Enero is January in Filipino and in Spanish; the first month of the year.
Old English, from Latin Januarius (mensis) ‘(month) of Janus’ (see Janus), the Roman god who presided over doors and beginnings.
Fitting as this month serves as the door for the year ahead.
However, the image above wasn’t my first doodle of the year.
Upholding personal tradition, I finished the one above on the first day of the year. Far more colorful from my past first-of-the-year doodles since I started the tradition back in 2014.
Details of ‘Enero’
Carnation and snowdrop are January’s birth flowers symbolizing fascination, distinction, and love.
But I am more familiar with crayola’s carnation pink as I’ve used it countless of times when I was little and I associate snowdrop with Neil Gaiman’s stardust as it was quite a somewhat helpful relic in the plot.
Figured I’d go back to this blog instead of resigning to the quick snaps on instagram. I needed a space to dump photos anyway.
2016’s been a massive bitch so here’s to a hopeful 2017.
Have a great year ahead. Cheers!
Pretty words i wrote down on my journal ❤
Because some things are so damn beautiful, it makes you happy you’re alive.
I’m about to face a couple of challenges for the next few days.
All i can say is…
Come at me, bro.
• stuff i used were sharpie, .4 gray stabilo pen, black and lighter gray faber castell markers.
‘Til next page of my sketchbook.
I’ve been itching to get lost again but my current budget won’t let me so i decided to revisit 180 South and finally finish watching that documentary.
This is something i picked up from watching it.
If you compromise the process, you’re an asshole when you start out, you’re an asshole when you get back.
– cool old dude on climbing Mt. Everest
Not quite sure if it’s “when you start out” or “start up” but you do get its context.
Just had to write it down as a personal reminder.
This humble scribble ob my sketchbook sums up my mood since last night.
Guess i have turned into a goat
Me trying to get over you like…
I am kidding of course. I hardly drink to get drunk anymore. Sometimes i wish i could but drowning one’s sorrow leads to one massive hangover.
So i just doodle “the feels” on my sketchbook.
Found this particular quote on tumblr.
I’m on instagram, by the way