30 May 2011

Holy Smokes!

It's Robin the Boy Wonder! I have something to confess...psst...I actually really love Robin's costume in the super-campy, ambiguously-gay 1960s Batman TV series. It's probably the legs. Haha! That's why I decided to draw this version.

I think (in conjunction with Poison Ivy, which I'm still working on) I'll turn this into a series of cards. Who knows, perhaps I can sell them at a stand one day - been inspired to create for the next comic-con. Krisi and I were thinking of getting a stand! Hehe!

26 May 2011

Prapim's Inspirations: Phobs

Haven't done one in a while.

Today's influence: Phobs

As far as I know Phobs is a 21-year-old (I know, right! 21! That's super-depressing) Russian female with a penchant for the WWII-era, men in uniform and women in nice hats and gloves. While I don't always agree with the subject matter she draws - she draws a lot of Nazi-garbed men, which makes me a little bit uncomfortable (although she draws so beautifully I could overlook it really!)...

Just looking at her work, you can probably see why I like it - beautiful and quirky characters, a brilliant combination of colours (she favours glowing washes of warm colours, giving her characters a perpetually rosy hue) and bold, confident line and brush-strokes, and a vein of wry humour running through all her work. Even her doodles are better-drawn than what I could hope to do!

The atmosphere of her work alternates between quirky, sarcastic humour and bittersweet nostalgia. Most of the time it's a mix between the two.

Her characters are all so interesting - just by looking at them, you can in most cases tell their personalities. You want to learn more about them - their lives, relationships, struggles, triumphs, and so on. I probably am gushing a bit too much here, but many of her drawings tell such complex stories - a lifetime of a character, the hardships as well as happiness they've experienced.

(It certainly helps that they've all got immensely beautifully defined, sharp noses and chins. And it doesn't hurt that most of them do cut very fine figures in uniform...now you see the main reason I like her stuff. Once again, I've revealed my shallowness...I really must learn to restrain myself...)

22 May 2011

Crowne Plaza

Sooooo we had this competition a while back. Sooooo I worked very hard on it on the slim hope I may win. So I didn't. And now, I look at these images, fume, wondering what to do with them. On a side note, however, I am pretty proud that I managed to have the patience to draw most of this. I am generally a very FIERY PASSIONATE QUICK EXPRESSIVE DRAWING kind of artist. Heh.

Influenced by Lucinda Rogers.

17 May 2011

Pol Pot cast in the role of Don Giovanni

Done! Now, only to print. And get started on writing the project proposal...gah.


Saloth Sar (May 19, 1925 - April 15, 1998), better known as Pol Pot, was the leader of the Cambodian Communist movement known as the Khmer Rouge. Under his reign of Democratic Kampuchea from the years 1976-79 as Prime Minister, an estimated 1.7-2.5 million people - almost a quarter of the population of the country - died.

Pol Pot was tried by a Khmer Rouge tribunal, and sentenced to life imprisonment. This was regarded as only a show trial, and he never faced the international courts for his crimes against humanity. Pol Pot died of natural causes while under house arrest in 1998.

A sad real-life example in which Don Giovanni does seem to get away with it all, in the end.

There are 8 images illustrating the 6 scenes. Pencil, Photoshop, photos.

Don Giovanni is breaking my heart, let's seek solace in Poison Ivy

Refuse to do any Don Giovanni work for the time-being. Refuse to do anything work-related at all actually. Sorry if my English is a bit wonky in this entry. I think my brain refuses to co-operate with me.

I don't know why, but I suddenly was inspired to draw Poison Ivy. This is a really weird colouring-style for me. Am pretty happy with it so far, though. I know she looks like a drag queen with too much blush atm. Haha.

Poison Ivy has always been my favourite female villain from Batman. I think it's mostly down to her costume and looks. The combination of red and green is always seductive! In the Animated Series, she's simply got the most seductive voice too. I think she's quite an interestingly complex character, too - but then again, when is a Batman villain never interesting? Like Catwoman and Mr. Freeze, she has moments of humanity and compassion. You can't help but sometimes feel empathy for her.

Also, my sister did a very good rendition of Poison Ivy here. It seems the fascination runs in the family.

14 May 2011

Deductive Abilities Should Be Better Applied

Doodle doodle doodle...

Inspired a bit by Punch Magazine (you Brit historians should know this), and bad toilet humour. In retrospect (mind you, retrospect in this case means 'immediacy') this isn't really that funny. Sigh.

7 May 2011

Dame Edna Everage...

Tentative illustration for the ASEAN Society Costume Portrait Day. No typo, because I suck at typo. Essentially, a girl dressed up as Edna Everage (the only garish costume I could think up of off the top of my head)- the 'costume' aspect is shown by the blatant wig she's wearing.

I kind of realized after I finished drawing that it looks like me. But I suppose that would make sense, considering I based it off a self-portrait lying around in my sketchbook...

New Blog Design!

New blog design! Because I needed an excuse to use the pixel art I did of myself. Having spent way too much time on that. Heh. I'll change the other images as I feel like, but one thing you can expect is a cornucopia of colours and unwarranted amounts of girliness. I'll also be cleaning it up of unnecessary elements to make it a bit more concise. If it's possible for someone as blabber-mouthy as me to be concise.

4 May 2011

Don Giovanni - Cambodia

Don Giovanni. Khmer Rouge, Cambodia.

So, for my Don Giovanni project, I decided to cast Pol Pot - head of the party, the Khmer Rouge, and dictator of Cambodia from 1975 to 1979 - as the eponymous character.

Don't know whether this was smart on my part or not. At the time, it made perfect sense to me. I didn't want to do something light - I wanted to make people think. But, after copious amounts of research, I realize this topic is much too heavy than I could ever take. For how could I, a middle-class adult, living in First-World standards with little exposure to the rest of the world, ever hope to understand the pain, the suffering, the cruelty which he inflicted upon an entire nation? How could I ever do justice to such a heavy topic?

I've seen some terrible photos of the aftermath of the tragedy; some were so sickening I couldn't bear using them as reference. The mere thought that these photos are representations of a reality that actually happened is more than I can fathom. How could things like this happen?

I remember visiting Tuol Sleng - the prison - and the Killing Fields during a school trip in 2004. The experience, as daunting and uncomfortable as it was, was something I am glad to have gone through. It was singularly humbling, horrifying, eye-opening. I remember walking through the rooms, with endless black-and-white photos of frightened people - most of them perfect representations of the very same civilians I saw in the city - thinking - how many of these photos are there?

And then it strikes me. These photos were a death warrant. Any person you choose in the endless collection was invariably executed, tortured to death, subjected to unbearable pain. They were starved, beaten, forced to live in deplorable conditions. And in the end, they would take these photos, before they executed you. In some cases, they were even forced to dig their own graves. It got to a point where they executed so many people that the Khmer Rouge didn't even have the money to buy the bullets to kill them with. And so, they simply crushed their skulls in.

You see photos of scared children, young mothers - there's even an eerie photo of a teenage boy smiling at the camera - and you think: did the Khmer Rouge seriously believe that all these people were traitors, spies, plotting against them, planning their downfall?

I remember being so overwhelmed by the horror of it all. Despite the walls and walls of photos, even then, you realize: this is only a small number. Almost 2 million people - a quarter of Cambodia's population at the time - died at the hands of the Khmer Rouge. And most of them you would never see the photos of. Most of them are forgotten, unknown, a mere estimate, a statistic to be quoted.

Even then, my 14-year-old self could begin to understand what we, as a people, were capable of. I never wanted to know, but I did then. While the rest of my trip-mates were hanging around the museum shop, buying ice-cream and soft drinks, I had to sit down. I remember putting my hands to my head, crying. In a corner of the building near the bedrooms in which the Vietnamese found the bodies of prisoners as they raided the prison, I cried.

It was then a small, young Cambodian woman noticed me. Quietly, she sat down. I remember her taking my hand, trying to sooth me, saying things I didn't understand. I was so overcome with shame - at myself, at the inaction and apathy of the world as this was happening - yet, I wanted to ask her - how? How could you comfort me - a tourist, who knows nothing better - when you were so affected by this yourself?

Yet, something in that simple gesture - the holding of a hand of a stranger, who, removed from such events, cries for you nevertheless - placated me. I can't remember how she looks now, or even what happened afterwards - but I look back on that one gesture with fondness. That, even in that place of darkness, of unimaginable inhumanity and loss, she could still have the faith, the kindness to reach out and comfort some random girl like me...in itself, that one gesture gave me some respite in the face of all the horror.

3 May 2011

Portraits from Rome

I took Rome to be a good exercise in drawing my friends. There are other sketches in my sketchbook, but perhaps another time.

Can you guess who's who? :D