A love story of some sorts

I had the honor of illustrating some take away gifts for my cousin’s upcoming wedding. According to her, their love story was one of very ordinary nature, but after spending an afternoon with them in their new house, I knew there was more to discover. My cousin and her husband have a very quiet and humorous way of interacting with each other and I wanted to illustrate that. Using photos I took around their home, I transformed them into cute characters in their own world.


Traveling Uhto

Was driving towards Davis one day and caught this guy hitching a ride on I-80. Quite unsafe, don’t you think? I drove slowly behind the semi, as to not startle him, but I think he was more worried about his fur getting in his eyes than getting noticed. There’re times when I’ve too “hitched” a ride to my destination the unconventional way. Maybe not to save time, or convenience, but because it was the only means I could get to where I needed to be. Uhto might have sacrificed safety (although I think his fur would help cushion any fall. Plus, could a creature like him get hurt, anyway??) but he taught me that sometimes its necessary to take risks to get to where you want to go.

Uhto at twilight.

Couldn’t tell if he was lost or if he was resting.

I was a bit worried, since it was nearing 8pm and it didn’t seem like Uhto was going anywhere to stay for the night. Did he even stay in the city at all? Or does he just come during the day, like me, and go home after dark?

“Where is your home, Uhto? Do you live here?”
The city may seem especially lonely at night when everyone around you are bustling home to their families, a hearty meal and their comfy beds. I’m glad he looks fuzzy enough to keep himself warm; the autumn wind has only started to pick up recently.

“I hope you have a pleasant evening, then.”
And I walked to the train station to begin my commute home.

Uhto’s grand entrance

I had dinner with a friend one night in the city, and as we were walking back to the train station I caught sight of this fella.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing”
“No. What is it?”
“… it’s nothing.”

It makes me wonder sometimes where creatures like him come from. Maybe he’s a projection from a faraway dimension or just my food coma hallucination. Perhaps he’s something only I can see, but his appearance comes like an interruption. Just when I start to let the seriousness in life start to take hold of me, this creature bumbles into the sharp cityscape like a contradiction. +10 pts if you can guess where this photo was snapped. I didn’t take another shot of him, just out of politeness (no one likes paparazzi antics). I’ve given him a name, for convenience sake, “Uhto”, as in “Uh, totally obvious” but apparently he’s not as obvious as I think he is. Oh, well. See you around, Uhto… I hope.


Breakfast drama fest today. The tots are misbehaving, per usual.

I have this breakfast rule that’s a bit like hobbit eating habits. After waking up at 6am I’ll eat my First Breakfast. After my commute to work I may eat a smaller Second Breakfast. Either way, as long as I eat breakfast, zombie transformation will be halted and I can assume normal life.

Train buddy

You know that feeling of being picked last for dodge ball? How about when all your girlfriends go to the bathroom together but you’re not invited? Or when you find out your family went out to dinner and you’re left back at home? Yea, that’s what I feel like sometimes after riding BART.

On my morning commutes I take the train from one of the first stops, so it gives me the opportunity to pick seats first. Being the polite person that I am, I usually pick the seat closest to the window, and not one of the disability-priority seats. As the ride goes on, the train gets pretty packed, but there are some days, when even by the 5th stop, the seat next to me is still empty. Nothing is worse than watching people step on the train to bypass you to become someone elses’ morning commute buddy. Even more ridiculous is when they prefer to stand than sit next to you and the train is already full. Seriously, give me a perfume-reeking girl, snoring oji-chan or squirmy kid — I JUST WANT TO FEEL LOVED.

Zombie Dreams

I have zombie dreams. Often. I’ve been having zombie dreams before they became the next “Big Thing” after pretty elves, men in shiny skin-tight leather, dirty pirates and sparkly vampires. I tried looking up on the internet what it meant to dream about zombies and the best it could come up with was, “you are running away from a lot of sh*t”. If zombies were chasing you, you’d run, too. But I’m not running away from anything; in my dreams I’m hacking away at these gross beings, saving my friends from being eaten, and basically just being a bad ass. I’m also kind of mean, in a realistic down-to-earth way. If somebody got bitten, you’re gone. Even if you’re my best friend. … sorry?