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!
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
I have this habit of making jokes out of stuff that are actually killing me inside.
Laughing feels good, right? And they keep on saying to fake it ’til you make it
So, i guess i’d laugh at those things that make me feel like shit for now.
Everything is well curated on instagram. Pretty photos of pretty view with pretty people captioned with pretty words. These are some of the thing I don’t post there.
Pretty has never really been my core aesthetic (it sounds so pretentious, i’m crackin myself up). Sometimes i go ugly and raw.
These photos are very personal and reflects myself more than any selfies i could ever post. I know. It is kinda icky.
But hey, this is my blog anyway.
Did this when the weeknd dropped that track. Just had to ’cause it’s straight up fire.
I have received the most interesting thought about my work shown above:
your type is so beautiful it makes the unbearable things a little less terrible to think of
That’s something I’d probably smile about for ages.
Pretty obvious that I am feeling bummed out again (hence the sad vibes spread) so I made another one.
Ugly thoughts rendered in pretty penmanship.
Hope everyone else is feeling better, though.