Cradle the Sun: The Amulet

On the precipice of transformation...

High Times

I found out that this is how I doodle when I'm under the influence. There's something very R Crumb-y about it. Anyhow, it was fun and funny to visit this world in my mind palace. Nothing like staring into a trippy abyss for a spell.

How Rams Flirt at the Supermarket...

Boyhood

Aw shucks...

Goblins need love too.

Super Aboriginal Street Fighter: Northwest Edition

Sun Kissed

In the Wind

Here is the latest image from Cradle the Moon. I'm not even sure if it features in the story itself, but it's very much in the spirit of the story.

I struggled with it quite a bit, partially because of which angle and composition to choose, the color scheme, and playing with new custom brushes.

Head Movies

I was inspired by listening to Henry Rollins on Pete Holmes' Let's Make it Weird podcast. He was painting a very compelling self portrait of dealing with grief, anger, social anxiety disorder, and PTSD. It made me think about how we as human beings, for better or for worse, play the movies in our head over and over again. Replaying our darkness or light, depending on how we're chemically equipped, I have an increasing amount of empathy over the years for those who struggle with this ratio.

Granny in the Sun

I decided to actually leave my abode yesterday to sit and watch the sunset while sketching and snacking. As I savored every bite and attempting to work on my story, I heard the scuffing of shoes to my left. As you will find in the Outer Sunset, Chinese grannies and grandpas will gather in a public spot to just enjoy each other's company or chill. In this case, this adorable woman was swinging her feet back and forth like a child at the edge of her seat. I don't know if I conveyed it properly, but it tickled me something fierce.

One of the things I do consciously and unconsciously in life is to look for the child in someone. For this little lady, her inner child shone clear as this beautiful sunlit day.

Happy New Year

It was the 10th anniversary of the Indian Ocean tsunami a few days ago and with the tragic news of Air Asia, I wanted to remember those we lost and also make a wish for the new year ahead...

Happy Holidays everyone!

Happy Holidays everyone! It's been a year filled with its share of joys and sorrows, but I wish you all much love and warmth...

Splendor in the Grass

This piece was inspired by watching Wong Kar Wai films again. Someone always seems to be romantically lying on somebody else and the lighting is always so splendid to say the very least.

When Eve Created Adam

The Fisher King

Another piece I did for Robin, inspired by my favorite film of his, "Fisher King".
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Everything not saved will be lost

It's one week later, and I'm still processing the passing of Robin Williams. The seemingly endless anecdotes extolling how giving and kind he was exemplifies the kind of person I strive to be in my daily life. My love of who he is and what he meant to me growing up has been rekindled.

I went to school with his first son Zachary, who is 7 years my junior. The memory that sticks out most in my mind was trailing behind them on my way up the stairs one morning. He was holding his young son's hand as they traversed each step. It's not so much the act as it was the feeling of tenderness in their wake that I felt. Perhaps that is why we mourn him as a collective, because on some elemental level, it seems so unfathomable that such a gentle, gifted spirit could meet such a violent, lonely ending. My greatest hope is that more meaningful dialogue about depression comes out of this tragedy, that we become more equipped to care for each other when we recognize each another's void.

The boy in this picture, who was initially evoked by my memory of Zachary, is actually another dear soul who passed away only a few days before Robin in an unfortunate accident. He's the 9 year old nephew of a friend of mine. He had seen my work and was inspired to send me this adorable text message that featured the above quote. Now it seems strangely profound. Robin also happened to love video games, so much so that he named his daughter Zelda. The fact that this young boy would want to reach out to me and connect over something creative made me so happy. Now that he's gone, I wonder where all that potential and vitality goes in the universe.

So in that spirit, I wanted Robin and this boy to meet, to continue their path in peace, stardust and all. May their co-op games reign eternal and be saved in the ultimate Cloud, where nothing is lost, only loved and played.
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Cut Short

I care not for dogma, sides, debates, articles that try to convince me or others of who started what, when and how.

What I do care deeply about is the fact that children can be killed on a daily basis in any conflict, that they must pay for others' blind rage and twisted sense of justice or revenge.

All I'm armed with is my imagination and my heart. Together, perhaps we can all plant seeds of kindness.

That time Monkey King & Zhang Fei visit the teahouse...

#monkeyking #zhangfei

Puck was always prone to arson, especially when it came to poor, unsuspecting Wolfgang...

The Sleeper has awakened (from her nap)

Dune fremen + Siamese cat = Meow'Dib
#dune #madewithmischief