In this long period beginning use the time and visit sites of interest, make entertaining and profitable. Outside
boredom.
May God bless and take care this holiday season.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Blacklight Testingsperm Stains
In this long period beginning use the time and visit sites of interest, make entertaining and profitable. Outside
Blacklight Testingsperm Stains
In this long period beginning use the time and visit sites of interest, make entertaining and profitable. Outside
boredom.
May God bless and take care this holiday season.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Skamper Pop Up Trailers
... FROM THE OTHER SIDE. SOLEDAD
"Separated for life.
Assembled by death. "
So reads the inscription of another tear , poured in late 2006. And similarly, now does this.
Both were plucked by the ubiquitous memory of a great person with a heart even bigger. Which much to my regret, I had to say goodbye. Although I never really had occasion to do so personally.
now keeps a letter did not say anything that time and I was tormented by the soul. Unfortunately, there are things that a piece of paper can not convey. But we had to try.
From soul to soul, from this side to another target: my words, my thoughts, my suffering, my regret, my desires and my tears.
I hope that the gods intervene so that this letter comes to "The Beach Omaha "
so sure I have nothing in this world, as the certainty that one day, my life full circle, and Charon take me to these arms, we is not around me.
Until my time comes, the turquoise color and is Nuala, his name.
At times it seemed that part of the landscape. Always in the same spot, staring at the horizon, like a pillar of salt is involved. It was, as if observing something that only she could see.
- It relaxes me see that there is the boatman. Nuala responded every time someone asked.
" Omaha Beach "between the cliffs, was named in honor of the fateful " Dia D " where thousands of souls arrived on this beach .
That was the place chosen for the new settlers made the first contact with their new land. I expected a quiet life, with no surprises that the continuous comings and goings of the little boat that had brought ...
However, Nuala did not wish to receive their loved ones. He spent his days at the top of the cliffs scanning the horizon and hoping the boatman did not return. But Charon always returned. And on arrival, came running down the beach to check that the "new" was not one of theirs.
Of course I had wanted to see them, but I knew it was too soon. Only did 3 haab 's half of their arrival. And despite that, many were known to follow her there, in such a short time. Though thankfully, missing the most important. And with them always in mind, made him a knot in my stomach every time I sighted the boat of Charon in the distance. Even
remembered the day of arrival. I forget!
His mother was waiting on the beach, with water waist. Could not swim, otherwise I was sure that would have penetrated more. The locals were prohibited from entering the water. Those were the domain of the boatman. Always serve the newcomers.
The arena was packed with familiar faces, who waited. Family and friends greeted her with bitter joy in their hearts.
Nuala At this time he learned much of his new surroundings, with his mother. But the cycle changes remained as complicated and painful as I remembered the other side. The anguish of the past had been reversed, as now, was her absent mother.
- I used to! - Told her mother every day, in the intimacy of an embrace. But it was still early ...
few soles before completing the fourth haab disembarkation, noticed something floating in the water from the comfort of his eternal cliff. He approached the edge, trying to decipher its nature, but it was impossible so far.
As the crowd milled about in the sand to greet "the new", used the uproar to get into the water and rescue the mysterious object. Charon was the only one who noticed his daring, but I felt a strange mixture of affection and curiosity about this mysterious woman, always aware of their comings and goings. I had the feeling that someone cared for him from a distance. It was a pleasant and familiar, almost buried by storms and thunderstorms over too many decades. And so, let it do.
The mystery object turned out to be a bottle. And inside, an old sun-bleached paper. As if the last thoughts of a drowning man is involved.
After opening the container, and removed the letter, read and reread Nuala lines for hours, blurred by moisture from the sea without reaching control his tears.
soon realized. That was what had driven to stay all along the cliffs: news of their own, on the other side.
297x420mm Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2009
"Separated for life. Assembled by death. "
So reads the inscription of another tear , poured in late 2006. And similarly, now does this.
Both were plucked by the ubiquitous memory of a great person with a heart even bigger. Which much to my regret, I had to say goodbye. Although I never really had occasion to do so personally.
now keeps a letter did not say anything that time and I was tormented by the soul. Unfortunately, there are things that a piece of paper can not convey. But we had to try.
From soul to soul, from this side to another target: my words, my thoughts, my suffering, my regret, my desires and my tears.
I hope that the gods intervene so that this letter comes to "The Beach Omaha "
so sure I have nothing in this world, as the certainty that one day, my life full circle, and Charon take me to these arms, we is not around me.
Until my time comes, the turquoise color and is Nuala, his name.
At times it seemed that part of the landscape. Always in the same spot, staring at the horizon, like a pillar of salt is involved. It was, as if observing something that only she could see.
- It relaxes me see that there is the boatman. Nuala responded every time someone asked.
" Omaha Beach "between the cliffs, was named in honor of the fateful " Dia D " where thousands of souls arrived on this beach .
That was the place chosen for the new settlers made the first contact with their new land. I expected a quiet life, with no surprises that the continuous comings and goings of the little boat that had brought ...
However, Nuala did not wish to receive their loved ones. He spent his days at the top of the cliffs scanning the horizon and hoping the boatman did not return. But Charon always returned. And on arrival, came running down the beach to check that the "new" was not one of theirs.
Of course I had wanted to see them, but I knew it was too soon. Only did 3 haab 's half of their arrival. And despite that, many were known to follow her there, in such a short time. Though thankfully, missing the most important. And with them always in mind, made him a knot in my stomach every time I sighted the boat of Charon in the distance. Even
remembered the day of arrival. I forget!
His mother was waiting on the beach, with water waist. Could not swim, otherwise I was sure that would have penetrated more. The locals were prohibited from entering the water. Those were the domain of the boatman. Always serve the newcomers.
The arena was packed with familiar faces, who waited. Family and friends greeted her with bitter joy in their hearts.
Nuala At this time he learned much of his new surroundings, with his mother. But the cycle changes remained as complicated and painful as I remembered the other side. The anguish of the past had been reversed, as now, was her absent mother.
- I used to! - Told her mother every day, in the intimacy of an embrace. But it was still early ...
few soles before completing the fourth haab disembarkation, noticed something floating in the water from the comfort of his eternal cliff. He approached the edge, trying to decipher its nature, but it was impossible so far.
As the crowd milled about in the sand to greet "the new", used the uproar to get into the water and rescue the mysterious object. Charon was the only one who noticed his daring, but I felt a strange mixture of affection and curiosity about this mysterious woman, always aware of their comings and goings. I had the feeling that someone cared for him from a distance. It was a pleasant and familiar, almost buried by storms and thunderstorms over too many decades. And so, let it do.
The mystery object turned out to be a bottle. And inside, an old sun-bleached paper. As if the last thoughts of a drowning man is involved.
After opening the container, and removed the letter, read and reread Nuala lines for hours, blurred by moisture from the sea without reaching control his tears.
soon realized. That was what had driven to stay all along the cliffs: news of their own, on the other side.
297x420mm Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2009
Skamper Pop Up Trailers
... FROM THE OTHER SIDE. SOLEDAD
"Separated for life.
Assembled by death. "
So reads the inscription of another tear , poured in late 2006. And similarly, now does this.
Both were plucked by the ubiquitous memory of a great person with a heart even bigger. Which much to my regret, I had to say goodbye. Although I never really had occasion to do so personally.
now keeps a letter did not say anything that time and I was tormented by the soul. Unfortunately, there are things that a piece of paper can not convey. But we had to try.
From soul to soul, from this side to another target: my words, my thoughts, my suffering, my regret, my desires and my tears.
I hope that the gods intervene so that this letter comes to "The Beach Omaha "
so sure I have nothing in this world, as the certainty that one day, my life full circle, and Charon take me to these arms, we is not around me.
Until my time comes, the turquoise color and is Nuala, his name.
At times it seemed that part of the landscape. Always in the same spot, staring at the horizon, like a pillar of salt is involved. It was, as if observing something that only she could see.
- It relaxes me see that there is the boatman. Nuala responded every time someone asked.
" Omaha Beach "between the cliffs, was named in honor of the fateful " Dia D " where thousands of souls arrived on this beach .
That was the place chosen for the new settlers made the first contact with their new land. I expected a quiet life, with no surprises that the continuous comings and goings of the little boat that had brought ...
However, Nuala did not wish to receive their loved ones. He spent his days at the top of the cliffs scanning the horizon and hoping the boatman did not return. But Charon always returned. And on arrival, came running down the beach to check that the "new" was not one of theirs.
Of course I had wanted to see them, but I knew it was too soon. Only did 3 haab 's half of their arrival. And despite that, many were known to follow her there, in such a short time. Though thankfully, missing the most important. And with them always in mind, made him a knot in my stomach every time I sighted the boat of Charon in the distance. Even
remembered the day of arrival. I forget!
His mother was waiting on the beach, with water waist. Could not swim, otherwise I was sure that would have penetrated more. The locals were prohibited from entering the water. Those were the domain of the boatman. Always serve the newcomers.
The arena was packed with familiar faces, who waited. Family and friends greeted her with bitter joy in their hearts.
Nuala At this time he learned much of his new surroundings, with his mother. But the cycle changes remained as complicated and painful as I remembered the other side. The anguish of the past had been reversed, as now, was her absent mother.
- I used to! - Told her mother every day, in the intimacy of an embrace. But it was still early ...
few soles before completing the fourth haab disembarkation, noticed something floating in the water from the comfort of his eternal cliff. He approached the edge, trying to decipher its nature, but it was impossible so far.
As the crowd milled about in the sand to greet "the new", used the uproar to get into the water and rescue the mysterious object. Charon was the only one who noticed his daring, but I felt a strange mixture of affection and curiosity about this mysterious woman, always aware of their comings and goings. I had the feeling that someone cared for him from a distance. It was a pleasant and familiar, almost buried by storms and thunderstorms over too many decades. And so, let it do.
The mystery object turned out to be a bottle. And inside, an old sun-bleached paper. As if the last thoughts of a drowning man is involved.
After opening the container, and removed the letter, read and reread Nuala lines for hours, blurred by moisture from the sea without reaching control his tears.
soon realized. That was what had driven to stay all along the cliffs: news of their own, on the other side.
297x420mm Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2009
"Separated for life. Assembled by death. "
So reads the inscription of another tear , poured in late 2006. And similarly, now does this.
Both were plucked by the ubiquitous memory of a great person with a heart even bigger. Which much to my regret, I had to say goodbye. Although I never really had occasion to do so personally.
now keeps a letter did not say anything that time and I was tormented by the soul. Unfortunately, there are things that a piece of paper can not convey. But we had to try.
From soul to soul, from this side to another target: my words, my thoughts, my suffering, my regret, my desires and my tears.
I hope that the gods intervene so that this letter comes to "The Beach Omaha "
so sure I have nothing in this world, as the certainty that one day, my life full circle, and Charon take me to these arms, we is not around me.
Until my time comes, the turquoise color and is Nuala, his name.
At times it seemed that part of the landscape. Always in the same spot, staring at the horizon, like a pillar of salt is involved. It was, as if observing something that only she could see.
- It relaxes me see that there is the boatman. Nuala responded every time someone asked.
" Omaha Beach "between the cliffs, was named in honor of the fateful " Dia D " where thousands of souls arrived on this beach .
That was the place chosen for the new settlers made the first contact with their new land. I expected a quiet life, with no surprises that the continuous comings and goings of the little boat that had brought ...
However, Nuala did not wish to receive their loved ones. He spent his days at the top of the cliffs scanning the horizon and hoping the boatman did not return. But Charon always returned. And on arrival, came running down the beach to check that the "new" was not one of theirs.
Of course I had wanted to see them, but I knew it was too soon. Only did 3 haab 's half of their arrival. And despite that, many were known to follow her there, in such a short time. Though thankfully, missing the most important. And with them always in mind, made him a knot in my stomach every time I sighted the boat of Charon in the distance. Even
remembered the day of arrival. I forget!
His mother was waiting on the beach, with water waist. Could not swim, otherwise I was sure that would have penetrated more. The locals were prohibited from entering the water. Those were the domain of the boatman. Always serve the newcomers.
The arena was packed with familiar faces, who waited. Family and friends greeted her with bitter joy in their hearts.
Nuala At this time he learned much of his new surroundings, with his mother. But the cycle changes remained as complicated and painful as I remembered the other side. The anguish of the past had been reversed, as now, was her absent mother.
- I used to! - Told her mother every day, in the intimacy of an embrace. But it was still early ...
few soles before completing the fourth haab disembarkation, noticed something floating in the water from the comfort of his eternal cliff. He approached the edge, trying to decipher its nature, but it was impossible so far.
As the crowd milled about in the sand to greet "the new", used the uproar to get into the water and rescue the mysterious object. Charon was the only one who noticed his daring, but I felt a strange mixture of affection and curiosity about this mysterious woman, always aware of their comings and goings. I had the feeling that someone cared for him from a distance. It was a pleasant and familiar, almost buried by storms and thunderstorms over too many decades. And so, let it do.
The mystery object turned out to be a bottle. And inside, an old sun-bleached paper. As if the last thoughts of a drowning man is involved.
After opening the container, and removed the letter, read and reread Nuala lines for hours, blurred by moisture from the sea without reaching control his tears.
soon realized. That was what had driven to stay all along the cliffs: news of their own, on the other side.
297x420mm Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
What Kind Of Weave Is Good??
have you ever felt alone? ever you felt lost in this crazy world?
have you ever raised your own existence? Surely if
!
In this global society in which we live, we've all been through this at some point in our lives empty and insipid. Or maybe not!
Experts say that loneliness is good because it allows to know yourself, so you can grow as a person. However
this socially frowned upon, and today is considered one of the great scourges of the past generations.
Society is designed for couples and groups of sheep, cloned in turn of other sheep. Everything is organized in separate prefabricated, we must continue to be well accepted and feel part of the herd. Since beyond this, we are nothing. It's like an ant off the mound. Something so insignificant that no one notices their presence.
The fact is that at this point, the sheep alone, he feels bad for being one.
The day to day regardless of the path is possible, without needing to become the grandfather of Heidi. But it is very hard to see how the world revolves around you and feel left out of everything around you.
And I think that ultimately, we all feel compelled to join the herd, looking for the false happiness that we sell up after using the toilet. But that alone does not seem to have the same velvety texture.
Even that does not guarantee help but feel the breath of solitude in the neck, but a particularly unpleasant sensation.
Feeling out of place, alone in a crowd is almost worse than seeing the paths from the outside.
And I think that the handling of the word is not one of my strengths, I leave you with the song of Zaragoza which name I refuse to pronounce, that will make you think a little more on the subject.
I hope you enjoy in "Solitude."
Today was not sunrise. Or if I do not know.
I think I woke up this morning, but I'm not sure.
All this may even be a dream.
opened my eyes and everything was gone. My room. My house. My family. Streets, cars, parks, mountains, rivers ... everything! Until the clouds had gone, taking with them the blue sky. There was no color or odor. I felt no cold, no heat, no pain, no hunger ... no fear! Nothing! Only a strong
emptiness.
was like as if ... as if I had left the soul. My soul!
is said that only weighs 21 grams, but it must be true because I feel like I've been completely emptied.
Now if I have nothing to lose.
Without my soul, I am nothing.
I'm nobody!
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
What Kind Of Weave Is Good??
have you ever felt alone? ever you felt lost in this crazy world?
have you ever raised your own existence? Surely if
!
In this global society in which we live, we've all been through this at some point in our lives empty and insipid. Or maybe not!
Experts say that loneliness is good because it allows to know yourself, so you can grow as a person. However
this socially frowned upon, and today is considered one of the great scourges of the past generations.
Society is designed for couples and groups of sheep, cloned in turn of other sheep. Everything is organized in separate prefabricated, we must continue to be well accepted and feel part of the herd. Since beyond this, we are nothing. It's like an ant off the mound. Something so insignificant that no one notices their presence.
The fact is that at this point, the sheep alone, he feels bad for being one.
The day to day regardless of the path is possible, without needing to become the grandfather of Heidi. But it is very hard to see how the world revolves around you and feel left out of everything around you.
And I think that ultimately, we all feel compelled to join the herd, looking for the false happiness that we sell up after using the toilet. But that alone does not seem to have the same velvety texture.
Even that does not guarantee help but feel the breath of solitude in the neck, but a particularly unpleasant sensation.
Feeling out of place, alone in a crowd is almost worse than seeing the paths from the outside.
And I think that the handling of the word is not one of my strengths, I leave you with the song of Zaragoza which name I refuse to pronounce, that will make you think a little more on the subject.
I hope you enjoy in "Solitude."
Today was not sunrise. Or if I do not know.
I think I woke up this morning, but I'm not sure.
All this may even be a dream.
opened my eyes and everything was gone. My room. My house. My family. Streets, cars, parks, mountains, rivers ... everything! Until the clouds had gone, taking with them the blue sky. There was no color or odor. I felt no cold, no heat, no pain, no hunger ... no fear! Nothing! Only a strong
emptiness.
was like as if ... as if I had left the soul. My soul!
is said that only weighs 21 grams, but it must be true because I feel like I've been completely emptied.
Now if I have nothing to lose.
Without my soul, I am nothing.
I'm nobody!
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Pokemon Emerald Gameshark Clean Pockets
IN THE MIRROR.
I think most of us can, without much effort, feel reflected in this work. Because unfortunately, at some point during our lives, we have all lost a loved one.
Each of us feels their loss in a very personal like a caress. Lost no two the same, since no 2 people alike.
This is the story of one of those scars of life, and maybe at long last begin to heal. Who knows ...
know that I hope and wish for your speedy recovery.
One day it occurred to me that as this would help you see things with "different eyes". I hope so.
I can not sleep, I feel lonely, very lonely. The anguish was clutching his chest. And the feeling of suffocation has become unbearable. An almost instinctive ripped me clothes, looking for some freedom. Surprisingly, it seems to work ...
Tonight, the mirror, I returned a different image ... and I find it easier to identify with it.
There is something else floating in the air, and not the storm!
There, sitting in darkness, I lose track of time. Until I was surprised by the dawn of a new day. And then I realize the difference!
I can see in my eyes. Are your eyes watching me from the other side of the mirror.
been a long time, but I never stopped looking for you and at last I found you!
Now I do not lose you again!
I do not know what in store the future, and I do not know.
no longer!
400X150mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009 
I think most of us can, without much effort, feel reflected in this work. Because unfortunately, at some point during our lives, we have all lost a loved one. Each of us feels their loss in a very personal like a caress. Lost no two the same, since no 2 people alike.
This is the story of one of those scars of life, and maybe at long last begin to heal. Who knows ...
know that I hope and wish for your speedy recovery.
One day it occurred to me that as this would help you see things with "different eyes". I hope so.
I can not sleep, I feel lonely, very lonely. The anguish was clutching his chest. And the feeling of suffocation has become unbearable. An almost instinctive ripped me clothes, looking for some freedom. Surprisingly, it seems to work ...
Tonight, the mirror, I returned a different image ... and I find it easier to identify with it.
There is something else floating in the air, and not the storm!
There, sitting in darkness, I lose track of time. Until I was surprised by the dawn of a new day. And then I realize the difference!
I can see in my eyes. Are your eyes watching me from the other side of the mirror.
been a long time, but I never stopped looking for you and at last I found you!
Now I do not lose you again!
I do not know what in store the future, and I do not know.
no longer!
400X150mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
Pokemon Emerald Gameshark Clean Pockets
IN THE MIRROR.
I think most of us can, without much effort, feel reflected in this work. Because unfortunately, at some point during our lives, we have all lost a loved one.
Each of us feels their loss in a very personal like a caress. Lost no two the same, since no 2 people alike.
This is the story of one of those scars of life, and maybe at long last begin to heal. Who knows ...
know that I hope and wish for your speedy recovery.
One day it occurred to me that as this would help you see things with "different eyes". I hope so.
I can not sleep, I feel lonely, very lonely. The anguish was clutching his chest. And the feeling of suffocation has become unbearable. An almost instinctive ripped me clothes, looking for some freedom. Surprisingly, it seems to work ...
Tonight, the mirror, I returned a different image ... and I find it easier to identify with it.
There is something else floating in the air, and not the storm!
There, sitting in darkness, I lose track of time. Until I was surprised by the dawn of a new day. And then I realize the difference!
I can see in my eyes. Are your eyes watching me from the other side of the mirror.
been a long time, but I never stopped looking for you and at last I found you!
Now I do not lose you again!
I do not know what in store the future, and I do not know.
no longer!
400X150mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
I think most of us can, without much effort, feel reflected in this work. Because unfortunately, at some point during our lives, we have all lost a loved one. Each of us feels their loss in a very personal like a caress. Lost no two the same, since no 2 people alike.
This is the story of one of those scars of life, and maybe at long last begin to heal. Who knows ...
know that I hope and wish for your speedy recovery.
One day it occurred to me that as this would help you see things with "different eyes". I hope so.
I can not sleep, I feel lonely, very lonely. The anguish was clutching his chest. And the feeling of suffocation has become unbearable. An almost instinctive ripped me clothes, looking for some freedom. Surprisingly, it seems to work ...
Tonight, the mirror, I returned a different image ... and I find it easier to identify with it.
There is something else floating in the air, and not the storm!
There, sitting in darkness, I lose track of time. Until I was surprised by the dawn of a new day. And then I realize the difference!
I can see in my eyes. Are your eyes watching me from the other side of the mirror.
been a long time, but I never stopped looking for you and at last I found you!
Now I do not lose you again!
I do not know what in store the future, and I do not know.
no longer!
400X150mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
Spots On My Marble Dining Room Table
EL DIA "D".
As I told you about a month ago and tip, this is what I have been doing for the last 5 years or less. I know it's not much, taking into account the time, but I'm quite slow drawing. In the past 3 years, I have an average of four jobs per year, half that of course I have already covered in 2009, and I still have 5 months to go.
While I was hanging around this, preparing the last two jobs.
This means that from now on, do not expect to update as often until today. If all goes as planned, in October probably have something new to show you. Meanwhile, try to spend here from time to time.
A greeting to everyone s 
As I told you about a month ago and tip, this is what I have been doing for the last 5 years or less. I know it's not much, taking into account the time, but I'm quite slow drawing. In the past 3 years, I have an average of four jobs per year, half that of course I have already covered in 2009, and I still have 5 months to go.
While I was hanging around this, preparing the last two jobs.
This means that from now on, do not expect to update as often until today. If all goes as planned, in October probably have something new to show you. Meanwhile, try to spend here from time to time.
A greeting to everyone s
Cruising Spots In Texas
COVA.
If life were easy, it would turn into something dull and meaningless. Everything in this world has an opposite without which it would lose its raison d'etre.
But sometimes there are decisions that should come we would prefer imposed, only to complain if we do not like.
When the fear of making mistakes outweighs the setbacks resulting from an election "wrong", we tend to take the path that we believe in principle easier. Y with a 50% chance of success or failure, our lives are always in the hands of chance.
Which brings us to the eternal question: there is a destiny? They are scheduled today before birth?
In the air are the questions ...
"Sleep child, sleep and ..." his mother sang ... and the poor little girl committed, fell asleep!
innocent But that dream was delayed in time.
One day, he woke Cova. And found in horror as his people had idolized all these years. Making his unconscious spiritual guidance.
The feel manipulated disbelief, anger led to take this opportunity to attempt to dismantle this farce. But that world no longer resembled her childhood memories. And it was all too complicated .... Morfeo
waited patiently in wait, the time for action. Quietly stirring memories and thoughts of his victim. Playing with his ghosts.
The lethal dose of a pill of fear, was the last vision of reality Cova tube.
Then began a new dream, which runs until today ...
400X150mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009 
If life were easy, it would turn into something dull and meaningless. Everything in this world has an opposite without which it would lose its raison d'etre. But sometimes there are decisions that should come we would prefer imposed, only to complain if we do not like.
When the fear of making mistakes outweighs the setbacks resulting from an election "wrong", we tend to take the path that we believe in principle easier. Y with a 50% chance of success or failure, our lives are always in the hands of chance.
Which brings us to the eternal question: there is a destiny? They are scheduled today before birth?
In the air are the questions ...
"Sleep child, sleep and ..." his mother sang ... and the poor little girl committed, fell asleep!
innocent But that dream was delayed in time.
One day, he woke Cova. And found in horror as his people had idolized all these years. Making his unconscious spiritual guidance.
The feel manipulated disbelief, anger led to take this opportunity to attempt to dismantle this farce. But that world no longer resembled her childhood memories. And it was all too complicated .... Morfeo
waited patiently in wait, the time for action. Quietly stirring memories and thoughts of his victim. Playing with his ghosts.
The lethal dose of a pill of fear, was the last vision of reality Cova tube.
Then began a new dream, which runs until today ...
400X150mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
Spots On My Marble Dining Room Table
EL DIA "D".
As I told you about a month ago and tip, this is what I have been doing for the last 5 years or less. I know it's not much, taking into account the time, but I'm quite slow drawing. In the past 3 years, I have an average of four jobs per year, half that of course I have already covered in 2009, and I still have 5 months to go.
While I was hanging around this, preparing the last two jobs.
This means that from now on, do not expect to update as often until today. If all goes as planned, in October probably have something new to show you. Meanwhile, try to spend here from time to time.
A greeting to everyone s
As I told you about a month ago and tip, this is what I have been doing for the last 5 years or less. I know it's not much, taking into account the time, but I'm quite slow drawing. In the past 3 years, I have an average of four jobs per year, half that of course I have already covered in 2009, and I still have 5 months to go.
While I was hanging around this, preparing the last two jobs.
This means that from now on, do not expect to update as often until today. If all goes as planned, in October probably have something new to show you. Meanwhile, try to spend here from time to time.
A greeting to everyone s
Cruising Spots In Texas
COVA.
If life were easy, it would turn into something dull and meaningless. Everything in this world has an opposite without which it would lose its raison d'etre.
But sometimes there are decisions that should come we would prefer imposed, only to complain if we do not like.
When the fear of making mistakes outweighs the setbacks resulting from an election "wrong", we tend to take the path that we believe in principle easier. Y with a 50% chance of success or failure, our lives are always in the hands of chance.
Which brings us to the eternal question: there is a destiny? They are scheduled today before birth?
In the air are the questions ...
"Sleep child, sleep and ..." his mother sang ... and the poor little girl committed, fell asleep!
innocent But that dream was delayed in time.
One day, he woke Cova. And found in horror as his people had idolized all these years. Making his unconscious spiritual guidance.
The feel manipulated disbelief, anger led to take this opportunity to attempt to dismantle this farce. But that world no longer resembled her childhood memories. And it was all too complicated .... Morfeo
waited patiently in wait, the time for action. Quietly stirring memories and thoughts of his victim. Playing with his ghosts.
The lethal dose of a pill of fear, was the last vision of reality Cova tube.
Then began a new dream, which runs until today ...
400X150mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
If life were easy, it would turn into something dull and meaningless. Everything in this world has an opposite without which it would lose its raison d'etre. But sometimes there are decisions that should come we would prefer imposed, only to complain if we do not like.
When the fear of making mistakes outweighs the setbacks resulting from an election "wrong", we tend to take the path that we believe in principle easier. Y with a 50% chance of success or failure, our lives are always in the hands of chance.
Which brings us to the eternal question: there is a destiny? They are scheduled today before birth?
In the air are the questions ...
"Sleep child, sleep and ..." his mother sang ... and the poor little girl committed, fell asleep!
innocent But that dream was delayed in time.
One day, he woke Cova. And found in horror as his people had idolized all these years. Making his unconscious spiritual guidance.
The feel manipulated disbelief, anger led to take this opportunity to attempt to dismantle this farce. But that world no longer resembled her childhood memories. And it was all too complicated .... Morfeo
waited patiently in wait, the time for action. Quietly stirring memories and thoughts of his victim. Playing with his ghosts.
The lethal dose of a pill of fear, was the last vision of reality Cova tube.
Then began a new dream, which runs until today ...
400X150mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
Dry Cough 5 Month Old
ICIA.
Of all the jobs I've done until today, I have to admit that this is without a doubt, the one that cost me tear the soul.
The most painful moment of my life when I could not stand the itchy eyes from time to mourn. She made me mourn even more, but this time of joy, to be honored by such action.
Fortunately, moments like that occur only once in their life. I could not bear "see" start again.
just hope to keep up, if ever s you need me.
fence you want everything very well, wherever you are.
Even today, after almost 4 years, I hardly think or talk about it without tears sprout out of control.
The large market in the capital of the new kingdom was meeting point for all craft worth his salt
Among the crowd, walked quietly ICIA closely watching the work of blacksmiths. The sun shining high, saw how it tore the soul when a letter arrived at their hands. Shortly after leaving the city, way of "World's End"
playing time against the traveler, increasing hardness of a journey and in itself very complicated. But that would not stop. Their aim was very clear ...
Under the moonlight, ICIA melted and felt in a long embrace with his brother from another mother.
His presence that night acted as a balm on that broken heart. But its effect does not last long because the next day, believing completed its work, ICIA took his horse and disappeared behind the fortifications of the city ...
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009 
Of all the jobs I've done until today, I have to admit that this is without a doubt, the one that cost me tear the soul. The most painful moment of my life when I could not stand the itchy eyes from time to mourn. She made me mourn even more, but this time of joy, to be honored by such action.
Fortunately, moments like that occur only once in their life. I could not bear "see" start again.
just hope to keep up, if ever s you need me.
fence you want everything very well, wherever you are.
Even today, after almost 4 years, I hardly think or talk about it without tears sprout out of control.
The large market in the capital of the new kingdom was meeting point for all craft worth his salt
Among the crowd, walked quietly ICIA closely watching the work of blacksmiths. The sun shining high, saw how it tore the soul when a letter arrived at their hands. Shortly after leaving the city, way of "World's End"
playing time against the traveler, increasing hardness of a journey and in itself very complicated. But that would not stop. Their aim was very clear ...
Under the moonlight, ICIA melted and felt in a long embrace with his brother from another mother.
His presence that night acted as a balm on that broken heart. But its effect does not last long because the next day, believing completed its work, ICIA took his horse and disappeared behind the fortifications of the city ...
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
Dry Cough 5 Month Old
ICIA.
Of all the jobs I've done until today, I have to admit that this is without a doubt, the one that cost me tear the soul.
The most painful moment of my life when I could not stand the itchy eyes from time to mourn. She made me mourn even more, but this time of joy, to be honored by such action.
Fortunately, moments like that occur only once in their life. I could not bear "see" start again.
just hope to keep up, if ever s you need me.
fence you want everything very well, wherever you are.
Even today, after almost 4 years, I hardly think or talk about it without tears sprout out of control.
The large market in the capital of the new kingdom was meeting point for all craft worth his salt
Among the crowd, walked quietly ICIA closely watching the work of blacksmiths. The sun shining high, saw how it tore the soul when a letter arrived at their hands. Shortly after leaving the city, way of "World's End"
playing time against the traveler, increasing hardness of a journey and in itself very complicated. But that would not stop. Their aim was very clear ...
Under the moonlight, ICIA melted and felt in a long embrace with his brother from another mother.
His presence that night acted as a balm on that broken heart. But its effect does not last long because the next day, believing completed its work, ICIA took his horse and disappeared behind the fortifications of the city ...
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
Of all the jobs I've done until today, I have to admit that this is without a doubt, the one that cost me tear the soul. The most painful moment of my life when I could not stand the itchy eyes from time to mourn. She made me mourn even more, but this time of joy, to be honored by such action.
Fortunately, moments like that occur only once in their life. I could not bear "see" start again.
just hope to keep up, if ever s you need me.
fence you want everything very well, wherever you are.
Even today, after almost 4 years, I hardly think or talk about it without tears sprout out of control.
The large market in the capital of the new kingdom was meeting point for all craft worth his salt
Among the crowd, walked quietly ICIA closely watching the work of blacksmiths. The sun shining high, saw how it tore the soul when a letter arrived at their hands. Shortly after leaving the city, way of "World's End"
playing time against the traveler, increasing hardness of a journey and in itself very complicated. But that would not stop. Their aim was very clear ...
Under the moonlight, ICIA melted and felt in a long embrace with his brother from another mother.
His presence that night acted as a balm on that broken heart. But its effect does not last long because the next day, believing completed its work, ICIA took his horse and disappeared behind the fortifications of the city ...
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
Abnormal Polarisation
MAGII. NOTES
I have often discussed with my mentor because of "imagination" of the new generations.
I told him time and again that television in my time, and currently most video game consoles, undermined the spirit and imagination of children. On his band, he refused to believe my theory. Despite having to deal every day with lots of kids of different ages who are unable to draw anything if not copied. Today
is not too difficult to meet a group of Chavalit's just 5 years, if at all, with their video games all afternoon sitting on a bench.
After we lay hands on the head when we talk about childhood obesity, the aggressiveness of children ...
Well, I'll stop because I go on.
about a year ago, or maybe something else, "said the man very sorry:
- Remember what you told me that children have no imagination. Well it hurts to admit it, but you were right.
Later it occurred to me as a sort of public denunciation.
A cloak of darkness spread over the ground too long. Each year that passes, it becomes more and thicker. Penetrates into the depths of our being, and prevents us from seeing our own dreams and hopes.
For us adults, there is no hope. But some have a lifetime ahead. Children are the future and they deserve better. During the day, are like robots, pulled from one place to another. No time to play, no time for them. And at night, the only time available for their souls fly free, guided solely by your imagination, do not! Someone has stolen the imagination. Magii
has been confined in a small, filthy cell. The cabal keeps kidnapped more than 20 years. Time passes, Magii gets older and his power slowly fades over time. Nevertheless, the souls of children, thousands, millions of misguided souls, come together each night about its strongest link. Immobile, impassive, surrounded by an eerie silence. And it will continue until Magii be released or become chronic adult.
We, members of previous generations, we have spread the mantle. Or at best, grew up under its shadow and never know that we care about the other side. But still, it is our responsibility. They are our sons, brothers, cousins, nieces, neighbors or strangers, it does not matter. But they deserve to have a childhood! Dream! As we dream when we were like them. And that can grow as adults free! We have created a world
adult chronic and we have forgotten, that really is not our world. Is yours ... We owe
!
235X235mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009 
I have often discussed with my mentor because of "imagination" of the new generations. I told him time and again that television in my time, and currently most video game consoles, undermined the spirit and imagination of children. On his band, he refused to believe my theory. Despite having to deal every day with lots of kids of different ages who are unable to draw anything if not copied. Today
is not too difficult to meet a group of Chavalit's just 5 years, if at all, with their video games all afternoon sitting on a bench.
After we lay hands on the head when we talk about childhood obesity, the aggressiveness of children ...
Well, I'll stop because I go on.
about a year ago, or maybe something else, "said the man very sorry:
- Remember what you told me that children have no imagination. Well it hurts to admit it, but you were right.
Later it occurred to me as a sort of public denunciation.
A cloak of darkness spread over the ground too long. Each year that passes, it becomes more and thicker. Penetrates into the depths of our being, and prevents us from seeing our own dreams and hopes.
For us adults, there is no hope. But some have a lifetime ahead. Children are the future and they deserve better. During the day, are like robots, pulled from one place to another. No time to play, no time for them. And at night, the only time available for their souls fly free, guided solely by your imagination, do not! Someone has stolen the imagination. Magii
has been confined in a small, filthy cell. The cabal keeps kidnapped more than 20 years. Time passes, Magii gets older and his power slowly fades over time. Nevertheless, the souls of children, thousands, millions of misguided souls, come together each night about its strongest link. Immobile, impassive, surrounded by an eerie silence. And it will continue until Magii be released or become chronic adult.
We, members of previous generations, we have spread the mantle. Or at best, grew up under its shadow and never know that we care about the other side. But still, it is our responsibility. They are our sons, brothers, cousins, nieces, neighbors or strangers, it does not matter. But they deserve to have a childhood! Dream! As we dream when we were like them. And that can grow as adults free! We have created a world
adult chronic and we have forgotten, that really is not our world. Is yours ... We owe
!
235X235mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
Abnormal Polarisation
MAGII. NOTES
I have often discussed with my mentor because of "imagination" of the new generations.
I told him time and again that television in my time, and currently most video game consoles, undermined the spirit and imagination of children. On his band, he refused to believe my theory. Despite having to deal every day with lots of kids of different ages who are unable to draw anything if not copied. Today
is not too difficult to meet a group of Chavalit's just 5 years, if at all, with their video games all afternoon sitting on a bench.
After we lay hands on the head when we talk about childhood obesity, the aggressiveness of children ...
Well, I'll stop because I go on.
about a year ago, or maybe something else, "said the man very sorry:
- Remember what you told me that children have no imagination. Well it hurts to admit it, but you were right.
Later it occurred to me as a sort of public denunciation.
A cloak of darkness spread over the ground too long. Each year that passes, it becomes more and thicker. Penetrates into the depths of our being, and prevents us from seeing our own dreams and hopes.
For us adults, there is no hope. But some have a lifetime ahead. Children are the future and they deserve better. During the day, are like robots, pulled from one place to another. No time to play, no time for them. And at night, the only time available for their souls fly free, guided solely by your imagination, do not! Someone has stolen the imagination. Magii
has been confined in a small, filthy cell. The cabal keeps kidnapped more than 20 years. Time passes, Magii gets older and his power slowly fades over time. Nevertheless, the souls of children, thousands, millions of misguided souls, come together each night about its strongest link. Immobile, impassive, surrounded by an eerie silence. And it will continue until Magii be released or become chronic adult.
We, members of previous generations, we have spread the mantle. Or at best, grew up under its shadow and never know that we care about the other side. But still, it is our responsibility. They are our sons, brothers, cousins, nieces, neighbors or strangers, it does not matter. But they deserve to have a childhood! Dream! As we dream when we were like them. And that can grow as adults free! We have created a world
adult chronic and we have forgotten, that really is not our world. Is yours ... We owe
!
235X235mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
I have often discussed with my mentor because of "imagination" of the new generations. I told him time and again that television in my time, and currently most video game consoles, undermined the spirit and imagination of children. On his band, he refused to believe my theory. Despite having to deal every day with lots of kids of different ages who are unable to draw anything if not copied. Today
is not too difficult to meet a group of Chavalit's just 5 years, if at all, with their video games all afternoon sitting on a bench.
After we lay hands on the head when we talk about childhood obesity, the aggressiveness of children ...
Well, I'll stop because I go on.
about a year ago, or maybe something else, "said the man very sorry:
- Remember what you told me that children have no imagination. Well it hurts to admit it, but you were right.
Later it occurred to me as a sort of public denunciation.
A cloak of darkness spread over the ground too long. Each year that passes, it becomes more and thicker. Penetrates into the depths of our being, and prevents us from seeing our own dreams and hopes.
For us adults, there is no hope. But some have a lifetime ahead. Children are the future and they deserve better. During the day, are like robots, pulled from one place to another. No time to play, no time for them. And at night, the only time available for their souls fly free, guided solely by your imagination, do not! Someone has stolen the imagination. Magii
has been confined in a small, filthy cell. The cabal keeps kidnapped more than 20 years. Time passes, Magii gets older and his power slowly fades over time. Nevertheless, the souls of children, thousands, millions of misguided souls, come together each night about its strongest link. Immobile, impassive, surrounded by an eerie silence. And it will continue until Magii be released or become chronic adult.
We, members of previous generations, we have spread the mantle. Or at best, grew up under its shadow and never know that we care about the other side. But still, it is our responsibility. They are our sons, brothers, cousins, nieces, neighbors or strangers, it does not matter. But they deserve to have a childhood! Dream! As we dream when we were like them. And that can grow as adults free! We have created a world
adult chronic and we have forgotten, that really is not our world. Is yours ... We owe
!
235X235mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
What Color Paint On Brazillian Cherry Wood Floor
WHY ME? LA TORRE DELS
Sometimes having nothing to do, is a big problem. And this is the result of one of those "creative void." I started it while "ACA" and I finished a year later. Is not dedicated or inspired by anyone in particular. It's just a way of not losing the sensitivity of the pen at a time lie still.
Despite all this, I like the result, especially force light.
The first light spin on themselves ... a severe headache makes him take her hand to her neck.
Hours pass and the environment gradually comes into focus ... a forest of bamboo looms over his aching body. And from atop a thick fog slips between the sheets, covering the wood with a sinister greenish ...
try to gather strength to stand up, but realizes that it is still early for that and is content to sit. Something
hangs back ... swords? To wield one of them, the blinding flashes of battles at times ... only see her arms bloodied, holding those swords and killing an enemy ... and again. ! Death and destruction invade your mind!
Swords "...? "Battle ...? Who am I? And where am I? Gradually
vision ... The forces ... Everything is back under his control.
Kneeling in the middle of a clear, tightly clutching his gun to feel observed. Strategy quickly takes shape in his mind to capture the stranger. Seen from a distance through a little window hides in vegetation.
Seconds before pouncing on it, two questions were burned in his mind: Who are you? Why do I see?
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on cardboard.
2008 
Sometimes having nothing to do, is a big problem. And this is the result of one of those "creative void." I started it while "ACA" and I finished a year later. Is not dedicated or inspired by anyone in particular. It's just a way of not losing the sensitivity of the pen at a time lie still. Despite all this, I like the result, especially force light.
The first light spin on themselves ... a severe headache makes him take her hand to her neck.
Hours pass and the environment gradually comes into focus ... a forest of bamboo looms over his aching body. And from atop a thick fog slips between the sheets, covering the wood with a sinister greenish ...
try to gather strength to stand up, but realizes that it is still early for that and is content to sit. Something
hangs back ... swords? To wield one of them, the blinding flashes of battles at times ... only see her arms bloodied, holding those swords and killing an enemy ... and again. ! Death and destruction invade your mind!
Swords "...? "Battle ...? Who am I? And where am I? Gradually
vision ... The forces ... Everything is back under his control.
Kneeling in the middle of a clear, tightly clutching his gun to feel observed. Strategy quickly takes shape in his mind to capture the stranger. Seen from a distance through a little window hides in vegetation.
Seconds before pouncing on it, two questions were burned in his mind: Who are you? Why do I see?
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on cardboard.
2008
What Color Paint On Brazillian Cherry Wood Floor
WHY ME? LA TORRE DELS
Sometimes having nothing to do, is a big problem. And this is the result of one of those "creative void." I started it while "ACA" and I finished a year later. Is not dedicated or inspired by anyone in particular. It's just a way of not losing the sensitivity of the pen at a time lie still.
Despite all this, I like the result, especially force light.
The first light spin on themselves ... a severe headache makes him take her hand to her neck.
Hours pass and the environment gradually comes into focus ... a forest of bamboo looms over his aching body. And from atop a thick fog slips between the sheets, covering the wood with a sinister greenish ...
try to gather strength to stand up, but realizes that it is still early for that and is content to sit. Something
hangs back ... swords? To wield one of them, the blinding flashes of battles at times ... only see her arms bloodied, holding those swords and killing an enemy ... and again. ! Death and destruction invade your mind!
Swords "...? "Battle ...? Who am I? And where am I? Gradually
vision ... The forces ... Everything is back under his control.
Kneeling in the middle of a clear, tightly clutching his gun to feel observed. Strategy quickly takes shape in his mind to capture the stranger. Seen from a distance through a little window hides in vegetation.
Seconds before pouncing on it, two questions were burned in his mind: Who are you? Why do I see?
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on cardboard.
2008
Sometimes having nothing to do, is a big problem. And this is the result of one of those "creative void." I started it while "ACA" and I finished a year later. Is not dedicated or inspired by anyone in particular. It's just a way of not losing the sensitivity of the pen at a time lie still. Despite all this, I like the result, especially force light.
The first light spin on themselves ... a severe headache makes him take her hand to her neck.
Hours pass and the environment gradually comes into focus ... a forest of bamboo looms over his aching body. And from atop a thick fog slips between the sheets, covering the wood with a sinister greenish ...
try to gather strength to stand up, but realizes that it is still early for that and is content to sit. Something
hangs back ... swords? To wield one of them, the blinding flashes of battles at times ... only see her arms bloodied, holding those swords and killing an enemy ... and again. ! Death and destruction invade your mind!
Swords "...? "Battle ...? Who am I? And where am I? Gradually
vision ... The forces ... Everything is back under his control.
Kneeling in the middle of a clear, tightly clutching his gun to feel observed. Strategy quickly takes shape in his mind to capture the stranger. Seen from a distance through a little window hides in vegetation.
Seconds before pouncing on it, two questions were burned in his mind: Who are you? Why do I see?
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on cardboard.
2008
How Much Is Weymouth Club Membership
Frares.
In a small town of Girona, called Hostalric is this tower, which originally was part of the defenses of this small population of Catalonia. Gets its name from a convent next door.
Back in 1997 I met in Paris with a girl of this town. Over time and many letters, we became good friends. After several years
asking a drawing, this was the result.
I think he liked it! Lol.
During the full moon at the beginning of S. XIX the prior and his congregation minimum, met in a tower adjacent to the convent, to practice their rituals in secret. The order thought
carnal union between a man and a woman was the only way to "experience God." Covered
night in the privacy of the tower, accompanied by their priests, monks completely surrendered "to God" to the first light of dawn. After a night of sex, screams, sweat and smell of burning wax, all poachers retreated to the next moon.
But one day this routine was interrupted by the invasion of the French army. The tower was taken by the invaders and the congregation was forced to suspend their individual explorations the soul.
One morning, just before Matins, the monks were awakened by a loud bang startled. The Gauls in their hasty retreat, had tried to destroy the tower because of its enormous strategic power, not knowing what was their legitimate purpose. But something went wrong and what they got was more open a huge gap on the top floor.
The congregation led by the prior and accompanied by the priests, moved the first sentence at the bottom of the tower, full of gratitude and lust contained, and that night again go with the call "God."
400X250mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2008 
In a small town of Girona, called Hostalric is this tower, which originally was part of the defenses of this small population of Catalonia. Gets its name from a convent next door. 
Back in 1997 I met in Paris with a girl of this town. Over time and many letters, we became good friends. After several years
asking a drawing, this was the result.
I think he liked it! Lol.
During the full moon at the beginning of S. XIX the prior and his congregation minimum, met in a tower adjacent to the convent, to practice their rituals in secret. The order thought
carnal union between a man and a woman was the only way to "experience God." Covered
night in the privacy of the tower, accompanied by their priests, monks completely surrendered "to God" to the first light of dawn. After a night of sex, screams, sweat and smell of burning wax, all poachers retreated to the next moon.
But one day this routine was interrupted by the invasion of the French army. The tower was taken by the invaders and the congregation was forced to suspend their individual explorations the soul.
One morning, just before Matins, the monks were awakened by a loud bang startled. The Gauls in their hasty retreat, had tried to destroy the tower because of its enormous strategic power, not knowing what was their legitimate purpose. But something went wrong and what they got was more open a huge gap on the top floor.
The congregation led by the prior and accompanied by the priests, moved the first sentence at the bottom of the tower, full of gratitude and lust contained, and that night again go with the call "God."
400X250mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2008
How Much Is Weymouth Club Membership
Frares.
In a small town of Girona, called Hostalric is this tower, which originally was part of the defenses of this small population of Catalonia. Gets its name from a convent next door.
Back in 1997 I met in Paris with a girl of this town. Over time and many letters, we became good friends. After several years
asking a drawing, this was the result.
I think he liked it! Lol.
During the full moon at the beginning of S. XIX the prior and his congregation minimum, met in a tower adjacent to the convent, to practice their rituals in secret. The order thought
carnal union between a man and a woman was the only way to "experience God." Covered
night in the privacy of the tower, accompanied by their priests, monks completely surrendered "to God" to the first light of dawn. After a night of sex, screams, sweat and smell of burning wax, all poachers retreated to the next moon.
But one day this routine was interrupted by the invasion of the French army. The tower was taken by the invaders and the congregation was forced to suspend their individual explorations the soul.
One morning, just before Matins, the monks were awakened by a loud bang startled. The Gauls in their hasty retreat, had tried to destroy the tower because of its enormous strategic power, not knowing what was their legitimate purpose. But something went wrong and what they got was more open a huge gap on the top floor.
The congregation led by the prior and accompanied by the priests, moved the first sentence at the bottom of the tower, full of gratitude and lust contained, and that night again go with the call "God."
400X250mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2008
In a small town of Girona, called Hostalric is this tower, which originally was part of the defenses of this small population of Catalonia. Gets its name from a convent next door. Back in 1997 I met in Paris with a girl of this town. Over time and many letters, we became good friends. After several years
asking a drawing, this was the result.
I think he liked it! Lol.
During the full moon at the beginning of S. XIX the prior and his congregation minimum, met in a tower adjacent to the convent, to practice their rituals in secret. The order thought
carnal union between a man and a woman was the only way to "experience God." Covered
night in the privacy of the tower, accompanied by their priests, monks completely surrendered "to God" to the first light of dawn. After a night of sex, screams, sweat and smell of burning wax, all poachers retreated to the next moon.
But one day this routine was interrupted by the invasion of the French army. The tower was taken by the invaders and the congregation was forced to suspend their individual explorations the soul.
One morning, just before Matins, the monks were awakened by a loud bang startled. The Gauls in their hasty retreat, had tried to destroy the tower because of its enormous strategic power, not knowing what was their legitimate purpose. But something went wrong and what they got was more open a huge gap on the top floor.
The congregation led by the prior and accompanied by the priests, moved the first sentence at the bottom of the tower, full of gratitude and lust contained, and that night again go with the call "God."
400X250mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2008
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Hitching Rides On Sailboats
LIVERACIÓN.
After having lost almost everything in just over a year, one day you decide to take a look back and try to tie one of the many loose ends that have been leaving in your short life. So I made first hand.
You soon realize that there rope already tied the other end. So not only do not need you, but soon realize that you have become an uncomfortable visit. So annoying you just getting a code number on the agenda of the mobile, or a rare name among contacts of mail.
This picture commemorates the day "ritual" from which everything would be easier. But really all he has done is distancing more. Of course I was not invited to this "ceremony", so any coincidence with reality is the result of chance.
And there is no good that evil does not come (or something ...), at least the experience has helped me to make a good picture. I recognize that there are many things I could have done better, or at least different. But in his day was a great challenge to face, and I'm pretty happy with the result.
One night, in search of relief and tears bathed in cold, Princess Adhara take a difficult decision ... It was very
while those innocent letters were arriving little by little hands ... a poor devil had written without knowing the impact that would cause the princess.
Time, which heals everything, could not ease the pain of a dream, perhaps impossible. The magic
renewing "a noite das witches" for Adhara create a different future. No stale memories of a better past ...
was time. Adhara could feel the magic floating in the atmosphere ... the memory of previous years with the refiner's fire, now became impatient to begin the ritual ... but tonight everything would be different. Tonight was just for her ... in the privacy of the roof of the palace, lit by a huge fire and a sky tinged with red, so characteristic of the evening of the shortest night of the year. Princess Adhara start a new life
The smell of old paper aroused Adhara the overwhelming desire to plunge one last time with the words of the past. Those in which, for years and in the solitude of his quarters, had sunk every night, trying to escape from your reality ...
Cando was finished reading, the sound of the wind brought back the sound of a familiar voice almost buried by time and distance ... and again, a chill down his spine desire
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2008 
After having lost almost everything in just over a year, one day you decide to take a look back and try to tie one of the many loose ends that have been leaving in your short life. So I made first hand. You soon realize that there rope already tied the other end. So not only do not need you, but soon realize that you have become an uncomfortable visit. So annoying you just getting a code number on the agenda of the mobile, or a rare name among contacts of mail.
This picture commemorates the day "ritual" from which everything would be easier. But really all he has done is distancing more. Of course I was not invited to this "ceremony", so any coincidence with reality is the result of chance.
And there is no good that evil does not come (or something ...), at least the experience has helped me to make a good picture. I recognize that there are many things I could have done better, or at least different. But in his day was a great challenge to face, and I'm pretty happy with the result.
One night, in search of relief and tears bathed in cold, Princess Adhara take a difficult decision ... It was very
while those innocent letters were arriving little by little hands ... a poor devil had written without knowing the impact that would cause the princess.
Time, which heals everything, could not ease the pain of a dream, perhaps impossible. The magic
renewing "a noite das witches" for Adhara create a different future. No stale memories of a better past ...
was time. Adhara could feel the magic floating in the atmosphere ... the memory of previous years with the refiner's fire, now became impatient to begin the ritual ... but tonight everything would be different. Tonight was just for her ... in the privacy of the roof of the palace, lit by a huge fire and a sky tinged with red, so characteristic of the evening of the shortest night of the year. Princess Adhara start a new life
The smell of old paper aroused Adhara the overwhelming desire to plunge one last time with the words of the past. Those in which, for years and in the solitude of his quarters, had sunk every night, trying to escape from your reality ...
Cando was finished reading, the sound of the wind brought back the sound of a familiar voice almost buried by time and distance ... and again, a chill down his spine desire
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2008
Hitching Rides On Sailboats
LIVERACIÓN.
After having lost almost everything in just over a year, one day you decide to take a look back and try to tie one of the many loose ends that have been leaving in your short life. So I made first hand.
You soon realize that there rope already tied the other end. So not only do not need you, but soon realize that you have become an uncomfortable visit. So annoying you just getting a code number on the agenda of the mobile, or a rare name among contacts of mail.
This picture commemorates the day "ritual" from which everything would be easier. But really all he has done is distancing more. Of course I was not invited to this "ceremony", so any coincidence with reality is the result of chance.
And there is no good that evil does not come (or something ...), at least the experience has helped me to make a good picture. I recognize that there are many things I could have done better, or at least different. But in his day was a great challenge to face, and I'm pretty happy with the result.
One night, in search of relief and tears bathed in cold, Princess Adhara take a difficult decision ... It was very
while those innocent letters were arriving little by little hands ... a poor devil had written without knowing the impact that would cause the princess.
Time, which heals everything, could not ease the pain of a dream, perhaps impossible. The magic
renewing "a noite das witches" for Adhara create a different future. No stale memories of a better past ...
was time. Adhara could feel the magic floating in the atmosphere ... the memory of previous years with the refiner's fire, now became impatient to begin the ritual ... but tonight everything would be different. Tonight was just for her ... in the privacy of the roof of the palace, lit by a huge fire and a sky tinged with red, so characteristic of the evening of the shortest night of the year. Princess Adhara start a new life
The smell of old paper aroused Adhara the overwhelming desire to plunge one last time with the words of the past. Those in which, for years and in the solitude of his quarters, had sunk every night, trying to escape from your reality ...
Cando was finished reading, the sound of the wind brought back the sound of a familiar voice almost buried by time and distance ... and again, a chill down his spine desire
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2008
After having lost almost everything in just over a year, one day you decide to take a look back and try to tie one of the many loose ends that have been leaving in your short life. So I made first hand. You soon realize that there rope already tied the other end. So not only do not need you, but soon realize that you have become an uncomfortable visit. So annoying you just getting a code number on the agenda of the mobile, or a rare name among contacts of mail.
This picture commemorates the day "ritual" from which everything would be easier. But really all he has done is distancing more. Of course I was not invited to this "ceremony", so any coincidence with reality is the result of chance.
And there is no good that evil does not come (or something ...), at least the experience has helped me to make a good picture. I recognize that there are many things I could have done better, or at least different. But in his day was a great challenge to face, and I'm pretty happy with the result.
One night, in search of relief and tears bathed in cold, Princess Adhara take a difficult decision ... It was very
while those innocent letters were arriving little by little hands ... a poor devil had written without knowing the impact that would cause the princess.
Time, which heals everything, could not ease the pain of a dream, perhaps impossible. The magic
renewing "a noite das witches" for Adhara create a different future. No stale memories of a better past ...
was time. Adhara could feel the magic floating in the atmosphere ... the memory of previous years with the refiner's fire, now became impatient to begin the ritual ... but tonight everything would be different. Tonight was just for her ... in the privacy of the roof of the palace, lit by a huge fire and a sky tinged with red, so characteristic of the evening of the shortest night of the year. Princess Adhara start a new life
The smell of old paper aroused Adhara the overwhelming desire to plunge one last time with the words of the past. Those in which, for years and in the solitude of his quarters, had sunk every night, trying to escape from your reality ...
Cando was finished reading, the sound of the wind brought back the sound of a familiar voice almost buried by time and distance ... and again, a chill down his spine desire
320X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2008
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Kidney Pain From Std?
ACA.
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In late 2007, I spent a couple of days in Rome for work.
Besides a terrible foot pain and a lot of photos, I brought an idea for this work, with which to pay an old "debt."
The result was this: a good idea, with a half-developed story.
long ago I approach each job as a small personal challenge. In the previous two, faces the challenge was to achieve a small size. In this, enter the color in the character of Here, in order to distinguish it from the statue.
Create open spaces and the sense of depth is something that I'm still working.
Back in the year 349 are abolished pagan worship in the great Roman Empire.
House of Vestal is destroyed and these, stripped of all good material, obligations and rights, are thrown into the streets ... Here
walks through the crowd, trying to pass unnoticed. But his few clothes torn glimpse a mark on your skin that reveals their identity. The last high priestess of the city.
After walking all night, arrives at the temple of Venus. With the first light and can distinguish a huge statue that was looking for. Just a few days
behind the image of that child was revered as "The Son of Venus." But now everything seemed pointless.
Still, convinced that that statue was the one who would give him for so many years had been banned, Aca delivery "the sacred fire of Vesta" as an offering, and pleads for help ...
Graphite and
425X420mm l. watercolor on paper.
2008 
.jpg)
In late 2007, I spent a couple of days in Rome for work. Besides a terrible foot pain and a lot of photos, I brought an idea for this work, with which to pay an old "debt."
The result was this: a good idea, with a half-developed story.
long ago I approach each job as a small personal challenge. In the previous two, faces the challenge was to achieve a small size. In this, enter the color in the character of Here, in order to distinguish it from the statue.
Create open spaces and the sense of depth is something that I'm still working.
Back in the year 349 are abolished pagan worship in the great Roman Empire.
House of Vestal is destroyed and these, stripped of all good material, obligations and rights, are thrown into the streets ... Here
walks through the crowd, trying to pass unnoticed. But his few clothes torn glimpse a mark on your skin that reveals their identity. The last high priestess of the city.
After walking all night, arrives at the temple of Venus. With the first light and can distinguish a huge statue that was looking for. Just a few days
behind the image of that child was revered as "The Son of Venus." But now everything seemed pointless.
Still, convinced that that statue was the one who would give him for so many years had been banned, Aca delivery "the sacred fire of Vesta" as an offering, and pleads for help ...
Graphite and
425X420mm l. watercolor on paper.
2008
Kidney Pain From Std?
ACA.
In late 2007, I spent a couple of days in Rome for work.
Besides a terrible foot pain and a lot of photos, I brought an idea for this work, with which to pay an old "debt."
The result was this: a good idea, with a half-developed story.
long ago I approach each job as a small personal challenge. In the previous two, faces the challenge was to achieve a small size. In this, enter the color in the character of Here, in order to distinguish it from the statue.
Create open spaces and the sense of depth is something that I'm still working.
Back in the year 349 are abolished pagan worship in the great Roman Empire.
House of Vestal is destroyed and these, stripped of all good material, obligations and rights, are thrown into the streets ... Here
walks through the crowd, trying to pass unnoticed. But his few clothes torn glimpse a mark on your skin that reveals their identity. The last high priestess of the city.
After walking all night, arrives at the temple of Venus. With the first light and can distinguish a huge statue that was looking for. Just a few days
behind the image of that child was revered as "The Son of Venus." But now everything seemed pointless.
Still, convinced that that statue was the one who would give him for so many years had been banned, Aca delivery "the sacred fire of Vesta" as an offering, and pleads for help ...
Graphite and
425X420mm l. watercolor on paper.
2008
In late 2007, I spent a couple of days in Rome for work. Besides a terrible foot pain and a lot of photos, I brought an idea for this work, with which to pay an old "debt."
The result was this: a good idea, with a half-developed story.
long ago I approach each job as a small personal challenge. In the previous two, faces the challenge was to achieve a small size. In this, enter the color in the character of Here, in order to distinguish it from the statue.
Create open spaces and the sense of depth is something that I'm still working.
Back in the year 349 are abolished pagan worship in the great Roman Empire.
House of Vestal is destroyed and these, stripped of all good material, obligations and rights, are thrown into the streets ... Here
walks through the crowd, trying to pass unnoticed. But his few clothes torn glimpse a mark on your skin that reveals their identity. The last high priestess of the city.
After walking all night, arrives at the temple of Venus. With the first light and can distinguish a huge statue that was looking for. Just a few days
behind the image of that child was revered as "The Son of Venus." But now everything seemed pointless.
Still, convinced that that statue was the one who would give him for so many years had been banned, Aca delivery "the sacred fire of Vesta" as an offering, and pleads for help ...
Graphite and
425X420mm l. watercolor on paper.
2008
Cinderella Themed Balloons
YOU CHANGE A LOOK ...
In his day was a very difficult job to raise, since everything started, once again, the title. Excerpted from the song "Lost in 2004 "Crude of Korazon .
is dedicated to a good friend with a difficult and lonely life.
As I said once, the little details are very important. And the fact that tattooing is a small symbol of this drawing, designed especially for the occasion, it makes me feel the luckiest person in the world.
And what better clip for a job like this, a few lines "manuscript" of his own character, which read:
"... It's hard to suffer, very hard ... but I hope that everyone who has suffered with the suffering. Someone to cry along with you. Someone who will wipe the tears with the same that theirs was sedated. Someone who will just watch you breath, life ... it all for nothing.
And I, I dried my tears ... "
(EAF_FEB.2006) 500X320mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2007 
In his day was a very difficult job to raise, since everything started, once again, the title. Excerpted from the song "Lost in 2004 "Crude of Korazon . is dedicated to a good friend with a difficult and lonely life.
As I said once, the little details are very important. And the fact that tattooing is a small symbol of this drawing, designed especially for the occasion, it makes me feel the luckiest person in the world.
And what better clip for a job like this, a few lines "manuscript" of his own character, which read:
"... It's hard to suffer, very hard ... but I hope that everyone who has suffered with the suffering. Someone to cry along with you. Someone who will wipe the tears with the same that theirs was sedated. Someone who will just watch you breath, life ... it all for nothing.
And I, I dried my tears ... "
(EAF_FEB.2006) 500X320mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2007
Cinderella Themed Balloons
YOU CHANGE A LOOK ...
In his day was a very difficult job to raise, since everything started, once again, the title. Excerpted from the song "Lost in 2004 "Crude of Korazon .
is dedicated to a good friend with a difficult and lonely life.
As I said once, the little details are very important. And the fact that tattooing is a small symbol of this drawing, designed especially for the occasion, it makes me feel the luckiest person in the world.
And what better clip for a job like this, a few lines "manuscript" of his own character, which read:
"... It's hard to suffer, very hard ... but I hope that everyone who has suffered with the suffering. Someone to cry along with you. Someone who will wipe the tears with the same that theirs was sedated. Someone who will just watch you breath, life ... it all for nothing.
And I, I dried my tears ... "
(EAF_FEB.2006) 500X320mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2007
In his day was a very difficult job to raise, since everything started, once again, the title. Excerpted from the song "Lost in 2004 "Crude of Korazon . is dedicated to a good friend with a difficult and lonely life.
As I said once, the little details are very important. And the fact that tattooing is a small symbol of this drawing, designed especially for the occasion, it makes me feel the luckiest person in the world.
And what better clip for a job like this, a few lines "manuscript" of his own character, which read:
"... It's hard to suffer, very hard ... but I hope that everyone who has suffered with the suffering. Someone to cry along with you. Someone who will wipe the tears with the same that theirs was sedated. Someone who will just watch you breath, life ... it all for nothing.
And I, I dried my tears ... "
(EAF_FEB.2006) 500X320mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.
2007
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