I can´t stand my holidays being over. This is what I have to say:
Just let me know when FRIDAY comes.
Object drawn: a Toy I got as gift brought from Shanghai in 2008, one of Hi Panda! collection. I never knew if i like more the panda or the box he was packed into. So I make him stand on his box as a pedestal.
From here to here, there is something in fake flowers that attracts me like glitter to magpies. That´s why I got me this bunch of pink kitsch roses. Roses. Rosa Rosae. My absolute favourite flower, since I learned The Nightingale and the Petit Prince had both lived for them, not for that huge silly white mulberry we had in school to feed even sillier silk worms, that never lived more than a week. Who was I to choose a less romantic flower than some of my heroes had?
Yet, for decoration, I just like combining the roses symbolism with the silk and plastic cheerful superficiality. For the smell, I sometimes get me no matter what cosmetic product, as long as I really love its packaging, and is rose scented. For symbolism, I dry every rose I am ever offered, and I won´t say that I would even go as far as to bury them in special places, not to look what I really am…. Hey, just a fan of Oscar Wilde. For further confessions, please send donations.
Got this sketchbook. What initially looked like a super cool silicon sketchbook from Mark´s Tokyo Edge for my collection, turned to be a personal commission which will poison my free time making me work EVEN harder. mmm. Suspicious of a death squad? Nope. It came from the least toxic man I know: Mr 53.
Must fill it up by doing a drawing or more a day, using only these poisoned with inspiration felt-tip pens, part of the gift. The pens mandatory is interesting, because I am not specially skilled using them, so here there is a chance to experiment colouring. I have decided to keep on drawing the objects we keep in Casa53, to be consistent with this blog project. Only when I finish and deliver this sketchbook back, with an extra dose of art, will I get the antidote to exhaustion. Please please, make it sweet.
I got a superglue that fixes mugs and lemonloves.
Watching TV news you need to shift your gaze elsewhere from to time to time, to swallow the bit s of food from your dinner, trying to ignore the World you left out as you closed the door of your home, a World that shows all its pains in your screen. But it is impossible. The World rotates and revolve and you can´t stop it. Since the earthquake and tsunami in Japan I try not to shift my gaze down, but from time to time, in front of this catastrophe, I still prefer to look around. Useless. I see all the lovely and cool things we have from Japan. Books, illustrations, clothes, games, toys…Japanders rock. I listed the names of the brands and the people from Japan we admire. And then I googled them to check if there was any news. I immediately found this useful site. It is a person finder. It is quick and you can give information if you have got it, or look for the ones you love http://japan.person-finder.appspot.com/
We all hope Japan nightmare to end soon.
And as Forges (brilliant Spanish cartoonist) says everyday: “but don´t forget Haiti”.
To donate: http://www.wikihow.com/Help-Earthquake-Victims-in-Japan
(from Spain) http://www.readwriteweb.es/socialmedia/como-donar-japn/
To read some thoughts on donating only on emergencies this is an interesting post with interesting comments
To all, and specially to Soo. The object I chose is a japanese paper lantern I brought from Seoul to Madrid, for my litlte lamps collection. This is soft light for you, Soo, to illuminate your way back throughout the World.
Wondering if I have abandoned this blog? Nope. I have not. Been hyper busy saving the galaxy from a thousand nightmares that have attacked us lately. If you did not notice it is because they attacked all to me, in my dreams, and I need to sleep a lot so I have time enough to fight them before I wake up. I heard they also call this hibernating. But, as I know you have visited 53m2 (thanks Clavs for your concern), you deserve some lines. Not real objects drawings, but subconscious drawings that I do all the time and sometimes keep for redrawing, colouring, resizing etc. Which I can´t do because I am busy saving the galaxy. ZZZZZZZZZ…
One day my brother Jaime was born, and he was a baby. I wasn’t. I was seven, visiting him in that hospital and not much interested. I found it funnier to plug my hairpin into the jack. Getting almost killed I learned that mothers like to accumulate kids, not substituting them. Later, new brother and I shared the room. He was cool. If only he didn´t sleep with his eyes open. Maybe he did so because I was a sleepwalker. We little monsters got on. Old brother and me took care of him while he grew up, and up, and up. Up to two meters high, the height needed to pack his so many qualities: super witty, clever, smart, ambitious, popular and big-hearted. One of those persons you would buy a second-hand car from. So I have just bought his, which I won´t draw, cause it´s not parked inside the 53m2 (only cause door is too small). Instead I will draw these awesome laughing teeth he gave me for my birthday, which I associate with all the times Jaime has taken me out to party or has made me laugh. Whenever he called and noticed sad boredom. Now I feel he is the one who has been really taking care of me, since I chose not to grow up. Jimmy rocks. Forever.
After my last post I was expecting a million comments on my experience with cults, tons of admired readers asking if last week I had been brainwashed or had sex in group.
But nothing really happened. If I think it twice, in the first place most of the people don´t go to places like the Art of Living, like almost none would go to Scientology headquarters in Madrid . Yep. No comments on cults. Who would have seen that coming? Speaking about it with Mr 53m2, he smiled at my disenchantment on not getting comments, and suggested to write on how Fernando Alonso lost the championship in Abu Dhabi. He is right: watching Formula 1, as other sports, movies, series and realities on TV before a good siesta, are the cults people prefer to empty their minds of their miseries. Although I am not good about writing critics on sports, not am I super trendy (now watching The Sopranos for the first time!). I am just about visuals. So the time has come when I need to draw the most precious object at 53m2. Not that it is any high-tech gadget. Or a bunch of the different stuff Mr 53m2 likes to collect. It is a LCD Samsung TV, which from now on I will use more to be properly brainwashed.
I will not post nor draw for another week…getting into new troubles. This time I have been abducted by a Korean company to spend 5 days in Wien and Bratislava on one of those “love your job at a multinational” meditation trips. From black to white, I like to go.
Taking pictures is a joy. Mr 53m2 spends time on it, enjoys lots the technical aspects of photography and has this little collection of cameras. He is pretty good on landscapes and he mostly like to take pictures on his travels. I also love taking them. All the time. Mostly because pictures, as my drawings, replace my poor memory when I tend to feel miserable and forget that I have been to exciting places, seen inspiring things and met a few magnetic people in my life. Pictures can be a great emotional back up. Worry only about what they mean for you. Make them truly yours. Keep only the ones that make you feel better. Share the ones that make you feel an artist. Smile.
