i feel like poetry tonight...

... Me gusta cuando callas...

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,

and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.

It seems as though your eyes had flown away

and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul

you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,

and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.

It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.

And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:

Let me come to be still in your silence.

And let me talk to you with your silence

that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.

You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.

Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,

distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.

One word then, one smile, is enough.

And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

... I Like for You to be Still,  Pablo Neruda...

Sketching... Was I meant for it?

I've been trying so hard...
Sketching frustrates me!... It should be my number one tool when designing though...
My attempt at sketching a cartoon strip that narrates what I did during spring break:

I wish I had done more drawing when I was a little girl...
The only memory I have is the one when my classmate -- which lived just a couple of blocks from my house, came over to draw with me. We would sit on top of a rusty car or on the sidewalk across street. We drew for a while, mostly cartoon-looking people from our text books... I remember being good. What happened?



Finished piece.

Self-abstract Found

Another found piece...
or should I say sketch? ... Yes. sketching with photoshop.
One day I will do something big with this piece. One day I will make it valuable and transcendent.