miércoles, 10 de noviembre de 2010

Drawing class II

Last 2 drawings with charcoal:








From now on, these are made with Black&White pastels:









As always, I'm sorry about the low quality of the photos, they're made with a mobile phone camera and edited with photoshop so they look a bit better. Hope you liked them C:




I can't wait to use colours!

viernes, 22 de octubre de 2010

Drawing class

Here are the results C:  I'm sorry about how crappy the photos are, I have anything but the mobile phone camera u_ú






miércoles, 29 de septiembre de 2010

Comedy



Comedy, by 4c



Lo que viste en el castillo aquella noche ventosa,
y lo que viste en el puente la otra noche,
cómo sonreí,
nunca se lo menciones a nadie.
Si osas hablar, te encontraré donde quiera que estés
y te mataré.
Te destrozaré
romperé tus huesos y me comeré tu carne.
Me beberé tu sangre.
Te...


...devoraré.

martes, 7 de septiembre de 2010

Angel flight.



And my wings...
Oh, my wings!!
They were so beautiful!
So wonderful!

So free and white!
So soft, so polite.
I could fly with them to the clouds.
I could swim with them in the skies.
I could dive with them in the sunlight!


The wind in my face,
the quiet in the air,
and the breeze in the tops.


But storms...


Oh, the scars...
yo see them in my back?
They hurt, hurt so much...

Look at them, they were so wonderful...
look at them, so beautiful...


Now there they lay,
in the mud, in the crap!!
As if they were never my most preciate treasure.

Look at them, so broken, so unwhite.
So dirty, so crappy, so unpolite.

Trust me, I tried to get them again.

I tried to fit them again

Tied, glued, sewed!
But they're not for me, not for anyone, not anymore.




Oh I loved, I loved so much my smile with the wind...



Image by Jason Chan

lunes, 6 de septiembre de 2010

A Drowning







...Please, anyone
I don't think I can
save myself.
I'm drowning here, please
anyone
I don't think I can
save myself...




Song "A Drowning"

jueves, 2 de septiembre de 2010

Prostitute fronts the mirror.

I'm a crazy bitch,
I'm a jealous hooker.
I'm a fucking prick,
I'm a moral sucker.


I don't need real love to be possesive,
nor real reasons to be agressive.


I'm a crying whore,
a motherfucking weakling.
It is always sore,
so I lay here kicking.



Sorry man, I didn't pretend this.






Image by  cellar-fcp