Thursday 30 September 2010

Morning thoughts.


When I wake up really early I have the strangest thoughts.
It must be that I am very creative in my dreams and all that creative energy stays with me the first hours of the morning but since I woke up at 4.30 am I kept on thinking about the beautiful handkerchieves my mum gave us as children.
We used to have so many different ones and the prints were amazing, wee animals or old fashioned ladies all dressed up in tiny beatiful outfits.
I think my first love for prints and fabrics came from that and I know that the most of modern people use kleenex now but I still use the fabric ones.
I find it such a nice feeling on my nose, almost like Linus' blue blanket.
I must remember to take some pictures when I'll get home and you'll tell me what you think.

A fish out of water.


This is a screenprint I made a while ago as part of a project for a children's book, the story is about this fish that lives his life feeling out of his element, riding his vespa and not knowing exactly where to go.
I still draw him very often and mostly he is having cups of tea and thinking about what to do.
He has legs and likes Camper shoes, he does not have a name yet or at least he still does not feel he can trust me with it.
I always feel so sceptical about the things I do, about the quality of what I produce but sometimes I wonder if it is fair to all these characters that populate my head.I have so many and I draw them constantly but somehow I never let them be.
Somehow everytime I tell myself that I am not good enough I am telling them too.
I should start giving them some credit.
Maybe it is just the misconception that ideas belong just to you, maybe they don't and that's why if you don't listen to them sometime later you notice that they knocked to someone else's door.
That I would hate, to realize that Mr. Fish not only did not feel comfortable enough to tell me his name but also went to knock to someone else's door, out of frustration.
This time I promise to tell one of his stories soon!

Playing with letters and colours.


Today I was trying to remember all those hours I spent in art school painting colours palettes and made a little one with red, white and yellow.
I´ve drawn a little strawberry girl that I imagined tasting like straberry too.

Wednesday 29 September 2010

The taste of coffee changes when you made the cup.




I know it seems impossible but the other day I was having breakfast in one of my cups and I could bet the cappuccino tasted better.
I really believe it does change the flavour of what you are eating or drinking in better.
The fact that since I moved to Barcelona all my morning coffee is tasting awful, well, that´s another matter!

Design for a Skateboard.








Don´t stop drawing!

My new blog is an attempt to remind myself why I draw and why I can´t stop.
It is an exercise to put my art out there and to call it art, not stuff or mess.