The Infamous Time Sucking Mural

I mentioned the mural I was drawing on the last post. Well it's finally finished! Took long enough, but the time taken was totally worth it. It looks pretty awesome. So I took pictures of the steps in the process; rough sketch, freehand paper-on-wall drawing(&graphite paper for tracing onto the wall), the painting process, and the finished product. 

This is the rough sketch, drawn by me while brainstorming for wall ideas with Nicole

 This is the freehand paper-on-wall drawing, which was traced onto the wall with the help of graphite paper.

The long, long, painting process, which included brush switches and making tones of purple and gray from scratch.  

I don't have a picture of the finished product yet, but I will soon. I will add it when I upload next.

Earthquakes and Aftershocks

So I happened to be walking to Nicole's today when the earthquake struck! It felt like an elephant body slammed the ground when I took a step forward, which took me off guard in the first place, and then I saw cars shaking and so I started walking faster down to Aqueduct where people where coming out of their houses. A couple of them asked me if I was okay after their frenzies of "WOW! That was a big one!". So I got to Nicole's without harm, thank goodness. Chino Hills was on the news for once in forever! We do exist thank you! Haha. So things settled down; I finished drawing my mural on Nic's wall (pictures soon to come), and we watched Father of the Bride, Franck being the main focus; but of course a little aftershock had to come and bring back the realization of life with faults. 

Tectonic plate type faults, or flaws of sorts in a person?  A crack in the ground, or a crack in a personality. A physical jolt, or emotional damage. 

Wandering Aimlessly

I'm questioning myself. Why? I have no idea. I'm questioning things I always thought were staples in my life; how I fit in, who I fit in with, who I really am as a person, among other things. Who do people think I am as compared to who I think I am? Is this where I figure out myself? What the outcome of all these questions could be who I turn out to be. But could who I am now be who I will be still, or could it be just the opposite? These questions could be potentially pointless, but going in the other direction, they could be vital for my future.  So right now, I'm wandering aimlessly down the road to who I am, who I was, or who I could be. 

Even writing this, I question how well my friends know me, or how well I've let them know me. I don't think any of them would expect me to write anything close to all of this. But maybe that IS part of who I am; someone else on the inside. I feel misunderstood, and alone in some ways because of the fact that I don't let anyone see this part of me. The topic of me separating myself from a certain group of friends came up in the past couple of days, and it shocked me. I didn't, and still don't quite see it. I've heard comments on how I've changed, and I have not noticed much difference, but as I continue to question things about myself, I'm finding some things that may have turned in a different direction. For the better or for the worse is yet to be seen, and i continue to wander aimlessly down this path lined with questions and friends, waiting to be either taken to a higher level, or to be put down and left with old footprints.