Feliz Navidad
This year’s postcard I’ll send for christmas. Remember you also have some tags I’ve made some years ago to use on your presents and label them.
Boscón
Boscón looked up to the sky then, but it wasn’t there either.
Graciela
Grace writes, since always. Standing strong, a bit alone, on top of a rock made of every gift she has. Everything unique she does different than most. Hanging with a soft yet mighty grip from the writing she pours. From the ink she likes to free. A woman full of love.
Heat induced blindness
I’ve been having a small canvas lying around for more than a month, and the idea kind of already on my mind about this image.
A young lady with her hair on fire, who covers her eyes and walks towards a lake. She’s literally burning with desire but choses not to see what’s clearly in front of her. That will eventually end up with her fire killed by the water, but in the meantime, its light brightens up the whoel forest and fills it with red sparkles of taste.
She enjoys breeze and fire
It’s been a while since I didn’t draw in bed. Oh yes I love my birome.
Books
Talented people