I can only see you

Christmas cake

santa claus is coming to town

Merry christmas!

It's December! My favourite month of the year!
Let me spread a little bit of Christmas cheer. Please put your cursor over the play button and the angel will sing you a song, just put it over, do not click it. To make the song stop, please click the button.
With this simple animated angel, I wish you all Merry Christmas!

Good Evening, will you be my girl?

Snow White

2B pencil, Red faber castell classic

Second Time Around-Lady Gaga

I made it for my new media class assignment.
Although this is an unreleased song, I just love it so much!
I know that I'm still not good at using Flash, but I had so  much fun doing this and I hope I can be better and better

Karapan Sapi (Bull Racing)

"Karapan Sapi"

Yes, I know they look like dogs, or goats, but they're bulls!

BULLS!

My friends been teasing me because of this illustration. I get it, I'm not good at drawing animals! 

Well, all I need is practice

This is a little information about karapan sapi (Bull Racing) :

Madura is famous for bull-racing competitions, where a jockey, usually a young boy, rides a simple wooden sled pulled by a pair of bulls over a course of about 100 meters in ten to fifteen seconds. Several towns on the island hold races in August and September of each year, with a large final for the Presidential Trophy held in Pamekasan in late September or October.

Happy Halloween!

Okay, I know that I'm late by one day, but still, I want to say Happy Halloween!

Jaka Tarub and the 7 nymphs

I guess I just love the Jaka Tarub story very much. I made a drawing of it again.
Here is a scene when Jaka Tarub watched the nymphs coming from the sky

The complete tale :

Jaka Tarub was a handsome and diligent young man. He lived in a village near a lake. One day, when Jaka Tarub passed the lake, he heard some giggles and laughs of some girls who were bathing in the lake. He was curious, so he peeped through the bushes. There were seven beautiful girls in the lake. They’re fairies from the heavenly kingdom of kahyangan. Jaka Tarub saw a scarf near the bushes. It belonged to one of the fairies. Jaka Tarub then took it and hid it.

Crack!!! Accidentally, Jaka Tarub stepped on a twig. “There’s someone!” said one of the fairies. “Let’s get back. Hurry!” she said. They pulled over and wear their scarf. “Where is my scarf?” one of the fairies couldn’t find her scarf. She was the youngest fairy called Nawang Wulan. They tried to search for it, but it was no where to be found. “We’re sorry, Wulan. We have to go back to kahyangan,” said the eldest fairy. “You’ll have to find it by yourself. We’ll wait for you in kahyangan,” she said in empathy. The other fairies then flew to the sky leaving Nawang Wulan behind. Nawang Wulan saw them leaving in tears. She was so sad.

“Excuse me …,” said Jaka Tarub, startling Nawang Wulan. “Are you okay?” he asked. Nawang Wulan moved backward, “Who are you?” she asked. “My name is Jaka Tarub. I was passing by and I heard you crying, so I came to see what happen,” Jaka Tarub lied. Nawang Wulan then told him about her problem. “I can’t fly without my scarf,” she said. Jaka Tarub then asked Nawang Wulan to come home with him. At first, Nawang Wulan refused the offer. But since she didn’t have anywhere else to go, Nawang Wulan then decided to follow Jaka Tarub.

Nawang Wulan stayed with Jaka Tarub in the village. A month passed, and they decided to get married. Nawang Wulan was willing to marry a human because she fell in love with Jaka Tarub. After a year, they had a beautiful daughter. They named her Nawangsih. They lived happily.

Jaka Tarub was also happy to live with Nawang Wulan and Nawangsih. Especially because he always got a lot of harvest since he married Nawang Wulan. He couldn’t even keep all of his harvest in the barn because it was always full. “It’s so weird. Nawang Wulan cooked everyday, but why is my barn always full,” Jaka Tarub mumbled to himself. He was so curious. One day, Jaka Tarub stayed at home. “I want to stay home today. I’d like to play with Nawangsih,” he said to his wife. “Well, I’ll go to the river to wash the clothes. Please keep an eye on Nawangsih,” asked Nawang Wulan. “I’m cooking rice now. Please do not open the pan cover before it’s done,” she said just before she left. “Could this be the secret?” Jaka Tarub thought. After Nawang Wulan left, he curiously opened the pan cover. He found only one single paddy. “How come?” he wondered.

Before lunch, Nawang Wulan came home. She headed to the kitchen to see the rice she had cooked. She found that the rice turned into only a few grains. “Did you open the pan cover?” she asked her husband. “I… I’m sorry. I was curious,” Jaka Tarub said as he realized his fault.

Ever since, Nawang Wulan had lost her power. She couldn’t cook rice with only a single paddy. Their paddy supply was slowly lessened. Their barn was almost empty. One day, Nawang Wulan went to the barn to get some paddy. When she took one of them, she found a scarf. “What’s this? This is my scarf,” said Nawang Wulan startled.

That night, Nawang Wulan asked her husband about the scarf. Jaka Tarub’s eyes widened, “You found it?” he asked. Jaka Tarub looked down and asked for her forgiveness. “Because I’ve found my scarf, it’s time for me to go back to where I belong,” Nawang Wulan said. Jaka Tarub tried to stop her, but Nawang Wulan had made up her mind. “Please take good care of Nawangsih,” she said. “If she wanted to see me, take seven grains of candlenut and put it into a basket. Shake it as you play the bamboo flute. I’ll come to see her,” she explained.

Jaka Tarub promised to take good care of their daughter. He once again asked for forgiveness for all of his mistakes. “I’ve forgiven you, so you don’t have to feel guilty. I must go now. Take care,” said Nawang Wulan as she flew to the bright full moon.***

The truth is I made this for a competition. But the competition requires three ilustrations and I'm not able to complete the tasks in time.
I've been really busy with the assignment I got from college. So... well... I guess I better get back to my business... (sigh)

SI Kelingking (The Pinkie)

Originally I made this for my little brother who's got an assignment to do story telling in front of his classmates. With pictures, The kids can understand the story easier and also attract their interest.
The story title is "Si Kelingking". 'Kelingking' means little finger or pinkie.

Belitung, formerly known as Biliton, is the name of an island in Bangka Belitung Province, Indonesia. It lies east of Sumatra Island, and covers the areas of Belitung and East Belitung districts. There is folklore telling about a spouse who tried to kill their son. The spouse tried so many ways to kill him but they failed. How come they wanted to kill their son? Here is the story of Si Kelingking. *** As the story goes by, there was a poor spouse living in Belitung Island. Though living in destitute, they lived harmoniously. But, their happiness would not be complete yet as they had no son at the time. Every night they offered a prayer to God for a son would come to them immediately. “Dear God… Give us a son, even though he will be as big as pinkie,” they wished. God heard their wishes, just in a short moment, the wife got pregnant. They were so happy to welcome their first son. In several months, the wife gave birth to a son. But, they were shock to know their baby was as big as a pinkie. “Honey… how come our baby is too small?” The wife asked her husband. He kept silent hearing his wife asked. He doubted very much about what was going on. Later on, they remembered their wishes of a son even though as big as a pinkie. “Honey! Do you remember what we wished? We prayed to be given a son even though he will be as big as a pinkie,” he reminded his wife. “Oh my God. Now God has already made our wish come true,” the wife responded. As the time goes by, the son grew older become a six-year boy but nothing changed with his body, he was as big as a pinkie. For that reason, they gave the name Kelingking. In the beginning, they took great care for kelingking but, they felt annoy as he was an eat-too-much boy, contrast with his body. For a meal, he spent about secanting (local term replacing a basin) of rice, even more. Every day, his parent used to face such problem. They had to meet Kelingking`s need but their earnings would be no longer sufficient. For that reason, they intended to murder Kelingking. “My husband! How do we kill him?” the wife asked. “I have a plan” the husband answered. “What is your plan, honey?” the wife questioned curiously. “I`ll take him to a forest tomorrow morning,” the husband replied. “Take him to the forest? What for?” the wife began more curious. Kelingking`s mother let her husband to take Kelingking to a forest on the next day to look for some woods. His father pruned down a big tree in the forest soon after arriving at the forest. “Kelingking, just stand at your position now, I`ll cut this tree right now!” Kelingking`s father said. “Alright dad!” he answered. Out of his consciousness, his father cut down the tree that was directed to him. His father deliberately cut the tree as such so that the tree would fall to him. The tree fell on him. His father looked at him but, did not seem so sad at all knowing the tree bore down on his son. The father was happy knowing the tree bear down upon his son, Kelingking. “Go to hell now…! Ha… ha… ha…!” the father shouted up while laughing and walked closer to the tree. After ensuring that Kelingking had really died, Kelingking`s father went home to his wife. Both looked happy knowing that sound. “Honey…we can live tranquilly now,” the mother made sure her husband. However, they heard a little sound outside their house. “Daddy…daddy…where should I put this timber?” the sound voiced. “Honey! That voice belongs to Kelingking`s voice. He is died, isn`t he?” the mother questioned. “Let`s check it!” the father took his wife to check it. Both were so shock to know Kelingking was still alive. He was carrying on his back a big timber from the forest. “Daddy….! Where should I put this timber?” Kelingking asked. “Just put it there!” the father responded. After shouldering a big timber from the forest, Kelingking immediately ran into his home looking for some foods. He ate too much again after working hard. Both of his parents stood wordlessly did not know what to do after that. Their lives gradually deteriorated. Kelingking ate too much everyday. Then, one day Kelingking`s parents discussed the best solution for eradicating Kelingking. They planned to kill him again. “Honey, what to do now?” the wife seemed so confuse. “I will carry him to a mount to take some stones on the next day,” the father told his wife cheerfully. “Take it easy honey. I am sure it`s gonna done well,” the husband ensured his wife. On the next day, Kelingking`s father took him to a mount to seek for big stones on the slope of the mountain. “Kelingking! Just stand at your position now. I will jack some stones up from the top. Just compile the stones I have lifted up,” the father shouted up from the top of the mount. “Alright dad!” Kelingking replied. Kelingking`s father climbed up the mount while bringing a plane of wood to jack some stones up. The father jacked up some small stones, and gradually, he jacked some big stones. Jacking up the biggest stone, the father pointed it to Kelingking. He wanted to kill Kelingking by befalling the stone on Kelingking. The stone fell down on him. The father walked down the mount ensuring himself that Kelingking had died now. “Kelingking! Kelingking! Kelingking!” The father called Kelingking. There was no answer from Kelingking. The father was really sure Kelingking had died. The father pleasantly went home to tell his wife. However, his wife could not believe it at a moment`s notice. “Are you sure he had really died?” the mother quizzed hesitantly. “Yes, I am sure! I have killed him by dropped him down a big stone,” he answered. “Ohh… I hope he had really died thus we could live happily,” she said happily. In a short moment, there was a sound outside of their house. “Daddy…Where should I put this stone?” the sound asked. “Put it out there,” the father responded unconsciously. Both were so shock and eager to know. They went outside immediately, and saw Kelingking was carrying a big stone. Kelingking then quickly ran into his home looking for some foods as he was really hungry after shouldering a big stone. Kelingking`s parents gave up completely. Both realized that Kelingking came amongst them from hope after a long term of having no son. They realized that one`s death note is solely owned by God. Thus, whatever they did towards Kelingking in term of killing him, if God doesn`t allow, they would fail. After that, they never did such evil deeds towards Kelingking anymore. Kelingking, a boy who was as big as a pinkie, obviously had the incredible power than common people. He was a hardworking boy, and helped his father at all times. He did all of his father`s works thus their daily needs could be met. *** Here this is a story of Si Kelingking from Bangka-Belitung Province, Indonesia. It is a fairy tale bearing highly moralistic values as follow: 1. Keeping away from tendency to underestimate other people. It can be seen in the characters of Kelingking`s parents. They solely looked at Kelingking`s physical. They unfairly judged Kelingking as a son who ate too much hence, they wanted to kill him. Out of their minds, Kelingking obviously bore incredible power than common people. Realizing that fact, Kelingking`s parents began to take great care for him.

Shazam!

I'm learning how to make animated picture with flash now.

I'm just learning so I'm not good yet. I wish I can get better after many practice. 

And here is my first assignment. Please click to see it

Shazam is the name of my group which consist of 4 people including me

The Forgotten, Daisy Bell and Kiss The Rain

"The Forgotten"

I wasn't in my best state when I drew this. But, well... drawing always calm me down.

 "Daisy Bell"

I was reading Dengeki Daisy. In one of the chapters, Kurosaki sung "Daisy Bell". I was curious, so I search for the song at youtube. After that, I learn how to sing it and keep repeating that song. In the end, the song stuck in my head and gave me an idea to drew this. Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do... . Such a cute song!

"Kiss The Rain"

I was listening to Yiruma's "Kiss The Rain" when I drew this. Yiruma really is a great artist! I love his melodies. They're so sweet, tender and perfect for my lullaby.

I couldn't sleep...

It was 2 am in the morning. I've tried closing my eyes but I wouldn't sleep. So, I started doodling on my little sketchbook

 

"Decoy"

"First meeting"

Gypsy girl

My third attempt of coloring with photoshop. I tried to use effect this time. 

papertoy 4

Rhinoceros. 

Cow

Happy Independence day!

Today is my country, Indonesia's independence day.
Happy birthday Indonesia Wish all the best for you

The Farm Gang

Dedicated to my gang

Another Version

Adobe Ilustraror CS3

Well... I know that at the farm there are no Rhinoceros or baboon/monkey.
But what the hell, this is our farm after all.
The second picture is the one I use for my desktop background currently

Catch me!

Faber castell classic, soft pastel, silver poster paint, chinese ink, a little bit of photoshop

Sleeping beauty

I don't really like using computer for coloring. But, today, I tried to do it.

Well, practice make perfect. I will keep practicing so I can get better.

The Star Princess

papertoy 3

I made the duck a house too

Butterfly and rainy heart

I was listening to G Dragon's "Butterfly" when I drew this. The melody is soft and it make me feel like I'm at somekind of place with trees, flower, sunshine and wind.

This one, I drew this while listening to Heo Young Saeng's "Rainy Heart". I have to admit, I messed up pretty bad.
I wanted to make wet effect, and I failed.
I'll try to draw another one

paper toy

I made this paper toy to congratulate my friend's sister.
Actually, the wedding was last year and this work can be counted as my "old" work. But it's really cute (praising myself) and I like it a lot.
Here it is :

Cute isn't it?
nd also, my friends and I just started a little online shop called "Cube Bee". We designed and sell paper toy. Here is our Facebook account: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002410805179#!/profile.php?id=100002410805179
If you're interested, just send us a message or you could just let me know via comment. Give me your e-mail address and I'll message you for details.
This paper toy could be a present for birthday, wedding, anniversary etc.

paper toy 2

Gore version. Sorry for the bad quality. This is the first papertoy I've ever made

Anniversary version. The one who made the background is my friend, Cindy

 

From another angle

I was bored...

I feel sorry for my lecturer, but I just couldn't help it

I guess it's better than sleeping. At least, I listened

last Christmas

I drew this for Christmas last year.

For this year, I'll try to draw a better picture

At The Forest of Dream

2B Pencil, Water colour, Soft pastel

Gang kelinci (The Rabbit Alley)

I made this sequence as an assignment for my graphic design class last semester
It's about a song called "Gang Kelinci" ("the Rabbit Alley")

 "Jakarta, kotaku indah dan megah"

("Jakarta my city, so beautiful and grand")

 "Di situlah aku dilahirkan"

("I was born there")

 "Rumahku di salah satu gang, namanya gang kelinci"

("My house is at one of the alley, the name is Rabbit Alley")

 "Mungkin dulu kerajaan kelinci"

("Maybe it used to be a Rabbit Kingdom")

 "Sekarang rumahnya berjubel"

("Now, the houses are so crowded")

"Anak-anak segudang, grudak gruduk, kayak kelinci"

("So many kids, grudak, gruduk just like rabbits")

Notes : "Grudak, Gruduk" is a sound effect to give picture to people that it's so crowded that people got pressed

Here is a link to hear the actual song:

"Gang kelinci" ("The Rabbit Alley") 

The song was originally sung by Lilis Suryani (R.I.P), an Indonesian Singer. But, since it's so famous, many Indonesian singers has sung it as well

Redesign packaging herbal tea "Sirih Merah"

Original Packaging :

Jasmine flavour :

Lemon flavour :

Mint flavour :