Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Captain Badass at his office desk at Ogilvy.

#75 going home.

Trying out watercolours with the ever portable water brush. Kinda tricky painting in the bus.

Friday, September 26, 2008

An old picture i dug up that i found interesting. Yes the patterns are a screen capture from itunes.

A coloured sketch from sketchbook. Pen on paper and photoshop.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

A drawing using scribbler.

A old comic idea for a marketing newsletter that did not run. It's about how some stores these days also use smell to sell their products.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Angela's birthday. Pen and brush on paper. Colour adjustments in photoshop.

Friday, September 12, 2008

a slice of life comic about random conversations in the life of green men.

Thursday, September 11, 2008


It stood at a rundown mall on a busy street, its side stained by spilled beer and vomit. Perhaps it was the saturation of human emotion that one day made it sentient. It became to see the people who came to use it. The hopefulness of those taking photos for their passport, or their college applications, or their resume. Or the wild euphoria of the young folks that jammed into the sitting area. It sometimes wished it could tell them not to crush inside, but never found the will. It began to add little embellishments to the photographs it did, adjusting the lighting to make folks look better. It wanted to make people smile, but didn't know how. It began to get bolder, adding little embellishments to their photographs. Little flutters in one of the photographs, floating angels, even removing what it thought were ugly moles. But it never quite knew if the good that it did ever really helped.

Written by Dave Chua. Illustrated by Drewscape (2007).

So this all begins with a dream. I'm waiting for an elevator, with my mother and sister. My mother is carrying my nephew, and my sister, someone else. For some reason, I get a baby handed to me as well. It's an odd looking creature, with a huge head and a very small body. The elevator doors open, and just as I'm about to get in, I notice that one of its limbs is flaying about in a particular way. I realise that it's like the leg of an octopus. The other people in the lift are impatient. I get in. The baby wakes up and is crying furiously. The lower portion of its body is like an octopus, wildly flaying around. It starts to crawl out of my hands, and I desperately try to catch it, even as the baby cries cover the whole lift. Everyone around me is pressed to the sides at this sight. My hands constantly go under it, as this octopoid baby tries to crawl away again and again.

Written by Dave Chua. Illustrated by Drewscape (2007).

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

At uncle winston's birthday party. Brush pen and photoshop.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Hi all, the first issue of OICOMIX is out! This small self-published comic includes 7 black and white short stories and ramblings by Anngee, Cherie, Drewscape, MrB, Seiji, Xin and Adeline. Each book will cost $8 and has only a small limited number of copies available. Get your copy at the OIC Portrait day stall at Maad this Saturday, 6 Sept 2-7pm!