Today I joined protests and late at night was lucky to watch this Batucada (sounded far better than in my video). They are protesting against new labour laws. Laws that in a country with little morals (everybody wants to be the king of Spain….) will probably be used in abusive ways. Drums are so heightening that they could well be protesting against unemployment or be protesting AGAINST peace and justice, that you would find yourself agreeing, immersed into he music as with the piper of Hamelin. Luckily they are very right in their protesting issues. Anyhow, best thing was to discover my ex work colleague and ex account exec but better photographer Raki there. In the video linked you´l l spot her, always in style, dressing a white shirt, showing her beautiful muscled arms and perfect hair trim, drumming in all her coolness. Yesterday I was for bringing guillotine back. But hey, today I say: let´s vote for always protesting with music and glam.
The tone of this week: working too much with little time to draw for this blog. More sketchbook archaeology, then. Today, after Fashion Design and Home Decor, another drawing from my 80´s. A face coloured with real make up, to decide how to make up my eyes. I was really good at using and mixing more than 2 shadows on my eyes, properly combined with lipsticks, and still looking good. Make up, oh little Suzie…
Tomorrow there is a general strike in Spain. I am too tired to talk about it now, but as much I feel fucked up with our politics, before, in the latest 10 years, and nowadays, I like very little our trade unions representatives, their official reasons and the mediatic fights we watch. Somehow I feel the only way is being really radical. Off with everyone´s head…. but mine. I should rule the world ;-)
. And this, ;-P means “oh please, Spanish police, don´t beat me for saying off with your bosses heads, it´s my way of saying how miserable I am”.
Stopped working right now, tired to do other than more sketchbook archaeology from a box I found at my parents´. This drawings show, to my friends and family, and whoever got lost in the Internet and got to this post, how my teen fantasies moved from “fashion design” into “home decor”, at the end of 1988, when I turned 17. Probably I liked to imagine myself in a flat like this, in a modern inexistent city without dull schooling ecosystems trapping me.
This drawings also show how, this week, I seem to be turning my illustration blog into Facebook timeline…Good night all, I have 4 pillows and a bed waiting for me to melt with them.
She was only sixteen and she was not in love, but with fashion design. She was me, in school, forever fantazising, coming up with many looks and drawing them. At 16, I did drawings of the girls I desperately wanted to be, instead of a 68 kilo teen (damn Claudia Schiffer). Although I was not crazy enough to suffer a diet when it was easier to imagine and draw my dreamed look. I remember my girls were sometimes in funny positions, holding arms or dancing, or running. Because I drawed what I wanted to do at that moment, instead of being seated in a place I found so dull. With my brother’s Rotring pens, I designed the clothes and the shoes, and imagined the haircuts and the make ups. I gave the original drawings of this series to my friends, but had these photocopies to scan. Photocopies, those were the 80′s!!!. A year later, I forgot fashion design for gouache posters design. And my interests for drawing have oscillated ever since, and so has my weigh. Today I weighed myself and discovered that after a year indulging in casa53 gastroparties, I am 68 kg again… Probably it’s time to go back to draw alter egos!
Have already tried 4 combinations to get to the client where I´m daily coming for an in house gig. Tube+Walk/ Tube + Train + Tube / Tube + Bus/ Tube + Tramway. It never takes less than 1 hour. But I don´t want to use the car. I hate traffic jams and polluted skies. Wish I could try giant cats, for something a bit more fun.
Was good to check that commuters are definitely happier on friday. Not definately. Not definatly. Not definantly. Not definetly. Not definently.