entries for November, 2007
I finally finished the inking (which was begun a few months ago — yet another result of insomnia and ennui — then totally neglected and recently taken up again). Now I have to clean up the image (both the sketchbook image and the scanned version) and figure out how to color it.
I did Murasaki on […]
by Mia on 4:54 pm, November 11, 2007 in visuals (1) spoke
Tila Ako si Bidasari
Ruth Elynia S. Mabanglo
Tila ako si Bidasari–
Patay sa araw, buhay sa gabi:
Naghihintay kay Sultan Mogindra
Na sa buhay ko’y ikaw;
Naghihintay ng maalamat na halik
Na isiil mo sa dagat na dibdib
Upang ibangon ako
Sa masasamyong panaginip.
Laon,
Laon na,
Laon na ngang ako’y naghihintay
Sa mga hubad na paang iyong idadantay
Upang muli’t muli’y iyong mapasiklot
Ang kilii kong natutulog
Sa balakang […]
by Mia on 3:23 pm, in echoes (1) spoke
(how can hothouse flowers bloom in an afternoon salon?)
Click the image for the full painting. I also posted the inked version some time ago.
She is a little twilight sparrow!
I planned a pale yellow/gray/blue color scheme for this, with some abstract patterns in magenta for accents. And then — and then it got way out of […]
by Mia on 10:16 pm, November 8, 2007 in visuals (1) spoke
Kthxbai Fo Realz
Cat Rizal (teh littelz sexeh kitteh)
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Kthxbai cheezburger,
U srsly yummeh cheezburger,
Mai shiniez I gif u, tho it no can has teh cheez
N even if it had moar of teh cheez
I wud gif u all dat cheez.
OMG FAYT!
N teh kittehs also gif u der shiniez.
Whar kittehs? Dun carez:
Scratchy place, roll-around place,
Dey r all place for […]
by Mia on 11:26 pm, November 6, 2007 in writing (1) spoke
[Dove that ventured outside]
Rainer Maria Rilke
trans. Stephen Mitchell
for Erika
Dove that ventured outside, flying far from the dovecote:
housed and protected again, one with the day, the night,
knows what serenity is, for she has felt her wings
pass through all […]
by Mia on 10:35 pm, in echoes none spoke
I spent one day recovering from my Puerto Galera trip (ah, well, the flesh is very very weak) before plunging headlong into a huge pile of work. Sadly I’ve been neglecting my half-finished drawings, paintings, and story nuggets for the sake of my current projects; much as I would like to play around with watercolor […]
by Mia on 5:28 pm, November 5, 2007 in projects (1) spoke
The Last Hymn
Marianne Farningham
The Sabbath day was ending in a village by the sea,
The uttered benediction touched the people tenderly,
And they rose to face the sunset in the glowing, lighted west,
And then hastened to their dwellings for God’s blessed boon of rest.
But they looked across the waters, and a storm was raging there;
A fierce spirit […]
by Mia on 2:08 pm, November 4, 2007 in echoes none spoke
Something like love
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