New drawing I am doing for the upcoming digital art show. This will look pretty different once I am done, and have scanned it and stuff. But this is what I have so far.

D&D

Come one come all to the semi-annual drink and draw event at the Toronto School of Art this June 12 (Saturday)! Admission is free, the alcohol is cheap, and the art will be fun. With good music playing in the background, I promise. RSVP to make sure you have a spot.

New painting

Working on this new piece. I had the idea while I was on the Yonge subway, and had the red note pad you see up there, and just came up with this image. I was also listening to Converge at the time, which makes me want to call this piece that. However, it is bad luck to have a name for a painting that hasn't been done yet, I know...

Here's the good draft, I actually have more done as I write this, but I will upload that later I guess.

Art Show

This art show was called I'm so pleased with myself. It was held at the Launch Projects gallery near my school. The show went well, but could have been much better, if we had booze. Next time we will keep that in mind. Some of the images might be familiar, like the last image, you can see some of my stuff on the right corner. Next time, we will have a lot of stuff per wall, promise.

(Swings - Photoshop)

(Shoes - Photoshop and a camera)

Fire escapes are rare in Toronto

(Spidey)

Here's another offering of my panaramic photo series, ha. I wished that someone hadn't placed that pile of garbage on the bottom right of the image!

Playground

(Playground - Quang's attempt at photography)

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,

You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)

I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,

All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,

I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,

You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,

I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,

I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

Caspian Spade Sub

I am pleased to say that I have a new submission for Threadless. It has been way too long since I made something, so just click on the banner below, to go to the flash presentation, and vote/comment. Thanks.

Finished!

(Caspian Spade Watercolour)