell Painting

This morning, my friend Dan asked me if I wanted to accompany him to meet a well-known instagram artist named N.C. Winters. He had posted on instagram that he was doing a live-painting in front of Rhino Art Shop here in Encinitas. Very cool. We go to check it out, met N.C. himself and talked to him for a few minutes, then let him focus back on his painting. We were in awe with his work.

 Alongside N.C. were about 10-15 other artists working on their own barrels, along with a DJ playing inspiring tunes while they worked.

Afterwords, Dan and I grabbed coffee/tea, and Dan spoke with the person in charge of the Barrel painting event. Apparently they hold it once a year, and once the art is finished, they display them in front of the art shop for the year. Dan asked if he could be a part of it for next time, and the guy explained "Well? There's still a few hours left, and a couple barrels available if you want to do one now!" I convinced Dan to do it, and Dan convinced me to collaborate with him. So, we rushed home, changed into "whatever-don't-give-a-shet" clothes, grabbed our art supplies (spray paints, paint markers, etc) and rushed back to the shop. The man in charge showed us a barrel we could use, and we immediately started putting whatever on it. We had no plan. The event had started around 10-11am, was scheduled to end at 5, and it was already 3 when Dan and I began our bin! I was very intimidated, due to not being that great at spitting out artwork like no other. Dan, on the other hand, is fantastic at it. Either way, we were both nervous at first, especially with only having two hours to fill this thing. It was fun and exciting, none-the-less! And so, it begins:

This was a great spontaneous experience, and hope to do it again. It was fun meeting other local artists as well. Before we left, this was what N.C. had updated with:

Good times!
Tuesday, September 2, 2014


And another "Talented Tuesday" is upon us - it was already a total success. For this week, I was inspired to draw an album cover from a new favorite band I found on Spotify called "In Hearts Wake". Their music has helped me immensely through the tough changes between my mother's passing, and other personal events. One of their songs "Wildflower" hits close to home and makes me think of my beautiful mom. My best friend.

I know you fly free, and you haven't left me. You're always with me. Relieving all the pain, you shed away your shell but not in vain. Love is the only answer, with joy and laughter, forever after. I miss you wildflower.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014


Today is a very trying day. Today marks one month since my mother passed away. It's hard to get used to this new "norm", but I still hold on to her strength and courage that she so bravely possessed all these years.

I'm very spiritual. My mom was, too. Our family has a thing about feathers and hummingbirds. Before my mom passed away, she told us that hummingbirds would be one of her signs. The morning after she passed, my aunt, sis and I were sitting on our backyard patio set drinking tea/coffee. A hummingbird swooped around us and perched on a tree right next to us. It sat there for one-two minutes, staring at us. It was a very emotional and captivating experience. Truly beautiful.

Today, I woke up very depressed. My mom had been heavy on my mind for the past few days. I went to go eat at Jorge's, a mexican food restaurant. As I was walking on the sidewalk (and being oblivious to everything) I all of a sudden look down. My eyes immediately saw a big, bright and beautiful white feather. It has to be half a foot long, and was all by its little lonesome, smack dab in the middle of the sidewalk in front of Jorge's. I smiled big, got chills, and thought of my mom. I never find white feathers like this. I felt so lucky.

Thanks to my wonderful cousins, Heather and her wife Nataly, I have joined them in Talented Tuesdays where we devote to part of our day to becoming creative. I did a quick sketch. I need to dedicate more time in the art world because for a couple years now, I've been dry out of ideas or any motivation to create anything. Here is what I have chosen to do:

"I want to thank you for every second of your life."

I love you, mom. I miss you. You're always in my heart.

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I find everyone has their own artistic ability; whether it be general art, music, being a doctor, teaching, singing, an architect, car fanatic, chef, whatever have you. Everything you see is art.


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