illustration poetry

The Water Bearer

2012-01-26T02:46:00.000+07:00

♒

Happy birthday, Aquarius.

Lunar 2012

2012-01-21T22:24:00.004+07:00

The year of the Water Dragon

~
i got bored today and played a little with Photoshop:

Happy Chinese New Year!

Separated

2011-12-11T06:26:00.001+07:00

Octopus's Garden

2011-11-22T20:03:00.002+07:00

3 November, 2011:

"With your imagination you can be transported to the seaside whenever you wish, just close your eyes.

I will meet you in the sea!" he said.

Ferocious

2011-09-28T03:13:00.002+07:00

i don't think i can finish this... i hate when my hand cramps while sketching.

Remedy

2011-07-05T21:25:00.003+07:00

The cure for anything,

is salt water --- sweat, tears, or the sea.

Baroness Karen Blixen

Asleep

2011-05-31T03:21:00.003+07:00

Bicycle carousel, 1860s

2011-04-26T17:17:00.001+07:00

if i just rode on one,

would you ride with me and just forget the world?

Toy

2011-04-01T05:07:00.001+07:00

This morning i wanted to draw your eyes, but i couldn't, i couldn't find the right color because they're too beautiful, i couldn't, i couldn't describe the shape, and so i drew them as constellations and am trapped inside i hope forever, i won't mind because they're too beautiful, too beautiful they make me cry.

Stir

2011-03-14T15:51:00.001+07:00

Dear You,

I never fell in love with you.

I just fell.

Love,

Me, Liar.

Warning

2011-03-07T00:21:00.000+07:00

i warned you, didn't i?

look what you've made me do.

i burnt down the world,

for you.

Flying, ahead

2011-02-26T00:48:00.000+07:00

F(b) = air density x 9.81 m/s^2 x volume of the gas filled balloon.

Sometimes poetry can be an equation.

Mail

2011-02-21T05:59:00.000+07:00

Le narval,

~ to the Land of Youth.

Reverse

2011-02-08T14:40:00.006+07:00

Because you are the air in my lungs, i keep drawing you.

Chicken

2011-01-18T19:15:00.004+07:00

Or not so.
I can be brave.
For you.

Paisley

2011-01-17T17:44:00.000+07:00

I know, i'm sorry.

I tell you how i won't hold you.

But my arms are liars.

Déjà vu

2011-01-11T03:26:00.000+07:00

Remember when we were dragonflies?

Do you remember when we were flying around flowers you said whenever we feel disconnected from the earth just touch the flowers and i thought it was nonsense, remember?

Do you even remember me?

Phenomenon

2010-12-11T15:06:00.001+07:00

i thought it was raining

but it was just the tears in my eyes

Sneaky

2010-11-21T03:14:00.002+07:00

"You are beautiful,"

replied the cat, to the mouse.

Afterwards

2010-11-08T15:33:00.002+07:00

You were a dream.

Then a reality.

Now a memory.

Dessert

2010-09-08T06:16:00.003+07:00

You are delicious,

my Love :))

Sea, Water, Hope

2010-07-19T22:50:00.025+07:00

you don't know how long i've been waiting for you.

will we ever meet?

i'm sick of this unbearable distance between us.

Fearless

2010-05-09T02:56:00.011+07:00

i want to live with you

Cocoon

2010-05-03T03:14:00.004+07:00

Us.

Our story.

Is like a cocoon.

I love our story as well as when you told it.

Linked

2010-04-11T08:24:00.013+07:00

I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart).
I am never without it
(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling).

E. E. Cummings

Rescue

2010-03-27T01:49:00.012+07:00

We'll rescue the poor unhappy animal.

"The Wind in the Willows" by Kenneth Grahame, 1908.

Adrift

2010-02-14T10:35:00.014+07:00

John, i love you, really do.

Muddy

2010-02-07T08:10:00.012+07:00

Audrey Hepburn

2009-11-26T08:45:00.021+07:00

---is in my blood.

Strawberry fields forever

2009-11-24T02:15:00.024+07:00

Strawberry fields really are forever.

The Owl and the Pussycat

2009-10-27T15:21:00.016+07:00

The owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

II
Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

III
'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?'
Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

"The Owl and the Pussycat" (1871), a poem by Edward Lear.

This is for my multitalented little friend, June. You are so gonna be a great artist!

The Secret Garden

2009-10-18T02:32:00.018+07:00

"Mistress Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockleshells,
And marigolds all in a row."

"The Secret Garden", written by Frances Hodgson Burnett.