(im way too tired to try to find a clever way to tie this post into my mythical-beast-themed blog)

White lingerie.   Oil on canvas.  4"X4" ea.  2011.  Uban.

Not the best picture in the world granted, but I finished tonight, so I wanted that instant gratification feeling.

Told you H&M had an awesome Black Friday sale... here's the post of the first one.

Geese and the Japanese hand saw-- a fable.

Gawbill saved me the trouble of hating my life and gave me a ride to Lowe's so I didn't have to take two buses getting there and back, and hauling ply wood for my panel-making that I'm doing in my "painting: materials and techniques" class in roughly 7 hours.  I'm sure he didn't know what he was getting himself into when he agreed to be my friend, because we ended up having to use the Japanese hand saw I had bought (Its pretty awesome...  I happen to enjoy hardware stores and buying tools a lot.)  to cut the white pine in the parking lot so it would fit in his car...  I'm almost intolerable with the demands I make of my amigos.

After that fiasco, we saw this random building on the way, and thought we needed to find out what it was.  It turned out to be the Please Touch Museum... to which Gawbill said, "You're going to go home and Wikipedia that, right?"  Yes.  That's why there's a link there.

We got out of the car, so I could take more random pictures. But we got distracted by the geese... Don't they fly south for the winter? I need to find out more about geese, apparently. But now, I know that geese foot prints look like stars in the snow, and that made me smile. :)

And this picture is of a cage looking thing, and I just liked the way it looked, so there.

I hope you liked this post, Gawbill. I promise to buy you those melon ice cream bars as soon as we find an h-mart.

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"i like your body."  Illustration.  2009.  Uban.

I was accused of being a purveyor of soft-core porno after I figured out the cheap thrill of drawing underwear...

"i like your body."  Illustration.  2009. Uban. (damaged?)

I had people over at my apartment a year ago, and someone got sloppy and spilled a drink all over my desk.  This illustration took on a new meaning afterwards... foul play?

Red lingerie.  Oil on canvas. 4"X4" ea.  2011.  Uban.

SEMPER UBI SUB UBI.

 H&M had an amazing Black Friday sale...  But seriously, underwear has a really interesting texture with lace and that satin blend that holds light well so it was challenging for me to render accurately.

Jameson is an old man drink.

Surpriiiiiiiise!

My dad with the roasted pig.

My mom, brother, and I decided to throw my dad a surprise party for his 60th birthday last month.  It was a pain, but totally worth it in the end.  He refused to leave the house when my brother tried to take him out to the casino for a guys night out, so we had to sneak everyone into the house while he was upstairs sleeping.  I have never cooked so much food in my entire life.  I thought it would never end.  My mom's absolutely terrified of the kitchen, but she really tried to help.

My dad's 60th b-day invitations.  GIMP. 2011.  Uban.

I made and sent out these invitations to all of our family and friends.  They had the party info on the back.  We bought a matching cake too!

We pulled my dad aside to celebrate... 

My dad's face is awesome in this picture.  yesss!
-- Jameson is so gross. haha

My dad's portrait:

My father with his eyes closed. 2010.  Oil on canvas.  8"x8".

 I painted this portrait of my father fairly quickly, something like 3 hours.  I even surprised myself.  I knew he'd be iffy about having his eyes closed...  But seriously, he actually stayed asleep while we got everyone in the house and the cooking done.  Sleeps like a rock, this guy.


My dad on romantic love:


My dad doesn't ever have much to say about having problems, except give it to God to handle.  The man decorates his home like the Vatican and prays the rosary like a cloistered nun, so I guess, that advice is good enough for him.  However, once he saw his only daughter upset over men, and didn't give me the God talk.  He says to me, but in Tagalog of course, "Do you know what love is?  Love is like a ball.  Take that ball and throw it.  Wait, and be patient.  If it bounces back to you, then that's what love is...  And, if it doesn't, then it was just a ball."  I don't know what to make of this, but he believes in this kind of love just as much as he believes in the saints and holy angels... and just like he believes in creationism and that dinosaurs were never real.

... But I want this anyway.

Ear Study.  2010.  6"x6."  Oil on canvas panel.  Uban.

I must be really procrastinating painting my still life for tonight, if I'm still uploading stuff from last semester...

"Well, I don't know if I love you... but I want this anyway."  Pen on paper.  ©  2010 Uban. 

I signed this series "Char" last year.  Haven't done that in awhile.

But Hermes had wings on his feet...

Light Feet.  2010.  Oil on canvas.  18"x24."  Uban.

I did this for my painting class last semester...  It never got completely finished because I was torn between the impressionism of the one leg and the more solid looking style of the other.  I'm planning to paint the finished version on a canvas about three or four times bigger.

Listening to Rolling Stones -- "Wild Horses."

Marriage of Good and Evil

The Marriage of Good and Evil.  Xerox collage on foam-core board.  30x30".  © 2010 Uban.

This was a piece I made for a class last semester.  I used a lot of source material, including a painting by Joshua Petker, illustrations by Julia Pott, Brand New's Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me album cover, and Robert DeNiro from Taxi Driver, as well as other source material from Google images, like the flowers, sky and clouds, the lower half of DeNiro's body.  I have some of my own images in the mix.  (Aren't those prairie dogs on the lower right corner, the cutest?  I took the picture of them at the Philadelphia Zoo two summers ago.)  I also used one of my mother's wedding photos.  My grandmother and uncle are there as well.  It's strange that I never plan on my family seeing this one, just because my dad would probably be p.o.'d that he isn't in it, and I'm not trying to deal with that.  It's weird to think someone might've used a picture of me for something else?  I remember sitting out on First Friday last year and having random people take pictures of me with my work.  It was super weird/awkward/flattering.

Listening to M.I.A.-- Bucky Done Gun.  I hope someone in Egypt is blasting this on their old-skool boom box...  "A Revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having"...?  Oy, wishful thinking.