Early in the morning, I woke up with this on my face.
Case in point: Girls who say they don’t like flowers love ‘em the most, and by girls, I mean me.
While I’ve already prepared a little over a week for what I was about to give him, I only managed to get it printed yesterday. Nevertheless his smile was still wide when he received it
It’s a standard 5 x 7″ card printed on an ivory cardstock paper. I purposely made my palette really cool so it’ll look soft, warm, and squishy when offset by the chalkiness of the paper.
I do make it for sale if you’re interested. Just drop me an e-mail over to firstname.lastname@example.org for your questions.
As you can see, I have a super cute cupig toy sitting by my greeting card. It was a really different surprise from the many little surprises 10 usually prepared for me. He got it when we went for a vacay to Singapore a few months ago, but to be exact, he didn’t buy this out of some piggyland store1. In fact, the cupig was a direct result of 10′s 3D-drawing skills.
Yes, the little cupig was 100% crystallized into reality by using 3D-printing technology, thanks to the creative people at Print 2 Life Studios :D When I received it, I thought the cupig’s face looked a lot like the couple in another one of the greeting cards I made for 10 some time ago.
He admitted that he treated these lovely cupigs as his muse all the while he was drawing the voluminous 3D-printed cupig. To that, I really think men are better when it comes to maps, angles, and perspectives. Somehow it frustrates me to have to think about all those mathematical dimensions while drawing. It’s supposed to be more of a flow thing and if I start to calculate anything at all even when I’m working flat, those creative juices simply evaporate.
So yeah, another monthiversary, another creative production – all because of love and for love. Plenty more memorable moments to come …
Though many times I claimed that doodling stuff is not my passion, sometimes, I think I run towards words as a profession because I believe my illustrations will never truly represent the stories I’m telling.
But no matter how good a craft the wordsmith creates about his subject, we visual beings can all agree that a picture is always worth a thousand words.
Consider the following quote from food critic Anton Ego, a character in Pixar’s 2007 box-office hit, Ratatouille:
In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new, an extra-ordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau’s famous motto: ‘Anyone can cook.’ But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau’s, who is, in this critic’s opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau’s soon, hungry for more.
I wouldn’t consider this project anything more than a novelty, but the whole process of drawing everything was extremely daunting for me. Though I haven’t literally ran a distance of 26.2 miles, I felt that running a full marathon would feel the same way as the process I’ve gone through out of executing this project.
My daily ritual in the late afternoon while in high school: Shuffle all his songs, bite a dark chocolate bar, and have a sip of warm tea.
I still have the same ritual today.
After all these years listening to him, singing to him, following him, admiring him, playing his songs on the piano, strumming like a beggar to his melodies on the guitar, and just wishing one day I would have a chance to meet him … It feels surreal to realize that my wish would come true very, very soon
I’m grateful that this year, one of my longest-running fantasies would come true.
I’m also grateful that today, I succeeded at lighting up my 10′s day with something I created myself, to which he immediately squealed about, something I always find endearing to listen to … Today marks our 25th month being together. I just wanted to tell him he’s my perfect 10 papoy in a minion. He impersonates the minions well enough to give my abs some of the greatest workouts they’ve had in a while.
10 once reminded me that on the day we first met, we both sang duet on one of my idol’s songs. I sing at least two of his songs every time I hit the karaoke bar, and I’ve gotten so used to it, getting so lost into his lyrics that I didn’t notice 10 was singing along :p
I truly believe that great works of art are made without logic or reason to support its labor. As doodler and copywriter Hugh MacLeod puts it in his book, Ignore Everybody: and 39 Other Keys to Creativity: ”Art suffers the moment other people start paying for it.”
This is @jonyyuwono, fellow runner and an idealist. He is the man behind Riki the Rhino and his duck best friend. There’s a backstory to how the duck got hairless, but it’s not on my part to reveal how.
This drawing is another effort to raise awareness against animal poaching in Indonesia, particularly in the Sumatran forests.
The cat character on his shoulder is another one of creation too. Follow the story of TaMA on Facebook.
As you can see, Jony is a very creative guy, and the least I can do to celebrate his birthday early this month is by interpreting these fascinating personalities as best as I can