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This diagram meant to provide a brief a description of a taro plant and its various parts. There may be inaccuracies.

For an in depth diagram I recommend visiting the Hawaii Bishop Museums website.

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Posted: July 10, 2009 in Artwork, School


Oil Pastels



Big Blue Flower

Posted: July 6, 2009 in Artwork, School

I love to dance around my house in my underwear when no ones looking. What does that have to do with this flower? Absolutely nothing.


Radial Symmetry 3

Posted: June 15, 2009 in Artwork, School

It’s certainly been a while. (A whole month in fact). Anyway I finally got around to taking photos of all my art work this past year for General Art. This is a colored and supersized version of this work done in September of 08.



School Lunch Poster

Posted: September 20, 2008 in Artwork, School
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Somewhere along my high school career I acquired the ideology that the school cafeteria completely fails at making a tasty delicious lunch. Sure it was healthy, but tasty? No. It was only until this school year that my cafeteria actually began to make some decent changes.  They brought in a salad bar for the vegetarians and a sandwhich cart. It’s not the biggest change but at least it’s a start.

This poster is mainly about how much school lunch “sucked” before this year.  I made this poster last year during my advertising art class, but haven’t posted it anywhere until now. It’s done in my usual cartoonish style and not targeted towards advanced art.

Feel free to use this poster around your own campus should you wish.  It takes up quite a bit of ink though.

My Hero, My Mother

Posted: August 14, 2008 in Brain Ecstasy, School
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My English teacher recently asked me to write an essay about what I think a hero is.  Below is the completed assignment expressing my personal definition.  The experiences and thoughts expressed here are quite personal.  Feel free to leave your comments but please keep them positive. Remember, there are always two sides to a coin. Your opinion may be different then mine.

My Hero, My Mother

Everyone in the world has a different opinion about what a hero is. They come in many shapes, sizes, have different characteristics, values, and beliefs. For me, a hero is someone who is willing to put a hundred percent effort into protecting you from pain. They will stop at nothing to provide you with the security of safety; and will share with you the knowledge required for survival. A hero doesn’t have to have impeccable character, high importance in society, or have a classic sandwich named after them in the local pub. A hero just needs to be someone who cares for your happiness and loves you for being yourself. My mother is my hero.

I was about ten years old when I first realized how much of a hero my mother was. I began to understand that the consequences and discipline inflicted on me was not in hatred, but to teach me a simple lesson about life skills. I recall a time back when I was around five or six where I threw an enormous tantrum about eating my vegetables. Being the hero that my mother is, she made me eat every last carrot, pea, and broccoli there was on my plate. At the time I thought that she was just a cruel parent forcing her kids to eat something utterly repulsive. In reality she taught me so many things about life from that single instance: how to have self control, how to keep a healthy diet, and most importantly how to sneak vegetables into my napkin under the table. Till this day mother’s heroic lesson about life skills is continually exhibited in my teenage career. It is because of my mother’s lesson that I try to discipline myself to do things that I would otherwise procrastinate from. Like the undesirable task of eating vegetables; doing my homework and chores before enjoying going out with friends is only second nature.

As my hero my mother has gone out of her way to make sure my happiness is always fulfilled. During my childhood my favorite holiday was Christmas. Like every child, I used to wake up extra early on Christmas morning just to see what Santa had left under the tree. There was never a time where I had woken up to disappointing present-less stocking or missing poorly wrapped package with the scribbled “love Santa” embroidered on the side. She had really made me feel that this magical being was coming every year to drop off that present under the Christmas tree. What really made my mother an outstanding hero is that Santa’s present was always ten times better than her own. She’d even act surprised when I beamed a huge smile after unwrapping the present to find just what I wanted. My mother is a hero in the sense that she didn’t hesitate to make me happy. She didn’t ask for anything in return for my glowing Christmas smile, or even dare to take credit for Santa’s doing. The satisfaction upon my face was all that was necessary to suffice my mother’s actions.

When I was about ten years old my mother had gotten me and my brother scooters. A short time after I had fallen off while neglecting my mother’s caution to ride slowly. This minor accident felt like my legs had suffered from a miniature explosion and my arms were badly severed. My mother knew that it was only a small cut and bruise and it would only take days for it to heal. However I insisted that I had broken my wrists and that we needed to go to the hospital immediately. Without a single hesitation she led me into the car and drove straight to the hospital. After spending countless hours in a seemingly endless process of sitting and waiting, the doctor released me with only a few bandages. My heroic mother couldn’t protect me from the pain of getting hurt but she made sure that she did every possible thing to negate the effects. As my hero she comforted me when I was in pain, and when I needed her most. She was able to provide me with a sense of security giving me the confidence that everything would be alright.

My mother is a hero not because of what she offers to the world, but what she offers to me. She makes me feel like I am the most important person in the world. I know that she would drop anything in the world if it meant protecting me from being hurt. My mother has given me the knowledge required to be a successful productive member of society. She has taught me to love the skin that I’m in, and never to be afraid of expressing my personality. My mother is my hero, even without her own personal sandwich.

Back to School

Posted: August 3, 2008 in School

I’ll be heading back to school tomorrow so there will be a slow down in posts.  Which you may have already noticed.  Don’t worry though, I’m taking several art classes this year and will be posting up my work over the course of the year.  I’m sure you’ll find that my drawing style is a little different than my computer drawing style.  I don’t really know why that happens.

Anyway hopefully you’ll all stick around for another year.  There’s lots to talk about and I’ll be sure to keep you all updated.  I’ll probably posting a few drawings up tomorrow because I’m bound to get bored in one of the many required courses I have to take.