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The Cure


The droplets on my head,

Like tears over what was said,

The more hurt was spoken,

The more love was broken,

You came with cool mildness,

You cured me with your kindness,

Love bloomed again, 

So stay awhile then forever remain,

I will love you like there is no tomorrow, 

For I know time is a- borrow

– m a r i f o s q u e

06 – 11- 2013

For D. W

Breeze and Fire under the Moon

Lovely though lonely, the breeze gracefully dances,
Oblivious to evil, twirls around in foxy stances.
Versatile and warm, the fire yet suffocates alone,
Evanescent spark of happiness, soon cold as stone.
Bespoke reunion of two wills meant for each other,
Igneous tango, breeze has passion, fire the desire.
Resplendent beauty, pure in the Beltane’s twilight,
Devoted love in fiery frolics, a blissful delight.
Sublime in the moonlit night, two hearts, one hearth.
-David Wadoux
Thank you for your contribution Mr. Wadoux :-*

Roots 1: Illustration: Pencil and Watercolor

This is a continuation from the last post:

I was able to unplug for the weekend and it was great! However, I wasn’t able to smell the roses because it was moderately raining. It is uncommon for January to have a storm in the country, but we have, so I guess the weather patterns certainly have changed.

The weather also affected my work but in a minute way. The speed for the paper to dry and stretch took me an hour or two to be completely done, whereas during dry periods  it will take only a couple of minutes. So while waiting for the paper to set, I doodled some more and created another artwork in conjunction to this one. I shall post them next time.

After the paper was mounted and stretched, it rained accompanied with cool bursts of lazy wind wafting in through the windows and the open door that I lost a couple of hours. I fell asleep in Saturday’s cool relaxing afternoon.

So it’s only this Sunday morning that I was able to finish it, and here is the progression of the work made.





This is the end of the initial sketch. I can still edit this during painting.


For the skin tone, I colored the darkened areas in yellow. Later it will blend easily smoothing the tones. I am sorry that I wasn’t able to produce images from the production in between.







Close up.

This is my interpretation of Venus emerging from the sea sans the shell.


– M A R I F O S Q U E

Roots: Going back to Traditional Art


As a professor and adviser of Multimedia Arts it’s part of my work to be dealing with computers and graphic software. Although we teach traditional skills in drawing and illustrations, it is highly overshadowed with the computer software for enhancement. I cannot disagree with this as the computer does the work faster in some cases.

So each day I am committed in front of the monitor coming up with various designs and artworks, challenging myself and the students to come up with optimal works.  However as the school began this year after the holidays, I have just been checking thesis papers,  submitting lesson plans, and exams. That said, it’s becoming boring once again.

Therefore I am in the procrastinating mood. But things must change. I want to go back to my artistic roots.

Understand that I am “old school” when it comes to illustrations yet I also know the value and usefulness of the computer. It’s just that it has been a while since I touched an actual pencil, and I do believe that behind every successful graphic artwork is a very good hand drawing skill.

So I started this personal project to keep me unplugged for at least two days. I want to spend my weekends quietly and in my kitchen where I work as I eat, occasionally coming out the apartment to smell the roses, literally, when my hand grows tired.  This is a  personal challenge. This project is to recreate the Goddess Venus, as I see her. So far I have two  ideas in my head and this is the one I started this afternoon.

It’s been months since my last post on illustrations. And soon I shall post the progress along with more poetry.


This is Venus as she emerges from the sea.


I Am Poet

I am poet, I am rhyme,

I am word seductress in time,

I am simple with inspiration,

I adore you, ‘muse you with affection.

I am woman of age one and thirty,

I own quill pens for living worthy,

I am pale and dark combination,

I am Goth with poems for libation.

I worship us and I worship the moon,

I sing songs of spells and words to boon,

I will love you if you let me, let us duet,

I am painter, dream-weaver, lover, and poet

– m a r i f o s q u e


The Crab King: Moleskine Doodle

For Anna Jean

For Anna Jean: Happy Birthday!:) Remember the Crab King 😀

The Ice King

ice king

Cold steel eyes and platinum hair,

Stature of a god with a mortal air,

Most look up to him revere in awe,

Except for me who knows his flaw

Gaze unperturbed like glass water,

Complexity in life to him a matter,

Women desire him like no other,

Yet only one does he dare bother

When days come end with a moon,

Ice king lifts hand to write a croon,

Venus sits strumming her lone guitar,

He sends his lyrics borne from afar

She smiles, reads, and sees vital flaw,

Icy nature warmed by august mountain,

He broke his reverie and despondent law,

For velvet embraces flow in love’s fountain

– Marifosque

Spanish Mornings

spanish morning

I woke up to Spanish mornings,

Yet between us is Foreign Time,

His smile and candor is longing,

So we talked over tea with lime


Pine like there is no tomorrow,

You smile our tires and remain strong,

I do same, for time is borrow

These conflicts will not be meant long


Apart we live for a future,

We cry but must remain distant,

No tears! no tears! This is not cure,

Hold in or he comes here instant


Time comes and I now have to leave,

Breakfast ends your Midnight forlorn,

Smile, you say and always believe:

Soon we wake to real Spanish morn

– Marifosque

por Javier 

dormir con la certeza de que eres amado

sleep with the knowledge that you are loved,  x

Red Queen

Who’s Got the time?

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