I’m back!


I know it’s been ages since I last posted anything here. I’ve been very busy with real life, and I feel like that’s the understatement of the year. I moved to Chicago for work at the beginning of the year, and a few months ago I moved back to Spain to finish some studies that I still had to put an end to. I’ve met a lot of new people, some of them have impacted me in ways I didn’t expect and can’t even possibly explain, as I’m still trying to understand myself. I’ve seen beautiful places and landscapes, I’ve spoken different languages with people from all over the world and, sadly, I’ve also taken a break from painting. I never meant for it to happen, but I guess sometimes we get caught on routines and feelings that don’t let us fully evolve. I was stuck for a long time, and then I was just extremely busy. Either way, my need to create never fully stopped as I did some sketches here and there when I was traveling, but nothing too special or worth sharing.

But now I’m back. What moved me to paint again? I have no idea. A pile of things, I guess. New feelings, new living arrangements… but still the same coping mechanism: art. It’s comforting to know that there’s a blank canvas there waiting for you to bring it to life, depending solely on you to be something.

So, to familiarize myself again with watercolors I started by playing around with this little woman figure study.

Girl Study

 After I got a little braver -and messed up some other paintings- I decided to go hard or go home, so I brought out the biggest watercolor paper that I had and started painting on it. I began feeling utterly insecure (shocker) and at first the monsters in my head were impelling me to quit, to stop trying because there was no helping it; I was miserably failing. I talked about talent in the last post and how I have to fight my insecurities into submission while creating something. I think I forgot about this part of the process because I wasn’t ready for it, I wasn’t ready to put up a fight. But I guess my stubbornness won the battle anyway, because I did push through and, eventhough it’s not finished yet, it’s definitely moving forward. (Sorry about the quality of the pictures, they were taken with my phone. I’ll try to steal my brother’s camera next time)

I still have a lot to work on, but I’m happy about having my inspiration – and the time to take advantage of it- back.

I hope it lasts!

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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

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.

Getting to know the so called “fan art”.

Game of Thrones is here.  In only 2 days I will have a good reason to look forward to Mondays!!! (here in Spain we have to watch the episode a day after it’s been aired).

And I don’t know what to do with myself in the meantime! (studying Commerce law does not count). So, I’ve decided to take a chance in this fandom’s world by painting one of my favorite characters. Painting something that so many people know and admire is kind of scary… you know what they say: “comparison is the thief of joy“, and it’s impossible not to expect comparisons between the real thing and my attempt to honour this TV-Show.

But oh well, it wouldn’t be fun if it was easy!

The work isn’t finished yet, but I hope it will be before the 31st! I have to say, Khaleesi’s burnt skin is a f*cking nightmare to paint and the little dragon is giving me more problems than I first thought it would. I still have a long way to go, but I’m trying to balance my responsible student life with this bohemian side of me, so the finished product might take a little while.

Blame law school!

Weekend recollection