latest sketch. boredom kills.
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Monday, November 22, 2010
i.design.my.shirt.who.designs.yours?

Remember the post-it sketch I made? Yes, that one. One blogger suggested or commented that it can be a good t-shirt print (I added the "good" here). And know what? I took it seriously. And I was goddamn serious about it. Really, so serious about it.
I have no tools for this kind of job. Job, the t-shirt printing thingy. Isa lang ata alam ko and that was I have my hands and they are more than willing to try this thing. Hehehe. And the result actually was not disappointing. Hmm...
Tadaaaa....
Comment? Hehehe...pasensya na sa mala-emo na print. wahehehe..can't help it.
Tadaaaa....
Comment? Hehehe...pasensya na sa mala-emo na print. wahehehe..can't help it.
Labels:
art,
Innately Insane,
t-shirt print
Sunday, June 13, 2010
this is what i call "the last supper and the rest".
The Last Supper. A subject of many paintings. The real 'Last Supper'.And the rest.

See how the world digressed from the real essence of the message imparted by the Last Supper.
Labels:
art,
Innately Insane,
last supper
Sunday, May 23, 2010
angels and (demons) devil.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Art Ba Toh? Isa lang masasabi ko, OO!
Men do think differently. Kaw ano iniisip mo? Hmm, aminin, tumatawa ka noh?
note: obvious naman kung saan ko napulot ang video na 'yan.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The Poodle Among the Cats
That's why right now I am deciding whether to empty my pocket for a ticket for this once-in-a-lifetime experience. I want to watch "CATS". I want to watch Lea Salonga perform. I want to watch it. aaaaawww.. I know this will be another expense but I know the experience will be eternal. I hope someone will free me a ticket. Wishful thinking. Anyway...
This (our presentation for Foundation Day) was last last year...and I still remember and love it. Yay!
Friday, May 23, 2008
A Tinge on my Basket
In the basket of fruits, I realized that we are like the baskets. The teachers are like baskets and the children are the fruits. We do not choose what kind of fruits God placed in our care. But we know that each fruit gives color and beauty to a simple-looking basket. So that when someone sees this basket he will utter, "Oh! what lovely and tasty fruits. A nice basket of fruits!" In return, we receive a recognition just because the fruits that we bear. I always learn new lessons from my children. There is always a new path for each journey. A tinge on my basket. A color of their own.
Whether we are new or an old basket, each fruit that we have will always leave a memory. A tinge on our basket.
Whether we are new or an old basket, each fruit that we have will always leave a memory. A tinge on our basket.
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