Charcoal Drawing: 14 Years of Loyalty

I've been restless the whole day, so in my attempts at reclaiming what's left of my sanity and my deteriorating attention span, I went out for a while to draw. Workload is easy these days, it's bordering on boring despite the steady trickle of enhancement requests from our clients. To take a break from staring at Functional Design documents and emails, I headed out for coffee and did a sketch of my dog Whitney, as a tribute to the 14 long years she has been with my family. 

We got her when I was in 4th year high school, circa 2000 (And yeah, I just kinda gave away my frickin age, but I don't care). She was adorable and playful and sweet as a puppy and as she grew up to be the big black labrador that she was meant to become, she never lost that gentle playfulness. She passed away on March 1, and I could tell prior that she was in pain. I was already researching on the possibility of euthanasia, because she has not been responding well to the food that we were giving her, and she could hardly get up. I regret not seeing it sooner and spending more time with her, really.

A few hours before her death, I stayed by her side and talked to her. I was trying to comfort her and I said my thanks for being the loyal dog that she's always been. I said sorry, too, because I couldn't bring back those times that I missed spending time and playing with her. She looked at me gently, with blinking black eyes and whimpered, adjusting her head so I could pat it. That night, I went out for an hour to get a massage with my mom. She had this voucher that was going to expire on the same day and we didn't want to forfeit the free shiatsu. I went with her and as the masseuse was trying to ease my tense muscles, I prayed to God that Whitney would be eased from her suffering as well. 

We arrived home and Whitney was gone. My mom said with a sigh, "Inintay ka lang niya magpaalam."

Then I burst in tears.

You were such a sweet dog, Whitney. Thank you for everything. I'd give anything to give you another hug and stroke your fur again. Have fun in dog heaven, sweetie. We will miss you. 

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Charcoal Drawing: Pulag Portraits

Oh blog, I'm sorry if I haven't updated you enough this past month! I was busy having fun that I haven't had time to write about it!

The Cordillera had beckoned me twice this month--to Baguio and Mt. Pulag in Benguet in early and mid Feb respectively. The chill weather is always a welcome change from hot and humid Manila and I'm happy to have spent some quality time with friends and family during these trips. 

At the start of 2014, I included climbing Mt. Pulag to this year's bucket list. The opportunity came up in early February when my cousin from New York visited Manila to spend his 30th birthday in the homeland. We planned to go to Mt. Pulag on the weekend of Feb 15-16 and I am proud to say I conquered one of the tallest mountains in the Philippines! It was a real challenge dealing with the shivers and the fact that we didn't have a proper tent or toilet, but it was really fun bonding with my cousins and seeing the sea of clouds at the summit. More stories in the next post on Mt. Pulag, coz I want to share a bunch of practice drawings using my bright and shiny woodless charcoal pencils given to me by my sister as a gift!

My subjects were these adorable kids hanging out at the Ranger Station in Mt. Pulag. They were staying in an area near the station where climbers can sign up and ask help from porters to carry their bags. I found it weird that some people (even guys) would go hiking and hire someone else to carry their packs then claim that they "conquered the mountains".  I mean, if you can't carry heavy stuff, then learn how to pack light! That's the whole point of camping and going up the mountains, right? I tried to look at the bright side and thought of it as additional livelihood for the locals, but I didn't find the whole thing very cool.

Anyway, back to the kids! They had a distinct look about them that gave away the fact that they were locals in the area. I'm not certain if they were Ibaloys or Kalanguya, but they had very beautiful faces--chinky eyes and flat noses and really rosy cheeks! The kids were adorable and I tried to get to know them for a while before doing our assault to Camp 2. 

I met Gerilyn, Grace and I think the other one is Geraldine (not in drawing). They're cousins. I wasn't able to catch the little boy's name though, but I figured he was related to either of the two girls. They smiled sheepishly at me when they realized I was trying to strike a conversation. Before I knew it, it was time for me to join my group and hike for the next 4 hours, so I excused myself from my new acquaintances and waved goodbye.

Since I was never trained at drawing, I never really had a real method in portraiture that I was fully aware of. Even today, I just basically sketch and draw what I see without being conscious of the light source and the shadows that inevitably came with it. While my weapon of choice has always been ink and watercolor, I decided to go back to basic graphite and charcoal to exercise my understanding of values and tones. As I tried to re-acquaint myself with the medium, I kept my lines light and loose until I got a bit of definition in the drawing. I still find it very difficult to draw the creases on  clothing, people's hands and lips. I can't seem to create a decent likeness to my subjects, which is kinda hella frustrating. :\

I had a bit lot of trouble with Gerilyn (the whispering girl donning a beanie). Her hands still look weird and I couldn't quite capture her expression in the drawing. Good thing these sketches were done on 8x5 index cards for practice, since I can't seem to find a proper sit down time these days for larger scale illustrations. It's my guilt free use of paper for practice!

Anyway, I'm determined to practice figure drawing more so that I can get rid of those awful proportions. Those hands are quite an eyesore, but this is my blog and I have no shame. Haha.

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