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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wedding Program Verbage

trickle down.

Here is the second, and so far last, installment of "Pocket Cartoons."

In this sequel I tried to live by the first, although I admit that is a bit caught by the hair.

For its small size is a little difficult to make a drawing elaborate, so understanding its meaning may be impossible for anyone not familiar with its fundamentals. 83X52mm


Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2007

Wedding Program Verbage

trickle down.

Here is the second, and so far last, installment of "Pocket Cartoons."

In this sequel I tried to live by the first, although I admit that is a bit caught by the hair.

For its small size is a little difficult to make a drawing elaborate, so understanding its meaning may be impossible for anyone not familiar with its fundamentals. 83X52mm


Graphite and l. watercolor on paper. 2007

Benzocaine False Positive

DIANCEHT. VENTOLIN

My country is well known for its "witches." Although this term has negative connotations implied, not at all agree with this character. Until recently I was very skeptical about the issue, but there is like taking headlong into a wall to realize it was there. And that's my case. I tried its power on my skin and those of my loved ones, and I had no choice but to pull my hat and pay this tax. My dear

"Meiga" I do not know the source of your power, but I hope we continue to protect your spells for many years.

A million thanks!

DIANCEHT
is one that is in possession of healing secrets, unless, of course, that "the patient has affected the brain or spinal cord." Is the lady of divination and wisdom. Aware of the secrets of life ... It is associated with fire and sun.
Dianceht has knowledge of a number of medicinal plants and herbal medicine practice combined with magic.
"Myth Celtic

500X100mm Graphite and l.
watercolor on paper.
2007

Benzocaine False Positive

DIANCEHT. VENTOLIN

My country is well known for its "witches." Although this term has negative connotations implied, not at all agree with this character. Until recently I was very skeptical about the issue, but there is like taking headlong into a wall to realize it was there. And that's my case. I tried its power on my skin and those of my loved ones, and I had no choice but to pull my hat and pay this tax. My dear

"Meiga" I do not know the source of your power, but I hope we continue to protect your spells for many years.

A million thanks!

DIANCEHT
is one that is in possession of healing secrets, unless, of course, that "the patient has affected the brain or spinal cord." Is the lady of divination and wisdom. Aware of the secrets of life ... It is associated with fire and sun.
Dianceht has knowledge of a number of medicinal plants and herbal medicine practice combined with magic.
"Myth Celtic

500X100mm Graphite and l.
watercolor on paper.
2007

Good Rifle Scope On A Budget

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This work is based on a myth Cantabrian and dedicated to a person who leaves me every month and helps me wings to fly. Thank
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that same name as the drug is pure coincidence. And I have to say in my defense, I did not know until after the match ended.

The light winds are geniuses benevolent and sympathetic with angel face and large green wings, his eyes are as white as the foam of the waves. The light winds are responsible for helping people and especially to the old fishermen unable paddling or who are in danger at sea. When a fisherman is tired down from the clouds of the sunset, its supposed place of origin and cause blowing a gentle breeze carries the boat safely to shore. They also help protect them from the cold with their wings or helping to load the fish in his boat.
"Myth Cantabrian"

100X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.

2007

Good Rifle Scope On A Budget

.

This work is based on a myth Cantabrian and dedicated to a person who leaves me every month and helps me wings to fly. Thank
. The

that same name as the drug is pure coincidence. And I have to say in my defense, I did not know until after the match ended.

The light winds are geniuses benevolent and sympathetic with angel face and large green wings, his eyes are as white as the foam of the waves. The light winds are responsible for helping people and especially to the old fishermen unable paddling or who are in danger at sea. When a fisherman is tired down from the clouds of the sunset, its supposed place of origin and cause blowing a gentle breeze carries the boat safely to shore. They also help protect them from the cold with their wings or helping to load the fish in his boat.
"Myth Cantabrian"

100X500mm
Graphite and l. watercolor on paper.

2007