Illo Friday: Moon

i started blogging back in november of 2004 as a way of therapy. and looking back.. woah! it has been almost 3 years indeed and so much have changed in me! for my old readers.. you have seen me in my worst and best. thanks for sticking by through it all..

i know this is an old illo and i posted this before back when illustration friday was just a page where posts per week hardly reached a hundred, and i havent even heard of flickr yet. but soon as i saw this week's topic i felt the urge to go back and in going back and seeing, reading, my old posts.. it's like flying to the moon and back indeed..

this is for you old and new IF artists.. it was fun and will always be fun learning with you all..



520 x 740
MS Paint



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note: pass by my old post for IF topic: small, december 1, 2005.

Photo Friday: Vacation

"dive into the deep"

the background
saturates with the dark
as the only light shimmer
by the distance
we stare
the calm breeze
embraces us with maybes
slowly fading with the night
and melts the past behind
as we wait
for the million kisses to light
the blue ashed sky
and the sad sea awaits with us
waiting for us..
to take a leap
and dive in deep
into its vast depths
without seeing whats beneath
but remain knowing
that as we dive
there is no turning back
and all that was left
all that was gone
was all worth it.

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note: this is a tribute to the anniversary of my vacation to Palawan with Ambres. photo taken exactly last year at Puerto Princesa, just behind the hotel where we stayed.

illo friday: poem

I had a dream
we were walking by a river
stiffened by the snow
I stopped and leaned over to look at the reflection
the unbreakable ice shimmered clear
You bent down too
and
the smile on your face glowed with the faint sun
then I wondered
as I felt the warmth of your hand
glide to mine –

the corners of my mouth
inched and fluttered into a near smile
hearing the hiss and whisper
of collapsing leaves disturbed by the breeze
and your breath,
calmly panting beside my ear
echoes the desire triggering a distinct warmth inside

through the reflection
we saw each other’s soul
and all around us
like an immense and endless ocean
was a great soundless void that swallowed
our voice,
our vocabulary,
our thoughts…

in that surreal moment
in a silence that spoke a thousand words
I knew this was the place where I want to be
with this gentle mutely lit surroundings
holding the fire that does not die down
despite the distance, despite time.

And so I wondered,
yes, in my dream I wondered -
that I would either
weep or succumb to the dark depths
or both!
if I would ever wake up
and find You
not there.


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note: entry for
(orig. 985 x 465, green 0.5 ball point pen on white recycled paper)
please click the image for a better view.

.seven.. seven.. seven..

seven thousand kisses, then another seven hundred,
then yet another thousand, then a second hundred..
we will mix them all up so that we don't know,
and so that no one can be jealous of us when he finds out
how many kisses we have shared...(7)

illof friday: twist

this is how twisted and strange i organize my chaotic life.
don't ask me why...



"twisted"
MS Paint
(orig. 800 x 600)