Sketch Gallery 3: Spirits and Headhunters @ Bowers Museum

Here are some sketches done on one of my recent trip to Bowers Museum, this was from an exhibit of artifacts from Oceanic regions (sorry I forget the names they are hard to memorize.). These are masks worn for rituals and ceremonies by various tribes of the indigenous nations. There were more but I was pressed for time so I’ll have to go back another day to finish them. I used vine charcoal for these sketches. Enjoy.

Sketch Gallery 2: Animal Mummies @ Bowers Museum

Since grade school I had quite the fascination for all things Ancient Egypt. I’d check out every book available at the library and drowned myself in the land of pyramids, pharaohs, and mummies. And since then whoever there was an exhibition of Egyptian artifacts open in a nearby museum I was sure to go. This time was the exhibit of animals that had been mummified and adorned in beautifully crafted coffins and wrappings, much like the human counterparts, down at the Bowers Museum of Cultural Arts in Orange County, near my home. And just like at the Bodies Exhibit I took my sketchbook and made sketches on site of numerous mummified animal coffins and the treasures they were buried with. Not surprisingly there were more cats, since Egyptians regarded cats as divine creatures. Other animals included falcon, ibis, jackals, and curiously, fishes. (Hm). It was a bit rushed because of the large crowd passing through.

Sketch Gallery : Bodies The Exhibit

Last month I went to the Bodies The Exhibit held at the former Movieland Wax Museum in Buena Park (conveniently just minutes away from my home) and marveled at the well preserved body parts and figures set up in interesting poses. And to think these are REAL human bodies, their identities unknown. It’s my first shot at on site sketching, armed with a giant sketchbook and a pencil I probably spent at most five minutes per figures, so as to not get in the way of other visitors.

Sketch diary 8: A little R-E-S-P-E-C-T


Yeah, I like to make fun of myself sometimes.

I admit it-my self esteem is as low as the current temperature in the Arctic. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember; I often put down myself a lot. If I don’t respect myself, why would anyone else, right? Even my pet bird Mango, who’s no bigger than my hand is always trying to get on top of me.

Sketch Diary 7: The Artist’s Decree


Yep, to me a piece of art is never finished, because I will always find something “new” that I had missed previously, and will voraciously fix it. And then it repeats. Ill never be satisfied with the image I have created. Sometimes if I cannot fix it I will tear it up and whip up a new one from scratch. And that is why I will never stop drawing, painting, scribbling, doodling, scratching, etc etc… Until the day I bite the dust. There, nuff said.

I know it seems like a total waste of good paper just for some few words, but that’s me, when it comes to art, nothing is a waste…hmm there’s another decree to think about…

Sketch Diary 5: Looking Down


I am always troubled by the fact that I have no sense of self-esteem.  For me it’s a highly sensitive issue.  I was always unsure of myself, not confident enough to take risks, every step I take is heavy with doubts and fears.

How did I get this way?

Let’s just say my childhood wasn’t roses and daisies.  I have piles and piles of skeletons in the closet and I feel them tingling in my back to no end.  It’s kind of hard to talk about it in full detail, but it’s what brought me this far, this troubled restless soul in me.  I am still bombarded by my past, when I try not to think about it, it pushes in more, dragging me even deeper.  Sometimes my crack at happiness is almost laborious.

Though I can safely say finding God has lightened up the load by metric tons, and I am starting to see life in more positive light.  But the darkness still looms…well like Rome wasn’t built in a day, so I won’t be able to just clean out that 30+ year old closet in a day either.

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