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Scratch ‘n Sniff.


2011
03.07

Scratch 'n Sniff

I remember with fond recall the glorious days of the ’70s and ’80s, when I would receive these nifty little Scratch ‘n Sniff stickers from my grade school teachers as rewards for a job well done. They were actually a totally cool concept, and surely smelled like the item they portrayed, be it a bunch of grapes, a banana or even a slice of apple pie. The grape ones were my favorite, and their aroma lasted way past the lifetime of the sticker, whose surface I typically scratched away until the image was practically gone. So pungent was the smell, that often times I would get a whiff of that grape flavor just by handling the folder whose cover the sticker gracefully adorned. Just by writing that, in fact, I can conjure up that smell like I have the folder in front of me. That’s amazing.

Sigh. Yes, these silly stickers were a total hallmark of ’70s and ’80s childhoods, and I wonder how prevalent they are today. In homage to one of my childhood treasures, I’ve decided to make my own version of a smelly stickie—sprinkled, of course, with my own brand of humor. What do you think this one smells like?

Two-panel Comics, circa 1976.


2011
01.29

Comics

When I see this, I think of my dad, because he always told me to write the date on my comics, as shown in some of my other illustrations. This illustration, though, was probably done before I could even understand what a “date” was. Either way, it would’ve been nice to know when this was made.

I’m guessing it’s about 1975–76, due to the lack of detail in the vehicles. But it is good evidence of my childhood fascination with machinery, aircraft, and especially military aircraft and the wanton destruction they’re capable of. I’m also quite certain this is before I saw Star Wars, which made a huge impact on the subject matter of my illustrations for a long, long time.

I picked up on the whole numbering/comic sequence thing from my dad, who had a whole collection of comic strips he’d done in the Philippines in his younger days. He was a huge comic book fan and that definitely carried over to me—not in the sense of comic collecting but definitely in the sense of comic-making.

The first scene is pretty domestic. A helicopter lowers a hook and picks up a large container. This was definitely inspired by the Sikorsky S-64 Skycrane, which I’d seen in books and owned a small die-cast replica of. It’s ability to lift a huge metal box and have it fit squarely in its belly totally fascinated me, and although it’s not necessarily illustrated in this comic, I know the Sky Crane was definitely behind it.

Now onto the comic below it, which exposes the “BOY boy” side of me—yes, the one who dug whistling bombing raids from loud, menacing prop-driven droning bombers which buzzed like gigantic killer bees in the sky, raining death and destruction onto its helpless victims below—in this case, a small military sea craft whose deck is adorned with two turrets. Let’s take a closer look.

And look—right behind the boat, a spectacle of innocent natural beauty amongst the chaos. A dolphin arcs gracefully out of the water. Aww.

But what’s this? A nuclear sub also lurks beneath the surface. What is it doing there? On whose side is it?

In the second panel the mystery deepens. The boat explodes, its hull split in half with a capital BAM, but which ship inflicted the damage?

Did the bombs indeed hit their designated target, or did the sub take a clear shot at point blank range? Or, was the sub in support of the seafaring vessel and did it fire in defense of its ally after it got bombed? Is it a surface-to-air (SAM) missile, headed for the passing bomber? Perhaps we’ll never know.

Paint me red.


2011
01.27

paint me red

The only real painting I ever did was when I took a painting class in Cerritos College in the late ’90s, which was a lot of fun. These days my kid’s done more painting than I ever have, thanks to his large easel and sprawling collection of tempera paint bottles. Oh yeah, we’ve given him all kinds of avenues for his creativity to take leisurely strolls on, and he takes ‘em.

So while he was busy brushing away one afternoon, I went ahead and did a little something of my own. I dug it. I should start painting again.

Bye bye water!


2010
12.30

Join Fred the Freshwater Drop as he bids a fond and friendly farewell to the world’s water supply…or perhaps to humanity itself. Embrace your fate in style…with a smile.

Fun with Filipino.


2010
07.21

The Wonderful World of Alcohol

What Would ZOD Do?


2010
03.30

What Would Zod Do?

Disneyland is a great place to do market research. I wore my “What Would ZOD Do?” shirt Sunday and it got some great reactions. My attempt to describe them in detail:

  • Look of mild annoyance, perhaps residual irritation due to long day, long lines, bratty kids, nagging spouse, or maybe just outright hatred of geeks, Zod or filipino males. “You and your stupid nerd shirt can kiss my ass and go to hell.
  • General look of disinterest. “I don’t know who the hell Zod is and I don’t care.
  • Look of concern.”Why Zod instead of Jesus? What makes him so important?
  • Look of slight amusement. “Hmm, that’s strange. Who is that?
  • Look of slight amusement, followed by pensive thought and search for familiarity. “What would Zod do…wait, where have I seen that?
  • Look of amusement followed by thought then recognition. “What would Zod do…Zod? Zod. Zod? Oh yeahhhh…Superman.
  • Look of amusement, followed by thought, recognition, and stifled enthusiasm. “What would Zod do?? Wait..oh yeah, Superman! Oh that’s funny. Wait, I can’t dare show those around me how big a nerd I am. Straight face, straight face.
  • Instant recognition followed by a visible smile. “Hehe…Zod. Cool.
  • Total oblivion as to who Zod is, but appreciation of random content followed by curiosity. “What would ZOD Do? What the…who is Zod? I gotta Google that.

So far, this shirt has received three comments of praise (but not at Disneyland). Two of them knew who Zod was immediately, while the third thought the shirt was in praise of the movie Zardoz. Although he was wrong initially, he still got it afterwards, which led to a good 10 minutes or so of geeking out. Yay.

I Was A Teenage Filipino Skinhead: Previews for Issues #11-15.


2010
03.27

*Note: These are preview spreads only. If you haven’t yet, you can purchase issues #1-10 by clicking here!

I Was A Teenage Filipino Skinhead: Issue #11 preview

(Click on images for full-size versions) In Issue #11, I introduce Gino’s, which was the spot to be for L.A.’s mods, rudies and skinheads in the mid- to late-’80s. Located on Vine just North of Santa Monica Blvd. (now the training center for Manny Pacquiao), I must’ve spent every freakin’ weekend here between 1986 and 1988.

I Was a Teenage Filipino Skinhead: Issue #12 preview

In Issue #12 I chronicle my amazement on how different the mods danced from the rudies. When rudies simply skanked to their hearts content any which way they wanted, mods were very, very dedicated to accomplishing a certain type of style in their strut, and the best mods had some crazy power moves.

I Was a Teenage Filipino Skinhead: Issue #13 preview

Issue #13 recalls the frequent frustration I had with my parents and relatives constantly regaling me with outrageously trendy (or so I felt, at least) duds which I wanted nothing to to do with. Of course, my dad being frugal king of the universe, was more than happy to adopt my unwanted threads, as much as I was to adopt his old ones. Win win.

I Was a Teenage Filipino Skinhead: Issue #14 preview

Issue #14 introduces Fender’s Ballroom as yet another hot spot of the mod, ska and even punk scenes of L.A., although you would never see punks at a mod show or vice versa. No Doubt, with their blazing ska debut, really turned heads (especially Gwen, who had all the boys drooling). One particular show was visited by some not-so-friendly “nazi” skinheads. This was my first encounter with them.

I Was A Teenage Filipino Skinhead: Issue #15 preview

One could almost not mention Fender’s Ballroom without fond recall of the At Ocean Motel, which many a scenester crashed after the weekend shows. If you thought the Fender’s shows were crazy, staying at that motel was sometimes even crazier.

Update May 28, 2011: #11-13 are finished, #14 and 15 are just about done. Sorry for such the delay, but life’s been hectic! By the way, you can purchase issues #1-10 right here on my blog—just click here!

Oh, and for those of you just getting hip to this, you can also follow me on my Facebook page. Thanks for dropping in.

Las ijas de Zapatero


2009
09.29

las ijas de zapatero

It’s hardly ever that I tap into the mainstream media, but after seeing this post dealing with the scandal over the apparent exposure of Spain’s prime minister Zapatero’s “goth” daughters, I just had to look into it.

I guess there was this big ol’ deal over their drab, “monstrous” appearance, sparking a media wildfire across the world. In desperation, the government tried to eradicate any existing photographs of the daughters, but I was able to get my hands on one of the only remaining ones.

Ugh…I almost lost my lunch when I took a look…it’s terrible that these grotesque monstrosities of nature revealed themselves shamelessly to the innocent eyes of the world. They should keep them locked in the basement. I remember seeing these same “goth” types in high school, and I avoided them like the plague. To see these horrifying images again conjures up truly frightening times.

Barf.


2009
09.25

barf_issue#1

It’s been a long time coming, but I’ve finally finished another art project which I’d worked on three years ago. Oh yeah, this was pre-baby, back in the days when I actually had time to work on stuff. So enjoy it while it lasts.

Barf Issue #1 is the result of a 30-day project in which I drew every weekday for my lunch breaks (30 mins. each) on a blank 8.5 x 11 paper. Completely random and spontaneous, just the way I like things. More details to come…heh, when I have time. Buy it on Etsy!

Pacquiao Will Pac You Up!


2009
09.13

Pacquiao Will Pac You Up!

It’s been a long time since I’ve made a t-shirt. But since the rise of Manny “Pac-Man” Pacquiao, I just had to make something to honor my new hero. And what better way than to do it in true “pinoy pasyon,” complete with the thick, garlic-and-soy-sauce laden accent so familiar to 2nd-gen “Flams” (Filipino-Americans) like myself and millions of others, who may not know hardly a word of Tagalog but can mimic that accent in an instant, simply because they were raised with it.

And in this case, that particular accent is what one must have genuine mastery of in order to truly understand the message which so proudly adorns the front of the shirt.

Nevertheless, limited quantities are available. Order one in time for the Pacquiao/Cotto fight in November.

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