restore

nature has its way of organizing itself

i am afraid that i am

popping yet another bubble.
sometimes its nice to be inside the bubble.

especially when its pink and smells like bubble gum.

timing is everything

A: u know i had a thought today about timing. how some ppl cant c something is special when its in front of them and they miss the boat often times regretting for missing the boat.
Then, there's others that realize how special something is and gets on the boat. it's just a matter of time and awareness

S:Yeah, i agree. But there's a reason why you miss the boat. you weren't ready. people never miss the boat when they are ready.
Timing is everything. maybe that's why there's a thing called fate.....

weee

a day

long string of thread dancing to the side

couple trapped in thoughts

a woman looking for seat

a guy scratching his scars

heated arguement in unknown language

R train in stillness

just a moment in my 12,239th day.

have i last

Have i last
And just
Be by your side?

Pinky lock
let it go

Back fly free
Off to your heart
Q

yes dear

christ!

how many can i do

you know...

she was about 70 years old. with shaved head with fluorescent yellow island of hair on top of her head.
she was so flexible and strong.
she was doing all the poses i couldn't even hold for few minutes.
she inspired me....
there is no limitation.
amen to that.

may day

every moment is connected to another.
every thought, every emotions, even to my very breathe can not

exist without the one before and one after.

i am connected to that very source of infinity.

may day may day,

do not be afraid.

there is no end and no beginning.

no hello and no goodbye.

i to i to back to i

i feel....

slightly sad today.

maybe it's the weather,

maybe it's the parking ticket i got,

maybe there's just too many goodbyes in my life, or

maybe, it's just another sign that tomorrow will be a better day.

tuesday night drawing

you came and then you left

knock knock
A call at my nose.
Something really stinks!
Sniff. Sniff....
Is it.. me?
Is it.. air or maybe its on my shoe.
Nooooooooo,
I still smell it.

Why is it following me?
Is it fading?
Or is it not....hiding.

why don't you show me your face.
alright you....
O dear my sweet stinky you,
Don't forget to say good bye
when you decide to leave.

back to drawing studio

model

this had to be one of the funniest picture of me.
i have been told i look like a cartoon character.
and after this picture,
i believe it.

i crack myself.
i could probably use a good hand model too.
anyone?

San Fran....i love you!

seeing a long distant friend with his perfect pair,
drawing in the fog early in the morning,
practicing yoga, meditating,
exploring the city with my dearest friend A,
surprise on bus across town,
sipping on beer, wine, and smoking cigarettes without a guilt.
yeah, i loved san fran.

and more watercolor

i am getting back into it. watercolor is so much fun.