“I was about 5 years old when I saw that animated stork that evening. We’d just passed across the Bosphorus on a boat from the European side to the Asian side of Istanbul with my Grandpa. The animated emblem of a national bank, a stork, was flying with it’s animated neon lights. [Though this was a memorable moment, observing some lovely animation], it was not the moment that I decided to create animations; It was a hot summer, and I was walking to the grocery store.
Ugly but good! What is ugly? How do we decide what is beautiful? Its shape, color, draftsman?
I was at downtown Chicago a couple weeks ago. It was freezing cold and windy. There was a young homeless guy sitting with his small Yorkshire on his lap, by the corner of the Monroe and the State St. Lots of plastic bags, layers of clothes, long beard, long and dirty blonde hair.
An “ugly” man was crossing the street towards to the homeless guy. Other people were trying to stay away from that “ugly” man. They were even avoiding eye contact with him. He was dressed sort of as a “drug dealer”. He was tall and wide. He came closer to that homeless guy. Young man was a little afraid of him. Yorkshire started to bark. The “ugly” stopped in front of the homeless guy, bent over. Gave him his venti size cup of Starbucks coffee and a giant size sandwich. He also took out a bag of dog food from his coat’s pocket. Homeless guy was surprised and grateful. The “ugly” left, and walked through the West Monroe, and disappeared by the alley just before the Private Bank Theatre-Hamilton poster. And this illustration is what remains from that “ugly “ man on my mind.
Was that helping man “ugly” or “beautiful”? What is the formula of the “beautiful”? What is your understanding on beauty? Is there a universal definition of beauty, which everybody would agree on? Or, is the beauty in the eye of the beholder?
One night in Paris. Years and years ago, we visited Paris just for three days. When I woke up the first morning in Paris, it was not me what I saw in the mirror. My allergies!!!
I couldn’t find a chance to look around, or sketch at all. Wish I would be able to see Paris again soon:))
They called her ‘Freak’ by her fans instead of ‘Fairy’.
It was not easy to be a pole dancer with those wings.
Nonetheless, she was dancing for nobody, with ‘A Rose for Emily’ from The Zombies
A detail from my recent illustration for an article. I will post it when the article published on the magazine. Keep checking out 🙂
Today’s Personal Motto #24:
Run like a marathon athlete with endurance, but with the speed of a sprinter.
Again, another sketchbook treasure. Really fast coloring process; about 30-40 minutes. A good warm up for the day.
Under the Water
This guy was swimming in my sketchbook for a while. I want to make him happy by coloring him! His friend will show up later. He is a weirdo!