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.
Gastón el marinero
XII. Gastón the sailor fights against the waves with his little boat and his mighty mediomundo.
Sunbreak
This is my first ever acrylic painting ever. It started like playing on some bent cardboard while talking with this artistic fellow, and ended up with a lazy sun at rest, sitting at the edge of a lake, against the mountains, and smoking a pipe. Why no?
It’s pretty small, like 17×11 cm. Real world brushes are hard to use and fun!
When I went to the end of the world
Following my recent chain of getting the todo list smaller, and thanks to me having fever for three days in a row, I finally got to make a short video with the footage from the trip to Patagonia. I had a lot of small little clips taken with my Canon G7 (that one from the Australia trip) so I edited them and this time I tried Photoshop CS4 to make some postprocessing. The thing now accepts video as imput and lets you apply layers and stuff like it is a static image, awesome!
I edited it based on José Gonzalez song not so much as to make it on the lines of the other video, but because it was the music I was really listening to sometimes while strolling through those beatiful forests. So it’s not magic that it matches.
There’s also a Flickr set with more pics of the journey.
When
When the path on the soil has the shape of your hair
when that path made of steps somebody and me took before,
takes me to a room with no door, to a gate with no walls,
to silence in a morning of thin clouds, to the smell of perhaps,
grows in me like a flame built over damp wood
delicate and strong
a calling of When, and sometimes, of Who.
Bird on canvas
I bought my second canvas, this time it’s very small at 13×18 cm. I still only use oil pastels, some fingers, and the back of a brush to sharpen the details. Next time I should try proper oils for the first time.