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!!!
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jueves, 16 de mayo de 2013
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.
miércoles, 20 de febrero de 2013
jueves, 31 de enero de 2013
Sneak Peak 3: the cover
The mistery of the castle: a practical guide to improve the writing-reading process.
He aquí una prueba de lo que podría ser la portada de mi proyecto. ¡¡¡Ya queda menos!!!!
lunes, 10 de diciembre de 2012
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