Right Now

In my dreams I see people long gone. Why are they coming back? I fight with Atfar because of his and my terrible bad temper, a fierceness we haven’t seen in ourselves, at least not to that extreme. I love people I hate. I hate people I love. All defies me. All wants me back.

Reptoroach

Rare mix of roach and reptile: with short legs, long tail and large spiraled antennas

Between cockroach and reptile. Perhaps it is the representation of some dark area. Maybe it’s me trying to capture everything with my spiraled antennas. The strangest thing is that I hate cockroaches but I love reptiles. Yin and Yang.

Out and in

It happened to me twice, so weird… From which realities was I waking? Opening my eyes and not knowing who you were. Passing the first minute of the day with emotions that didn’t match my reality (of solitude, of abandonment). The feeling of having dropped from nothingness to that moment.

The Way Of The Angel

A sun, a road and the horizon form what appears to be an angel with outstretched wings

Some time ago, I posted this picture in the spanish version of this blog. I translated for you the comments left at the time, they’re priceless.

Dessjuest: Very curious, with just a brief glimpse, two interpretations came to mind, one, a road, with the sun setting, the other, irreproducible for being so filthy, but the two came to me together.

pgatina: (ajhajhajh, to Dessjuest’s comment!!)
I loved the drawing, it has something from oriental calligraphy … and much calm.

Borgeano: The road is inevitable. Also Dessjuest. The title brings the ambiguity necessary to add richness to the drawing.

Dessjuest: I don’t believe it, really, nobody sees that angel is leaving turds on the road????

Sleeping

I want to lessen the dispersion, to go aloft. Where I reside, entire, altogether. I’m tired of attacking myself, of resisting myself, of hating myself. In my dreams (what are they?) I see myself playing every position, why is that so hard to see when I’m “awake”?

Naked With Flowers

A naked woman with very long hair, is showing her back and walks among flowers

I don’t particularly like being naked, I feel… I don’t know… like… naked. Who knows, maybe if the world were made of flowers.

Resting Dimension 3

The mob retreats at last, they are dressed funny so I laugh in my mind opening an enormous mouth which fills the entire room and eats everyone. Afterwards, the lights softens… some, the ones that make the environment sad; the others, the colored ones, come to life following the beat of the music. Ah… the music. I feel it in my body.

It is difficult to focus at first, for any song plays (or parts of songs rather); I hear them as the memories of my recent life pop in my head. In the end, I manage to choose one.

Donkey

Perspective drawing of a donkey with a closeup of his face with bulging eyes

I don’t know why I got to draw a donkey, subconscious stuff I guess. I made several illustrations in this style, kind of fauve; they got out fast, as if from really deep inside of me.

Gigantic

He answered her: “I don’t need to do that, to manipulate the physical, to demonstrate my power in the material. Because I work from behind the dream, creating beforehand, no fuss. Why forcing things and breaking accepted laws, making myself evident, when going back in time and planting a new seed suffices.”

Woman

Three-quarter portrait of a smiling woman

A trip to Bariloche with friends and many photos, we all loved to carry our camera everywhere. Afterwards, in a day of rain and nostalgia, I made this pencil version of one of them.