Weekend Recollection

It’s been a really weird weekend. A really violent-fun-nice-wannamurderyou kind of weekend. It’s been nice and fun because I had the opportunity to finally meet someone that I’ve come to really care for after a few years of Tumblr/Twitter/Facebook interaction. He’s a talented musician (my absolute favourite among his pieces is “The Departure”; you can listen to it here), a master of film criticism (here’s his website, although it’s in Spanish) and a good friend who understands me and the situations I usually go through because he has experienced them first, and knows better than anyone the prize that comes with frustation and failure when you know how to transform those feelings into art form. Nothing I could say about him would make him justice, so just click on the links above and let his brilliance do the talking.

It’s been a violent wannamurderyou kind of weekend because some things have happened that have made me stop believing in human race. Well, yeah, I am exaggerating, but the fact that I am incredibly disappointed in someone I never thought I would have a problem with remains. And because I am who I am, I have extrapolated my anger to everyone surrounding the offender (I’m as nice as I sound). Right now, I hope red wine and cheese are being placed on a tray so I can get bribed into forgiveness. And it will work because the way into any respectable woman’s heart is always red wine and cheese. If she doesn’t like either one of those things, run! She is not to be trusted.

Anyway, I have painted A LOT. Those of you who follow me on Facebook know it. I’ve been doing something slightly different, though. I’ve been focusing a bit more on male portraits because I want to master them before I start doing the more serious portraits I plan to do: real people portraits. And by real people I mean the people around me; family members, friends etc. Here’s what I’ve got so far:

I don’t want to finish this post without some sort of musical reference, without a soundtrack.  Somehow it’s easier for me to process certain events when there’s a song in my head portraying such events or my reactions towards them. What can I say? Sometimes I’m that melodramatic…

Single book of matches, gonna burn what’s standing in the way
Roaring down the mountain, now they’re calling on the fire brigade
Bury all the pictures and tell the kids that I’m ok
If I’m forgotten you’ll remember me for a day

I, I won’t ever be your cornerstone, I

All the black inside me is slowly seeping from the bone
Everything I cherished is slowly dying or it’s gone
Little shaking babies and drunkards seem to all agree
Once the show gets started it’s bound to be a sight to see

I won’t ever be your cornerstone
I don’t wanna be here holding on
 I won’t ever be your cornerstone, I

WATCH HER RUN, CAN YOU FEEL IT? 

 I won’t ever be your cornerstone
 I don’t wanna be here holding on
 I won’t ever be your cornerstone
 I don’t wanna be holding on

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Weekend Recollection

Finally painting again!

This time I am focusing on a more conceptual piece… It might seem a bit weird at the beginning, but you just have to pay attention to the details in order to understand the whole idea behind this work. Every little thing that’s portrayed has a meaning and a reason to be there, I’m not painting this one for the sake of beauty. The fact that I am using colors –yes, I know, I’m not doing a black and white piece, what’s wrong with me?!–  is no coincidence. Ever wondered what a purple or a black rose mean? Have you ever read The Raven by Poe? If you want to get the gist of this piece, it is mandatory to know those things! I am not getting into much detail explaining the concept behind it all because, firstly, it’s way too personal for me to put it down in words, and secondly, I’d rather let you draw your own conclusions. I have a long way to go, and I am already dreading  painting the girl’s skin and the background… Actually, I just noticed that I still have to finish some details of the sketch! Oh well...

This is what I have so far:

The title of this piece is inspired by Julia Stone’s “The line that ties me” song:

Weekend Recollection

Are there football fans in the room? Anyone who supports Real Madrid? My condolences… Ha, not really! Here’s to every Real Madrid supporter that in the past few weeks had taken the time to email me, message me on facebook or write me on whatsapp to remind me that Atlético de Madrid stood no chance in winning the Copa del Rey Championship! Pay attention:

WE WON!

Atletico Madrid players celebrate victory against Real Madrid after Spanish King's Cup final soccer match in Madrid

You know what they say; the one who laughs the last, laughs the loudest (or however you translate that saying to English) So this past week I had to avoid any football conversation that might had ended up with me bitch slapping someone. In all honesty, my faith was actually crumbling. 14 years without winning a derby were too many years, and we were playing in their field, their territory. Everything started like it usually did, with Real Madrid scoring in the first 30 minutes. But, oh, wasn’t it so sweet when Falcao passed the ball to my admired Diego Costa so he could put that beautiful little thing where it belonged? I felt embarrassed for even doubting my team…

So yeah, Atlético de Madrid won the only match that was worth winning. A final. In the Santiago Bernabeu stadium, with all the Real Madrid supporters’ smug faces and grins fading away during the second half of the extra time. I do not believe in God, but for those who do believe, God is not “white” after all, is him?

“The revenge you want will be yours in time” ( does anyone recognize this quote?)

I wanted to celebrate our victory by cooking something special… well, I wanted to bake something because the cream that I bought to make the NY Cheesecake was going to expire in the first place, but Atlético de Madrid’s victory gave me a better excuse to do so. I found an interesting recipe for Banana & Oatmeal cookies on this website, and I decided to give it a go. The result… could definitely have been better, but I am going to blame it on the fact that I didn’t have an appropiate blender. Also, my oven was a pain and decided to heat only half of the surface, leaving half of my precious cookies a bit more tanned than they were supposed to be. Still… they were delicious!

Apart from baking, shamefully watching Eurovision (my ears needed Metallica afterwards to recover from the experience), re-reading an amazing story that I stumbled upon nearly 4 years ago ( I’ll probably talk about it in another post), and studying for tomorrow’s exam, my weekend has been very uneventful. I still have the itch to paint, but I’d lose myself in the creation process forgetting the rest of the world and obligations. I know me well enough by now to know that I should avoid the temptation in order to fulfil my responsible student role…

I am dreading this week, by the way. 3 exams in 5 days… So:

Late Weekend Recollection

I know, I’m nowhere to be found. I don’t update my blog like I used to and I haven’t painted anything in a while. Why? Life happened. I’ve been focusing more on my exams, and last weekend was also my favourite person’s birthday, so I was busy with family visits and gatherings. I wish I had something interesting to say, or some painting idea to share with all of you, but the truth is that I don’t. I could tell you about International Tax Law, or about Philosophy of Law, but I have a feeling that you might not find that thrilling at all! I can’t tease and embarrass my friends on my blog either, because they’re also struggling with real life obligations and the only time I had to actually go out a bit and enjoy myself was yesterday after the could-have-been-a-disaster-but-maybe-I-pulled-it-off  International Tax Law exam

Post exam celebration

So, as a way of compensation for my lack of eloquence right now, I am going to show you the song that has been in my head lately.

Like I said, last weekend was my brother’s birthday. I still owe him his present (I have NOT forgotten), but when I’m  on my exam period I have very little time to do anything besides wallowing in my pain and actually studying, so the only thing I could do for him was to help him (or should I rather say make him help me?) bake a NY Cheesecake to celebrate his new year of wisdom. Here are some pictures of both the baking process and the celebration.

Last week I also received the Agnes Cecile’s artwork that I ordered on Society6! I can’t wait to put it up on my wall. I am IN LOVE with it.

Having said all this, I promise I will try to send little “I am still alive” signs every now and then while my exam period is still going on!

xx

Weekend Recollection

(Not so) Weekend Recollection.

There aren’t many pictures about my weekend this time. That’s because there are only so many pictures you can take of your own college notes. And well, because the rest of the pictures that I do have are not blog material (meaning that they’re not decent enough to keep my -and other’s- reputation intact).

I didn’t paint much this week; I kind of finished the Khaleesi painting, and I say kind of finished because when I thought I was done with it I began to get annoyed at different parts of it… So it’s not really done until I manage to stop Khaleesi from haunting me.

Which leads me to… Remember the “where are my dragons” scene from season 2 of Game of Thrones?  Well, one of my beloved friends thought it was funny to hide my notes when I wasn’t around (suicidal act; yes, I know). When I asked “where are my notes” in a very angry way, the guys thought it was hilarious (ha, ha) and  decided to call me Khaleesi and “mother of notes” until they forget about it, which I’m afraid is not going to be any time soon…

Anyway, here are some pictures from both my week and weekend:

PS. Just came from the cinema and watched Side Effects; Rooney Mara is amazing in it. Go watch it!

Weekend Recollection.