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for Raisa Marie..
submitted for the Art Folio of the student publication.

It was a very emotional moment when i made the outlines of this work. The idea of making something like such came to me after reading stuff about surrealism and some other things.
D-Day ... forgot what day it was, i came to school to see how things are going, said hello to some familiar faces, and finally went to the Heraldo Filipino office to say hello and tell about the progress of my works for the Art Folio.
then ms. Sindingan after ages of being away came up to me and ask about my comic strips for the broadsheet, which did not exist because i did not made any .
the emotions turned high... questions were asked...
Then i walked away, just like i always do.

the thought of the moment lingered on my mind the whole night till the next morning.
It really sucks when Weed and Alcohol cannot do the job of putting your mind to rest, it just keeps the twisting and turning a little more...
pleasing.
Around 2-3oclock in the morning, i decided to blow off some
stress and try using wet mediums since i have nothing better to do.
I practiced on the kitchen table, lights turned off, my source of light came in through the window behind me.
and as of this moment, i think you should forget about my practicing.

restless i was

then the sketch/outline came.

There was no title until i've read the book Neverwhere by Gaiman a few days prior to the incident.

Description
for Raisa Marie..
submitted for the Art Folio of the student publication.

It was a very emotional moment when i made the outlines of this work. The idea of making something like such came to me after reading stuff about surrealism and some other things.
D-Day ... forgot what day it was, i came to school to see how things are going, said hello to some familiar faces, and finally went to the Heraldo Filipino office to say hello and tell about the progress of my works for the Art Folio.
then ms. Sindingan after ages of being away came up to me and ask about my comic strips for the broadsheet, which did not exist because i did not made any .
the emotions turned high... questions were asked...
Then i walked away, just like i always do.

the thought of the moment lingered on my mind the whole night till the next morning.
It really sucks when Weed and Alcohol cannot do the job of putting your mind to rest, it just keeps the twisting and turning a little more...
pleasing.
Around 2-3oclock in the morning, i decided to blow off some
stress and try using wet mediums since i have nothing better to do.
I practiced on the kitchen table, lights turned off, my source of light came in through the window behind me.
and as of this moment, i think you should forget about my practicing.

restless i was

then the sketch/outline came.

There was no title until i've read the book Neverwhere by Gaiman a few days prior to the incident.