A skydive from 16000ft lasts only one minute. In that precious time you can screw up in a hundred different ways. There are a thousand different ways to screw up a drawing in one minute, and this is a catalog of a few. I shall draw you on the beaches, on the landing grounds and on the hills, and I shall never surrender. And you will comment on how "Meh, it's ok but it doesn't really look much like me", 'cause everyone's a critic, goddamit!
Friday, September 05, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
For Gurney Journey (1) - Egg Singers


Lately I've been participating in Jim Gurney's ABC challenge. Every Wednesday Jim posts a small excerpt from a science fiction manuscript and we are asked to illustrate it out of context. It's time I posted here a few of my entries. This one's text was “Their voices were high-pitched, piercing…but human.” For this one I actually did a couple of versions, but ended up deciding on the smaller crop. The big one works ok on paper but on the form factor of and ordinary screen it loses a lot (you either see the whole but no detail or you have to scroll - anyway, you lose focus and impact). You gotta consider the medium.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Cute...

...until you notice it is just the constant bickering for finite resources.
Only those few things we Humans do that have a place out of that game make us any better than mere beasts. Though one must wonder in all honesty if anything we do really lies outside it...
Yes, the enlightened man would know not to play this dirty game. The semi-enlightened man knows however that, if you are forced to play...
...you should insist on winning. Not most of the time - that is just petty accounting - not once in a while.
Always.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
In progress
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Charge, my stormtroopers of beauty!



Some charcoal drawings I did recently in a few days of non-stop work, for a tight deadline. I called on all my best models for this one. Thanks girls! Thank you, my sisters of mercy, my stormtroopers of beauty! With you all by my side, I shall one day charge the Louvre walls and take it for your throne. Oh, let me dangle immortality in front of you, baseless promisses of immortality are my best liar's bribe, and you love to hear it with that knowing smile!...
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Ladies and Gentlemen...


...Mr Leonard Cohen.
Leonard was kind enough to visit all of us, yesterday, in Lisbon, by the river Tagus.
This morning we all woke up a bit dazed. I tried to describe it to a friend, but failed in the attempt. Around tea time these doodles came out. I decided to leave them here so that a few years from now this will remind me of a special evening.
Yes, Leonard, you left us all satisfied. Farewell.
ps: Apropos, My 23 year old friend, who is pretty hot, says she would still (totally) do you ;) (yeah, I'll slip you her number - it seems it's true, you do live forever when you wrote a line or two!)
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Oh, and by the way...
...this blog is now 3 years old :)
Happy birthday to me...Happy Birthday tooo meeeeeee......
Happy birthday to me...Happy Birthday tooo meeeeeee......
L.

Loulou had the kind of skin that seems to shine with its own light. An example of the effects of subsurface scattering that are so typical of a certain type of fair french skin and that Bouguereau painted so wonderfuly - a kind of automatic real life photoshop blur+glow arises from all those photons scattering through adjacent spots of skin, capilaries and so on. Sorry Loulou, the drawing was too fast, doesn't look like you at all, but it stays here to remind me that I must one day master those wonderful fancies of light...
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Porto 2008 - Nathan
Friday, May 16, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
female nude in coloured pencil (1)

Female nude in coloured pencil. About 4 minutes each, but variable, as the model changed pose at her whim - the rush was part of the fun, you could hear discernible grunts of frustration and pleading everytime she decided to move "too soon". You had to catch the pose in the first few seconds and then annotate in colour - always first things first, stressing the main points, avoiding potentially costly flourishes, never knowing when the window of opportunity would shut down.
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