My last experiment, very related with my previous post
lunes, 9 de septiembre de 2013
BearMan
Último Experimento, relacionado con el post anterior
My last experiment, very related with my previous post
My last experiment, very related with my previous post
jueves, 6 de junio de 2013
Back on Business...
Estoy tratando de matar dos pájaros de un tiro. Por un lado experimento con la técnica para un proyecto bastante grande. Por otro hago el dibujo para un proyecto express.
Con una taza de chocolate
Con una taza de chocolatejueves, 16 de mayo de 2013
Accesit!!!!!
No me puedo creer que haya quedado entre los cinco primeros del concurso del Cartel del Pilar 2013!!! Estoy muy contento!!! Enhorabuena a los ganadores y a los otros accesit!!!
Finalist!!!
Finalist!!!viernes, 8 de marzo de 2013
Hess & Fo
Recuerdo este trabajo con cariño, realizado en el primer curso de Ilustración en Zaragoza, tinta aguada.
miércoles, 27 de febrero de 2013
Ray LaMontagne
Dedicated to Gemma, this illustration about Ray LaMontagne.
Here I write down the lyrics of one of his most beautiful songs:
Here I write down the lyrics of one of his most beautiful songs:
Empty
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
I walk on down the hill through grass, grown tall and brown
And still its hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field, collecting rain
Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged
And of these cut-throat busted sunsets
These cold and damp quiet mornings, I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers from from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth, so plain
Outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me it sounds like they're applauding us, the quiet love we've made
Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged
Well, I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kind of bore me"
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Listen, some already did that walked beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
It's their hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me
Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
I walk on down the hill through grass, grown tall and brown
And still its hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field, collecting rain
Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged
And of these cut-throat busted sunsets
These cold and damp quiet mornings, I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers from from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth, so plain
Outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me it sounds like they're applauding us, the quiet love we've made
Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged
Well, I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kind of bore me"
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Listen, some already did that walked beside me
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
It's their hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me
Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged
martes, 26 de febrero de 2013
El Misterio del Castillo, por fin.
He aquí, por fin, las fotos del proyecto terminado!!!
El maletín es de cartón, obra de José Orna, virtuoso artesano dueño de La Cartonería, en la Calle San Agustín de Zaragoza... impresionante!!!!
Y una foto mía con el bebé, no he podido evitarlo, ¡¡¡han sido muchos meses de trabajo!!!
El maletín es de cartón, obra de José Orna, virtuoso artesano dueño de La Cartonería, en la Calle San Agustín de Zaragoza... impresionante!!!!
Y una foto mía con el bebé, no he podido evitarlo, ¡¡¡han sido muchos meses de trabajo!!!miércoles, 20 de febrero de 2013
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