Tiny ropes

One of my anti-superpower is I draw so slow. Specially when I want to sketch out fast ideas. It’s draft mode, It should be quickly. But I got trapped in unnecessary details, etc.

This is an exercise to do a draft of this idea in just a few minutes. Let Future Me (or my trained monkey assistant) handle the polish version other day.

Layers of Thailand

Thailand is a strange lover. At first, it gives you the best welcome, with open arms. Everything feels magical, every corner a new discovery. The baht bills in your wallet, the rhythm of the BTS, the fruit vendors on every street or the aesthetic, to mention a few of the most recognizable details. Even the most ordinary things like a simple sidewalk or a battered bridge in Bang Na become endearing!

But Thailand has many layers. The deeper you go, the more you realize there’s a core you will never reach. That place is not for you. A Thai essence that belongs only to them, where you will always be a farang. What if Thailand never truly wanted me? What if it only lets me stay the outer layers?

I don’t mind at all.  I’ve never truly belonged anywhere, never fit into any place or culture (free me from that). And honestly, those outer layers of Thailand are the perfect place for me, so… excellent!

Mixed notes from Bangkok

With a beautiful Thai postcard.

Mega Space Molly

Colorful Space Molly throws a joy-beam at dark Junji Ito character. What a mix.

Little Molly spreads love and exploration feeling.

Mixed notes around stupa

Mixed notes under the supervision of Space Molly.

I really like this style. It's much fun and freedom to fill a page. But there is a high risk that the result would be a disaster.

Bangkok buses tickets

When I grow up, I want to be a full-time shaman. 

I’d open a small, old shop in Chinatown filled with potions. I’d treat the customers quite badly so they wouldn’t even dare to ask questions. I’d research and create my own potions, and for that enjoyable task, I would dedicate a secret notebook full of notes. 

So when there are no customers in the shop—hopefully almost always—I’d have plenty of time to work on my notes and other shaman tasks.

These Bangkok bus tickets are a great washi tape.