leap year

2012, I'm thinking if we need an extra day in Feb. It's an extra day for me to wait to get on that plane back home..

On another note, here's some work from last night's life drawing. Been a while since I've been back and it feels like home. 

Although I don't fancy religion, like my mom emphasizes too forcefully, it feels good to really belong somewhere.

home sweet home

The beautiful model, I could tell all the guys were drooling and shitting their pants off, it's a funny thing about life drawing.

Sometimes you can't tell who's serious about it or not, but I fairly have a good eye. wink.

shananigans of the past week or so.

This week basically is serving as a 

platform for me to get back on my feet and 

do some long overdue work. As well as getting back into

gear with motivation and inspiration, you know, all the perks of an artist. 

This was at the David Shrigley exhibition at the 

Hayward Gallery SouthBank.

Drawn over previous life drawing, thought it was a funny quote I could 

def relate well with. The exhibition was funny and shed a different light on what art is and 

could be but def not my fav.  

prisma drawing of James, who I always mistakenly call Michael..

Shrigley's taxidermy. 

humorous ceramic pieces

a play on decay

cermaic men, gestural. 

Hockney at the Royal Academy of Arts. 

Secretly took this as nostalgic memories came flooding back.

Road trip with my pops while sipping our venti iced americano,

mine with three pumps of sugar.

Listening to classics and driving in the 'ghetto van', about to break down any minute, the 

thrill and carefree spirit never fails to leave an impression while 

treading through the desert, tumble weeds rolling by. Trying to win against time before the sun sets, 

driving at high speed, we get ready to take pictures, dad with his SLR, me with my NEX-5, the scene set

so surreal.. sigh sigh sigh.

and if your Korean, you must have been here about 1000+ times. asian tourist trap!

This was my collar, the worst thing any human being had ever created. 

Although it was an utter failure, hating wool now, it might have been a good wakeup 

call that I can be an utter fuck up. The pressure loosens a bit when you

except that idea, well for me at least.

trying to mold with wadding.. gah.

anyway ill class never fails to give me freedom, trying to make out a pose with black tape.

pasteling Lan's givenchy fur jacket.

so everything I do, as a draftsman, is line work and line qaulity, the fuck up case of the

collar set me free to do something I never thought of doing again. Being a child and getting messy with oil pastels, a medium

I've always hated. I don't know how I feel about it but it sure did loosen my stress with vigorous attacking motions to paper. Yee haw.

Again, big strokes, less lines. can you tell I'm searching for myself? 

Grayson Perry

Saw a recent exhibition on Grayson Perry.

and now he's officially  one of my favorite artists, 

Being somewhat out of context in society, 

he's a transvestite on a spiritual journey and personally 

gave me a lift in spirits from  the quirky works. 

Hastily, I drew, weaving thru the crowds

and angry fat ladies that kept getting in the way. 

Anyway, don't want to spoil the show

but here's a bit of my translation, in sketchbook form. 

Enjoy!

the vessel of death, my fav piece. 

connie is 26 dear friends.

DON"T WANT TO BE 26. 

It's inevitable but just felt like saying that, HA!

Wanted to post thanks to everyone who gave me fond memories.

I really had a great ride so far and can't complain of all the adventures I've been through and am really looking 

forward to things up ahead. It's been a tough 2011 but 2012 fairs better, 

will make the most of it in London But really feeling the love from friends 

overseas. Can't wait to see everyone again. 

I vow, we will party it up

in K-town, grilling Korean BBQ, drinking the night away with soju bombs, wreaking havoc 

at the joint, being the loudest crowd. Sounds so so so good... missing art center days AND looki what I found!

Here's a brief pic to remind of what it consisted of. lol.  

bday 2009

farewell party 2010

Art center Grad show 2010 - WESTSIDE for SOJU!

THANKS GUYS FOR THE LOVE AND MEMORIES 

and the lovely christmas present :)

26 but I look 19.. 

Any way to look older?! I still get carded for god's sake.

thanks for the JD!!!

lovely time

<3

looki what i found.

Glad to know I'm making somewhat of a difference..

HAPPY NY

new year, new me, new work. 

Morrocco

Sad to be back to the lonely and cold.

New Way

A new way to do 1 minute gestures with photocopies ( the only material I had) 

Thanks Alexis for pushing me to new boundaires, much appreciated. Illustrators rock !

Last day at uni, working like slave till 7 pm (from 9 am) with MA students in the backdrop,  

whatta life. Just reassures me, work is never ending. But what would I do without it? 

connie = workaholic.

Good Friday

So last Fri was black Fri, went crazy and spent over 100 quid easily.. laser printer, usb drive, 3 moleskines, all different sizes, carrot peeler etc etc haha I'm such a spaz buying on pure impulse. Anyway, you only live once right? why not.

So this week was a good closure to all the drama and abuse that consumed me the past 6 week, this darn project. But I can proudly say we won the St martins team project competition on up-cycling, will post pics later. So glad I don't have to babysit childish people, just earned a new layer of thick skin through it all so in a way I feel I gained some good experience points. 

Now, I CAN FINALLY RELAX and DRAW.. well not totally until the 9th...darn

So here's some new stuff from today. 

All 15 min poses on A3 watercolor moleskine

Friday night, caught up with the life drawing boys

with dinner at Masato, it ended up being the death of me.

Never new Japanese food can kill me so. 

I can say the portions were bigger than any Japanese restaurant 

in America, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? 

Maybe only in April. Ha.

CONNIE's DYING!

Two freelance gigs + st martins epic 8 person team project + 3 life drawings session per week = DYING CONNIE. 

Sometimes I wonder how I do it all.
I can really jump off a cliff, weeeee!

But, I get through the day with my American pancakes.

Oh how I miss you, Griddle CAFE. When I go home.. sigh

For now, I have breakfast club - yum.

but still it ain't the same :(