My Portfolio

Artistic Philosophy:  There are two concepts in art: the world as we see it and the world we see within.  Somewhere between the two is an interpretation of beauty in harmonious synchronicity that play to our hearts, a calling that transcends time. 


Awards Won from Contests:

1st Place FSUSD 9-12th Book Contest

1st Place FSUSD Poster Contest

 

Grand Prize YAZ My Skin Design Contest


Grand Prize Client' Photo "Break the Mold" Contest

1st Place Sugarloot's Best Self Portrait Contest

1st Place Sugarloot's Simple Plan Meez Contest

1st Place Ceehive's Valentine's Day Contest

1st Place Fila's "How Do You Fila" Contest

1st Place Instructable.com's "Snow" Contest

2nd Place 96.5 KOIT's "Wicked Halloween Costume" Contest

2nd Place LeeRaito.com's "Pay It Forward Charity" Blog Contest
http://leeraito.com/charity-blog-contest/

2nd Place Post-It's 30th Anniversary "Life as Art" Contest

2nd Place Instructable.com's "Mexican Food" Contest

Winner PF Chang's "Home Menu" Sweepstakes/ Contest


Weekly Winner Kellogg's "Pop-Tart Pop It Forward" Contest

Winner Annie's Naturals Recipe Contest Video Contest

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWP953oijNw

Winner Kikkoman's "How Do You Ponzu?" Contest

Contest Runner up Instructable.com's "April Fool's" Contest

Contributions:

Applesauce Editor, 3 "Untitled" Arts, "In the Dark" Poem

Not So Dead Poet's Society Art ,"Untitled" Art

Solano College's Moon Over Buffalo Theatre Presentation, "Wardrobe Constructor"

Solano College's Time Warp: A Movement through Time Fashion Show Spring 2014, "Costume Designer" and "Flyer Designer"

 

 

Youtube channel: Tofu911

http://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2DJy1k9Cp2tbEw8Fpwkp0g

Baking and Cooking:

 

Artwork:



Writing Samples:

Excerpt from Short Story "Natural Winds"
    I was outside playing alone late one afternoon when I spotted the blue bully. His head was jammed under a dark baseball cap in addition to the same blue jacket he always wore. But I could not get to him. He was reluctantly tagging behind his pregnant mother who was pushing a squeaky, fall-apart stroller. Slouched uncomfortably inside the stroller was his big baby sister. I watched as his mother’s long brown skirt shook in the early winter winds. Each strained step was an effort to roll her belly stone forward. Even with the winds, I could still hear the belly thumping into the cement. They were probably out to get some groceries, most likely milk for the overgrown sister. As I continued to watch the three against the winter winds, I re-remembered something; the boy did not have a father. The natural winds subsided in me and I ran home to Dao.


Poem

Burning Stick
A stick, a stick, what is a stick but a dead branch.
Ah, light it on fire and it burns like a torch,
a torch so bright, so many days & nights.

Run we shall & run we have.
Through the doors,                now swung
OPENed, an eye staring widely at me. That pyramidal eye.
Speak to me of your means & intentions.
What of ANUIT COEPTIS. Who is He
 who has approved of your undertaking?

Across the globe, a plain,
a plain of great Jars scattered among a million
mines. Still waiting to claim those who dare to pass,
And pass into the astral world they go.

No one speaks of truth among Stonehenge.
And a whole world disappeared. Tell me why
the blood still runs thick on the granite stones.
Were they merely bodies or were they souls?

Here They kicked a ball. The ball rolled & rolled
& time unfolded. A speck of spark did fly.
And flew it did, to mortals it stayed.
Of ashes, of earth, like clay we were made.
The fire that burns, because we are lit on fire, is how
deep & dark the red of my blood flame. And I
still running wild,                    a burning stick.