something I made a year ago when I was going through some stuff.
my friend Owel asked me to take a song from his band and try and draw something like that series of BREAK UP 2013 illustrations I did earlier that year. I picked the song Taksil by Ang Bandang Shirley for obvious reasons of what I was thinking and how I felt at the time. It’s the song I couldn’t get out of my head to a certain degree.
Taksil translates to traitor or betrayer. The song talks about infidelity, dealing with someone who’s hurt you in that way. It goes on for a bit asking does the person still love you, how did this happen, do they still love you, how did this happen? Just the usual thoughts when you think about someone being unfaithful whom you love. It ends eventually bargaining to the other person about who hasn’t done something wrong, please don’t leave because of your mistake. Well my interpretation anyway. It’s a great song.
Not sure if Owel’s doing anything with it anymore so I decided to post it for reasons of, well, I just remembered it existed, and that the date of when this whole messy break up thing is coming up making it officially a year since that happened. Bums me out thinking how that turned out.
Great job, Rob. Here’s to that.
2013 (In stuff I drew this year.)
It is New Year’s and I guess it’s time to look back on how I did this year. Holy Crap did I draw a bunch of stuff.
This year was a year of firsts for me: ( first breakup, first exhibit, first job, first album cover) and I’m strangely looking forward to 2014 compared to where I was last year, fearful of the future. I feel like I’m a different person. Strange how you see how much you’ve grown. I don’t know. I feel different I suppose.
Art. Oh Art, I love you. Never leave me.
Hey There, Future-self
To my future self, or selves, who happens to stumble upon this entry sometime in the near or far flung future, who, as we do, scroll back and back and back occasionally on your blog because you are a narcissist but also because you want to see if your art has grown: hello.
This is your past self, currently your present self as well, writing you one of those letters to your future self: you.
Why? Because you (I) am jealous of my friends who have done the same and how I wish our past self (14, 18, maybe 19) would have written to us. We have to settle instead with your 23 year old self who thinks he is not that dumb, but figures, if I thought at 18 that I figured it all out, in turn, who knows how much you, my future self, thinks of me as a dumb kid from the past.
I want to write to you and tell you how you were at this time in your life. You just started teaching. I have no idea if you will put up with it but I am liking it so far. You are on the cusp of relations with other people but you are not sure how exactly will it all turn out because you are hesitant and afraid. You sort of are attached to the idea of the single life now, something 22 year old Rob would have shrugged at. That is just a reminder how much stuff you went through in the last year.
You have more time for your own stuff, though you never commit time to do your own stuff because you are dicking around the internet and cramming what projects people give you. Instead of making that comic book you tell everyone you are making, you are making something else entirely. Whenever you get that next comic book done, Rob, I swear I hope you have finished it so that we can experience the glory of reading this letter and saying YEAH I FINISHED IT, PAST ROB. FUCK OFF.
How is your dayjob, Future Rob? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you have children? Is this blog still relevant to you? What ever happened to that girl who you probably stopped talking to because you were a dumb goose (this applies to all of them)?
a quick comic I did for STACHE magazine last month.
kind of an obvious thing? But it may gain relevance in comic form, possibly.