With five months and counting of crutches, cast, orthopaedic shoes, surgery and more crutches, I try to make my days as productive as I can. When it doesn't work it's only because there is so much I want to do that I end up not doing a thing at all. Luckily, that isn't always the … Continue reading The seclusion strokes
My first real attempts at drawing only started a little after I turned 30. Just like with photography (and those teenage oh-so-deep-and-observant writing drafts), my absolute favourite theme has always been people. Even during the age of analogue film photography, when a film roll of 36 photos would last you a year, my friends would often … Continue reading Back to basics
Trying to practice the basics with one of my dream illustrators. The original: My humble attempt:
Watercolour on black paper experiment, in the making
The anniversary peacock.
The upside of being indoors on hot August days.
Stuck at home for a while and don't feel like zombie-ing out in front of a screen? Always wanted to try something but think you're too old? Here's Miss Watercolour Fox to get you inspired.
Sketched tribute to one of my heroes captured with dodgy smartphone camera:
Sketch in progress.
Bloco preto novo:
Lord Peafowl hadn’t really meant to kill his father. Granted, he had waited impatiently for his father to die, even secretly prayed for it on occasion during mass, but he didn’t intend for the old man to die by his hands. If only he hadn’t said those things to him, shouting that he was useless, … Continue reading ‘Lady of the Sea’ – Peafowl
Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot. Dream, in Sandman #19: "A Midsummer Night's Dream", Neil Gaiman
não sei quem é mas tem um ar simpático:
One day I'll get it right.
a brincar com o bloco de papel preto novo:
A brincar com carvão