When Protest Posters Strike....

This is what happens when something breaks.....when something is affected by the visual taste.

Llamemos a Lista blog

Llamemos a lista Facebook group


and besides the fact that I'm the creator of both groups (technically, cause it was Trejos' idea)

I'm enjoying a lot the fact that my university was affected by the visual ideals that we all have been learning the past 2 years and half. This is the power of images, it's the power of the visual contact. That is why it is essential to me to draw, to photograph, to capture the power.

Long live the image.
Que viva...

y pues si, tengo pereza de traducir. Y que?


My protest poster


Can someone find out the artist that I used for inspiration? hint:popart, madonna
HA!

New Lomo Pictures

I will scan them and retouch them soon :)

Illustration about Pierre Louÿs

I drew this one day while I was looking thru erotic poems. I found this man and I was confused cause of his writing style.

El Árbol.
Me despojé de la ropa para subir a un árbol: mis muslos desnudos abrazaron la corteza húmeda y lisa, mis manos pisaron sus ramas.

Luego en lo alto, entre sus hojas y defendida del calor por su generosa sombra, me puse a caballo sobre una horquillada rama balanceando los pies en el aire.

Había llovido. Las gotas que caían del follaje se deslizaban por mi piel. Mis manos estaban manchadas de musgo y mis pies que habían caminado sobre las flores estaban teñidos de rojo.

Cuando el viento pasaba a través de la copa todavía empapada, el árbol se estremecía, y yo entonces apretaba más las piernas y posé mis labios entreabiertos en la nuca musgosa de una rama.


The Tree

I undressed to climb a tree; my naked thighs embraced the smooth and humid bark; my sandals climbed upon the branches.

High up, but still beneath the leaves and shaded from the heat, I straddled a wide-spread fork and swung my feet into the void.

It had rained. Drops of water fell and flowed upon my skin. My hands were soiled with moss and my heels were reddened by the crushed blossoms.

I felt the lovely tree living when the wind passed through it; so I locked my legs tighter, and crushed my open lips to the hairy nape of a bough.

Dry Point / Punta Seca

My first dry point
Mi primera plancha de punta seca.

La expresión punta seca describe la técnica de rayar o rozar directamente la superficie de una plancha de metal (cobre, zinc, aluminio), o de plástico (mica, acrílico, CD), con una punta afilada de acero (agujas, puntas de compas, etc)

Drypoint is the technique of scratching directly on the surface of a metal plate (copper, zinc, aluminum) or plastics (acrylic, CD), with a sharp steel tip (needle compass, etc)

http://puntaseca.blogspot.com/

Prints coming soon

Mientras estaba enferma....

"While I was sick,I only thought about your kisses here.
And I dreamt about them making me feel better."


I miss you.

I wont do it anymore.

I wont finish the "Project 37".
It was a failure.
It was stupid in a way that I really don't need self pressure to finish something.
It was my decision and now I call it quits. Why not? It's mine and I'll decide when to quit my shit, specially if it haunts me (sometimes).
Quitter? sure why not.... I'm quitting smoking and it's working. This isn't working either so I quit.

Another Crying Portrait October 2009

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This is too much.

Moan

"I like when you moan inside my mouth. You make my tongue vibrate. You make my heart shake."

unDos

the great thing about looking at what I have done 3 hours after I finished a drawing is how I can look at it and say "this is crap". When I was ready to upload 2 images I looked at them and had to put them down immediately.
Yay....
:(

Tranquila September 2009

I've been feling "tranquila" lately.
Even more now.

I don't like to draw myself smiling, but this one deserved to have a little one :)
Yay :)

Another Crying Portrait "Afterclap"

Hello September

Another crying portrait, gawd damn it.
I miss taking pictures.
I still looking for that perfect artistic nude.
Anyone interested?

18/37 T. Tee

I guess I don't like selfpressure, that's why I didn't finish project 37 on time.
But I will finish it because I do like to finish/complete my stuff. Although it doesn't make sense anymore.

After a long time figuring out the background i decided to leave it blank. It looks better this way.


Breath T. just breath.

Fuck You Righty

Fuck you righty, you can go fuck yourself...but I might as well need you to do that, fucker.


:D

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You see how easy this is?

http://www.artdesign365.blogspot.com/

17/37 Quoted

WIP: work in progress



"I paint pictures of myself to remind myself that I'm still around"- Andy Warhol

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"Me dibujo solo para saber que existo"- Andy Warhol