weak (Inktober 15)

“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” – 2 Corinthians 12:9‭-‬10


tranquil (Inktober 02)

“…And then it explodes into this enormous collage of what this present moment looks like… what it feels like and what it sounds like… And in this moment we are perfect, we are whole and we are beautiful.” – Jill Bolte Taylor, My Stroke of Insight

poisonous (Inktober 01)

So after I finished the House of Illustration’s #DrawingADay challenge, I realized there’s Inktober. I’ve never participated in Inktober before but I decided to give it a try. Inktober has a daily theme for the entire month but I don’t think I’ll be doing this daily.

Here’s my first Inktober work:

“The real world is in a much darker and deeper place than this, and most of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.” – Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle


The House of Illustration had a drawing challenge for the month of September. The catch? Each drawing must be a square inch only. This challenge was inspired by illustrator John Vernon Lord who, in 2016, did miniature drawings for the entire year.

Here’s all of ’em tiny drawings:


in a few minutes
it will come
crashing down upon us,
heaving on us
a million sighs
and exhalations,
blurring the borders
between shapes,
dissolving all sense
of distance,
coalescing colors
into a uniform shade
of gray.


because, in the end,
we can never
imagine what awaits —
it is asking a fish
to dream
of interstellar flight —
and all the colors
wrought by our
triumphs and tragedies
are as limited
as visible light
when there exists
beyond the spectrum
waves and particles
in every breadth
of the universe,
the known
and unknown.

and so we ask that you show us.
cause us to discern, even
a sliver of the sublime,
that we may trade
the light that we see
for all that we cannot see