Birthday

Birthday - page 1

Birthday - page 2

Happy birthday, y'all.... And Happy Mother's Day to countries that celebrate it.

Mangoes and Mangosteens

Mangoes & Mangosteens, May 2015

Well, actually, this is about a fair punishment.

We perhaps don't like of being punished someday and in any way we could think of, or we don't want to be in that particular situation but, fair law-penalties are necessary for many people's better future.

The Rowing Song

'The Rowing Song' by Roald Dahl

Some kind of ode to Nepal, whose nature disaster reminds me of the earthquake happened at Yogyakarta some 8 years ago. It was very devastating watched the houses were broken down, newly-built buildings collapsed, no electricity, and people jammed the roads, panicked.

I was told by mail that a huge wave of tsunami came from Hindia Ocean. It was apparently an anonymous junk mail, of course. I was laughed really loud in amongst panicked people that time. 

And I wonder now, what kind of junk message comes around people of Nepal in their handphones from this huge shock? Anyway, I hope for the best for them.

I forgot to mention Louis Edo Kriskelana as my inking-assistant. Thanks, mate!

And the poem was one of Roald Dahl's splendid treasure pile.

Reliable

I think I put pretty bad translation here. Hi hi...

And then, my 5 days Art Challenge is completed. I missed two latest days and posted the works on the sixth and seventh day after I accepted the challenge.

Anyway, enjoy!

South East

Why 'South East'? Well, it's just a random direction occurred in my mind to

emphasize Miss Delia's misread the map.

Operation Room

I wonder in fact, what does a doctor feel after he/she lost his/her patient in O.R?

The Star Belt

A page about excitement of waking up in the morning ^__^ .

Good morning, everyone!

Festival

I don't know if my grammar for the opening line was done correctly or the other way around. Anyway, I hope you know what I mean with the sentence.

Marriage Comic

'About us: Puguh & Sisca'

 I couldn't believe I've lost this comic's master file! All of my hard work, references photos, interview transcripts, doodles, first sketches for more than 5 months went missing. But fortunately I could still download the high resolution renders from our correspondence letters, so I can show it off to people, haha!

A friend of mine was married at October, 2014. He asked me somewhere in April, 2014, to make pages of comic about his and her life before their marriage. I agreed and apparently, I had splendid adventures, trailing the couple's whereabouts some years before with my bike for references. I also had myself visited some places in Yogyakarta that I had never been before.

I broke the script - of which they were willingly and gladly provided - down into 6 parts, each consists of 3 coloured pages. I sent them each part's a draft then proceeded to colorings before continued to the next part. That way, I could easily focused on each story, what I was going to do with it.

I decided to put different colour tone for each part, to enhance the mood of each story, and I think one of the best part is the third (page 7-9) one. The idea of the part is the couple's struggle to earn their relationship, although distance had them separated. One of the only ways to communicate was the short-message-service (SMS or texts). It was just digits and letters, but apparently shorten the couple's distance. One of their meetings was a place called 'Ullen Sentalu', a private museum that took place at near-top of Kaliurang Hill.

I once biked there. It was chilly, 15 km steep and long road to go, but it paid off. I got the mood and photos for reference. Interestingly, it was raining lightly, quite similar with the time the couple had a trip.

The Lady and The Lepidopterae

My siblings captured two caterpillars and feed them with lemon leaves. They apparently turned into chrysalises and then morphed themselves into two beautiful butterflies. The process took around 3 weeks, from small caterpillars until they were ready to take their new adventures with their splendid-coloured wings.

I really wanted to see how they hatched, but alas, I could never have the privilege for both.

It's odd though, the night before the last chrysalis was hatched, my friend's only child was died. The infant was in their family for around a week. I keep wondering about the feeling of a father or a mother whose infant had only come in to the family in a very short time. In fact, I dare not to.

But I know in some ways, butterflies often serves as some kind of... metaphor for spiritual journeys.

Coincidence? Well...