in the name of the moon

i was tired. when my brain is too tired to even try... i revert to old faithful.
it's what I do best kiddos. :)
after all, I did find my beginnings in drawing Sailor Moon cartoons.
good night!


[3 second sketches, women women women, faces faces faces, flowing hair flowing hair flowing hairrrr everywhereeee]

i LOVE lanky figures, don't you?

Walt Disney's 101 Dalmatians

the first 20min are genius and I love the drawing style. (why is it that the beginnings of movies are always the best. or does that say something about my personality? more thought to be given to this...)
reminds me of the sketches accompanying an old St Trinian's novel I found in the used book rack. (RONALD SEARLE HOW I WORSHIP THEEEEEE)




Cruella De Vil's character is pure genius.

whatever happened to fashion design?

i'll think about that later...

and I should do something with this:



also some apprehensions about my portfolio: this whole time I have been so focused on acquiring skills in as many mediums and domains as possible. what if this ruins me? what if my portfolio comes off as scattered, lacking in direction? how can I remedy this? i need to think a little, because it is quite late in the game to start new projects that seem more in tune with eachother. i need to find a way to make what I have currently coherent. comments?

i promise myself to have bought the final notebook/folder/support materials that will house my portfolio.

note to self: learn flash.

parsimony encourages environmental awareness.

there is too much for me to drink!
note to self: model home with unconventional materials.

Mind and/or Soul

I try to ignore, to forget. It's not that easy. When affection overruns reason, the sufferer is feeling and the loser logic. Begotten: Apathy.

Fish always look surprised.

paddling the infinite blue


[a DSLR experience]

large spaces instill a desire for prancing and frolicking, to lie down on your back and stare into a deepening void. breathe deep, then sigh. this is the consummate bliss.

Splash of mauve, flash of puce, Fool and king, Ghoul and goose,

Dear Andre what a splendid party!/A prologue to a bright new year./ Quite a night! I'm impressed! [...]Take your turn, take a ride, on the merry-go-round in an inhuman race. [...]Leering satyrs, peering eyes... [...] Let's not argue./Let's not argue./Please pretend.../I can only hope I'll.../you will understand in time.




Masquerade ball at Cafe Campus, New Year's Eve Dec 31 2008.
I, Vivien Wen-Tung Leung, singlehandedly responsible for 5 of the most fabulous masks in the house.
2 of them have not yet been returned and photos of the night are to come.

ps. got my hands on a friend's D50 this weekend... WAADUPPPPP :P