"The blues tells a story. Every line of the blues has a meaning."
John Lee hooker
New Etsy Shop
I recently opened my Etsy shop and here are some of the giclée prints you can find there.
They are printed on Ultra Premium Matte paper and the details are amazing :)
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Recientemente abrí mi tienda en Etsy y estas son algunas de las ilustraciones que hay.
Son impresiones de calidad artística en papel de calidad premium con acabado mate (Ultra Premium Matte) y los detalles se ven increíbles. ñ_____ñ
Inktober 2017
Rosa's Einstein
Rosa’s Einstein (Poem book)
Author: Jennifer Givhan
Client: The University of Arizona Press
Art Direction: Leigh McDonald
“Rosa’s Einstein is a Latinx retelling of the Brothers Grimm’s Snow-White and Rose-Red, reevaluating border, identity, and immigration narratives through the unlikely amalgamation of physics and fairy tale.
Poet Jennifer Givhan reimagines the life of Lieserl, weaving her search for her scientist father with Rosa and Nieve’s own search for theirs. Using details both from Einstein’s known life and from quantum physics, Givhan imagines Lieserl in a circus-like landscape of childhood trauma and survival, guided by Rosa and Nieve.”
The University of Arizona Press
Bestiary
Lunar
Lunar I y II, acuarelas para la exposición colectiva La acuarela en la ilustración como parte de la celebración de los 50 años del Museo Nacional de la Acuarela (MUNACUA) en la ciudad de México. Octubre del 2017.
Tabula rasa
Disarm
"Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
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The killer in me is the killer in you..."
Disarm. The Smashing Pumpkins
"Cuando despertó, el dinosaurio todavía estaba allí."
Augusto Monterroso
Sound luminescence
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"Only music can create an indestructible complicity between two persons. A passion is perishable, it decays like everything that partakes of life, whereas music is of an essence superior to life and, of course, to death."
E. M. Cioran
Sound luminescence. Mixed media. 2017.
OBLIVION: ANTHOPHILA
Meticulous architects, methodical chemists, passionate chefs, perfectionist designers, hardworking builders, loyal squires, loving nursemaids, brave warriors and courageous kamikazes. Their golden elixir sweetens our lips and their pearl remedy turns out to be a panacea. They work day and night carrying life from flower to flower, but constantly die since our deserted gardens will not blossom anymore, they are building their hives over the warp of oblivion.
Monstrous beauty pollinator
The Bat
By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.
He likes the attic of an aging house.
His fingers make a hat about his head.
His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.
He loops in crazy figures half the night
Among the trees that face the corner light.
But when he brushes up against a screen,
We are afraid of what our eyes have seen:
For something is amiss or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face.
Theodore Roethke
Haiku azulado, purpúreo
Tiembla el rocío
y las hojas moradas
y un colibrí.
Mario Benedetti
The other (The mushroom hunters)
The mushroom hunters
Science, as you know, my little one, is the study
of the nature and behaviour of the universe.
It’s based on observation, on experiment, and measurement,
and the formulation of laws to describe the facts revealed.
In the old times, they say, the men came already fitted with brains
designed to follow flesh-beasts at a run,
to hurdle blindly into the unknown,
and then to find their way back home when lost
with a slain antelope to carry between them.
Or, on bad hunting days, nothing.
The women, who did not need to run down prey,
had brains that spotted landmarks and made paths between them
left at the thorn bush and across the scree
and look down in the bole of the half-fallen tree,
because sometimes there are mushrooms.
Before the flint club, or flint butcher’s tools,
The first tool of all was a sling for the baby
to keep our hands free
and something to put the berries and the mushrooms in,
the roots and the good leaves, the seeds and the crawlers.
Then a flint pestle to smash, to crush, to grind or break.
And sometimes men chased the beasts
into the deep woods,
and never came back.
Some mushrooms will kill you,
while some will show you gods
and some will feed the hunger in our bellies. Identify.
Others will kill us if we eat them raw,
and kill us again if we cook them once,
but if we boil them up in spring water, and pour the water away,
and then boil them once more, and pour the water away,
only then can we eat them safely. Observe.
Observe childbirth, measure the swell of bellies and the shape of breasts,
and through experience discover how to bring babies safely into the world.
Observe everything.
And the mushroom hunters walk the ways they walk
and watch the world, and see what they observe.
And some of them would thrive and lick their lips,
While others clutched their stomachs and expired.
So laws are made and handed down on what is safe.
Formulate.
The tools we make to build our lives:
our clothes, our food, our path home…
all these things we base on observation,
on experiment, on measurement, on truth.
And science, you remember, is the study
of the nature and behaviour of the universe,
based on observation, experiment, and measurement,
and the formulation of laws to describe these facts.
The race continues. An early scientist
drew beasts upon the walls of caves
to show her children, now all fat on mushrooms
and on berries, what would be safe to hunt.
The men go running on after beasts.
The scientists walk more slowly, over to the brow of the hill
and down to the water’s edge and past the place where the red clay runs.
They are carrying their babies in the slings they made,
freeing their hands to pick the mushrooms.
Neil Gaiman
AEONIAN
Jardin Secret
