Art Materials, Journal

Getting my brush wet with Daniel Smith paints

Guess who finally decided to try out the Daniel Smith paints?

To be entirely honest, my curiosity has seen me spend a good amount of money for my watercoloring obsession lately. I’m pretty happy with the 36 watercolor palette I got myself recently (thoughts on that upcoming), but for the life of me I cannot shake off my desire to test out these paints.

Daniel Smiths are highly regarded as one of the best paints in the watercoloring world. Many artists actually declare it THE best. I can’t say much about that having tried none of the other expensive famous brands, but when I saw that DES Artroom were selling these Dot Charts I closed my eyes and clicked buy.

This 238 Dot Chart cost me Php 1,444 with shipping, but I figured it sure beats getting the set of primaries for the same price, or getting the set of 6 essentials for double the price. Primaries are colors I already have, and what I wanted more than anything was to see the unique colors Daniel Smith were offering.

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Art Materials, Journal, Traditional Art

Peerless Watercolor First Impressions

I’ve been super obsessed with watercolor lately and I’ve been thinking about art materials nearly every waking moment when I’m not at work. Going through videos on YouTube, I stumbled upon this interesting thing called the Nicholson’s Peerless Transparent Watercolor

It’s basically a set of coated cardstock-like paper originally used to color-grade films. Apparently it is long-lasting and extremely pigmented. I bought a pack of 40 colors from Artwhale.ph called the “Bonus Pak”.  

Due to their popularity as a watercolor medium nowadays, people have been making their own palettes using cut-up portions of these Peerless papers. They cut them into 1-inch squares and stick them on watercolor paper folded to look like a little booklet.

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Artworks, Fashion & Beauty, Journal

A flower that blooms late is still a flower

I’ve always felt like an ugly duckling. My teenage years weren’t particularly shining ones, and to tell you the truth the single thing I remember most from my grade school experience is being heavily bullied during sixth grade for being fat and ugly. It’s a common occurrence among girls I think, having experiences that break their self-esteem into pieces. But I’m a firm believer that there’s always a silver lining in everything. There’s an eye-opener. That much I can attest to.

If you get through all that in one piece you come out stronger. You stop taking crap from anyone. You don’t back down when you don’t deserve to be treated poorly. You don’t let them walk all over you or call you degrading names. You never allow people to make you feel inferior, and in turn that puts a satisfying plug into their own superiority complex. Aside from a much stronger personality, perhaps an equally important lesson the experience taught me was to start embracing a healthy lifestyle. I lost a lot of weight and tapped into the athletic side I knew was hidden beneath. Now instead of lethargic and slow I am strong and quick on my feet. I bet I have the stamina to run circles around those old bullies of mine who are now more heavy-set than I am.

After making adjustments to my life, I slowly became more accepting of my appearance. It’s not perfect but there are a lot of things I love about me: my height, my long limbs, my eyes, my lips… I really hate how frizzy my hair is though. I also hate that I still get acne at 23. But I’ve learned that all these issues concerning outward appearances are things that can be solved. It’s what’s inside you that can’t easily be retouched or concealed. If you’re ugly on the inside then how pretty you look isn’t going to matter at the end of the day.

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The truth is because of that teenage experience, I did spend a long time hating the way I looked, so much that it became a habit. A norm. It took a while for me to break out of that mindset. It took a while for me to start seeing the beauty in me. And after coming to terms with myself to a great degree, I started getting interested in all the “prettifying” things I used to roll my eyes at. That in itself is another strange sort of coming of age experience for me.

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