5/29/2009

Bichitos curiosos

Since I have a new table to work in my room I'm the happiest girl there can be



I sit there and spend long minutes watching at it, feeling the joy of having it, dreaming I could be doing lots of things, such as creating new characters, drawing my dreams



But instead of actually drawing or painting I discovered little creatures living in my room



Such a wonderful thing they are! Staying still for me to watch them closely... until I realized they're, well, dead. Poor things!





Goodnight little bugs. Tomorrow I'll look for new things to closely look at.

5/28/2009

Al natural

Today I made a photography exercise based on searching textures and colours from nature. I wish I could have a kick ass macro and a top quality camera, of course, but ain't that bad, though.







Next two are my favourites. There's something about them that makes them look so nice.





I wish I known when the little spiders are going to born.





Next was really tricky, because of the light.


The texture on next one is amazing, also the colour.


5/21/2009

If I...

Some have lots of imagination, or maybe is an idle mind. I'm not sure.

If I stop wondering things, would that means I'm dead ? Or my soul is ? I'm not sure.

Where does my mind leads me anyway ?

Lots of questions

Tons of imagination

I'm not sure



If i... from Tim Brown on Vimeo.

5/13/2009

Bêtes sauvages

Je suis une bête sauvage, une enfant terrible, une rêveuse.





Je ne suis pas une animal domestique, une fabulatrice, une belle poupeé





Today I did nothing much.


I can't think about anything except... all those questions I have right now and can't answer.


We been talking about when we were kids. I remember that I never wanted to grow up, never wanted to fall in love, I wanted to be an enfant terrible, like Max , imagining things, going wild, having lots of adventures... and I grew up, fell in love, once, twice, again and again; and there are days when I can't be a child anymore, the days I can are priceless.

5/12/2009

Baba Yaga & music




Today I made my entry for Baba Yaga's exchange. I still can't take Bilibin's work out off my head. I must admit I get really desperate because is pretty difficult to work with the nibs. I'm so happy Lynne gave me some, I used them here and I been using them for quite some time, well, most of the time I just stare at them, they're so lovely.


I wish I could read music. I can, but can't hear it. This pages are from my dad's moleskine. Once we went to buy some and he bought this for music. He just made two entries. I like the first one, because is so plastic. The second one is kind of crazy.

I don't know how it sounds. This make me feel so empty, empty of his presence.





5/11/2009

(Not so) Tragic story



We went to celebrate mother's day to a public pool. I didn't planned to get into it, but when I was there the water just called me - also was a hot day -. I was so happy there, with the water up to my knees that I didn't noticed my bad was also getting as wet as my shorts. Now my camera doesn't work, the book I was carring also got so wet, iPod too, but it seems doesn't got too wet so is working - ufff ! - and my moleskine looks like this :


I'm so bloody brilliant. Good thing is that wasn't too bad... still the camera is drowned. I wanted to take some photos, but no can do u.u

Well, I wasn't going to stay all day crying because of that so I bought a swimming suit and I dove into the pool. It felt so nice. Its been years since the last time I got into one, maybe like 10 or more (!). We ate for free - carnitas , is a traditional dish here in the state where I live made with pork -, didn't pay to be there and drank lovely iced beers, also for free, because one of my uncles broadcasted his radio show from that place so the owner invited us all. I must say this was the most fantastic mother's day ever, and I'm not a mum for celebrating myself ! :D

So, why am I whining ? Seems like my kind of sport, isn't ? :B

5/09/2009

Un sueño


I decided to stay a bit away from (off, I'm always confused about this thing) moleskines to make this, because they don't give me the format for what I had in mind. I can say that, even if is something quite simple I'm very pleased with it.

r o s e a u drew a dream for me and this is my dream for her.

While I was painting it this musical piece came in mind. I think that, if my dreams could have a soundtrack, there's no better musician than Phillip Glass - or could be another one -.




My sister and I have been playing "song, song". Is a fabulous easy game on which one start with a song and that song leads to another and so on, so on. Could be because of the lyrics or the melody.

I'll marry a person that can play that game, so, I'll marry my iPod. Problem solved :P

5/06/2009

Finished !!!



I finally finished Ophelia, yay ! I'm soooooo... hungry right now, I have to eat something before I fade :/

My dad gave me that book when I was a teen. I used to read it out loud. Is my secret weapon for the Shakehead's exchange, mmmmmuuuuahahahahahahahha (evil laugh).




Ok, I'll go to eat now :)

Ophelia WIP2


I am officialy b-o-r-e-d.

I can't seem to finish this drawing, is taking too damn much time. Is not that I don't like how it looks like so far, I do (well, I can't make the water looks like water, grrrrrrrrr) but I'm tired of seeing the same thing for the past days. I have to finish it anyway. I know that with each exchange I have to give the best of my work, but this has gone too far (!) I don't know if I'm desperate because of that or because is too hot in here. I have to wash my hands constantly because of the sweat, thing I don't like to do while drawing because my hand's bones hurts, from fingertips to my elbows.

Ok, I'll stop whining right this moment. Is 2 am and I need to take my med and go to Morpheo's arms.

P.S. 1 I hope I won't be dreaming about it :/

P.S. 2 I can't remember what "WIP" means. "Whining in pyjamas" ? :B

5/04/2009

Dinner and Ophelia WIP

Today I started my entry for William Shakehead's moly exchange. I choose to first draw Hamlet's Ophelia. She's one of my most favourite characters from Shakehead's plays. Hmmmm... I think she needs more colour, still I won't add more until I start working on the background.

I'm affraid this will take longer than I thought.





Last night we -yes, the all me's living inside myself - had a lovely dinner with my mum, my sister Lluvia and Miguel.

If you were me, you'd be 1 m 55 cm tall - everytime I go to the doctor my hight is less, don't know why -, not hungry but seeing this :



Marcel was around too. I don't know if he was almost tasting the chicken soup on the table or Lluvia was choking him. Poor guy.