Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Lyrics to a conversation

- I saw you
- What?
- What do you mean what?
- Where?
To my right, at 3 o'clock!
- That early??
- NO! not the time...
- Is it time to go? Already?
- ...
- Huh..?
- You never answer
- I am, right now... shoot!
- Bang!
- NO! not the gun...
- Who are they?
- The bullets?
- fghvnjk uiytreyduiogiuyubt


(repeat chorus)


Always with naked feet... gotta do something about it. 


Thursday, September 8, 2011

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Sugary shades of Summer

As soon as I saw the series of candy colored pictures published by Dressed Up Alligators I KNEW I would use them as color inspiration to satisfy my sweet tooth (without the calories of course).
 

Still in the works here...
Color palette inspired by Dressed Up Alligators

Truth becomes words become lies become absence

A while ago I realized that nothing ever came as close to the way my mind+communication skills work as one of my favorite artist's work. Words are definitely more powerful in their absence, therefore the more you say, the less value it seems to have, but the less you say and the more you keep the less I will know and understand.

Magic don't come cheap. We're either drenched with knowledge or lost in its absence.

"In Basquiat's paintings, boys never become men, they become skeletons and skulls. Presence is expressed as absence..."



Whatever these were, whatever they meant, they only exist now as support for what has been built above them, but their power is still there although they are no more.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Color Porn

I knew the word would catch your eye... you pervs! Since you are already here, enjoy this piece of D.I.Y. cinematography.

Ok, this is the crappy version of the video... for some reason the HD is feeling shy and modest and doesn't want to load up no matter how loudly I scream at it: "Be a man!".


video


Here's a look at the (almost) final piece.




"Whose pair of wonderful legs are those?" you must be thinking while scratching the top of your head with a frown and a HUGE imaginary question mark floating over it... C'est moi, l'artiste!