Yesterday I was sharing with friends and found myself in a room. The same room I was partying 5 years ago. At that time, halfway through my fine art studies I was filled with hope: I wanted to apply to an exchange program abroad, the comic book editorial with our friends was just starting out and my then-active bands were at it’s peak of creativity.
I keep thinking about the years after these moments, where I stood still in front of everything, frozen. I couldn’t get anything done, nothing but small sketches and crooked artistic masturbation that led nowhere.
Anyways, I now make publicy available my first short comic in about 5 years after a deep struggle with myself trying to discover what I really like.
As everything described on this blog, I don’t care whether it’s good or not. My mood has a vector these days with only one direction and it’s to create loads of work. Nevertheless I am more than open to any comments, criticism, things I should do better or whatever the readers find appropiate to say about my work.
I share the comic in this fancy 3d render because the software I use offers it and actually looks pretty similar to the actual printed one. And as I’m paying for the software, better use the tools they offer hehe
The title is a reference from a Derek Bailey’s song on the Aida record. Actually the shirt of the guy in the cover says Aida as well.
Sin algún orden en particular, estos fueron los álbumes que más rodaron en mis reproductores de música este año:
It’s been a long time since I publish something in here, but I would like to keep things moving. Since I don’t record my music that much I think it could be interesting to share about videos and audio that has been recorded from my live shows:
As some people may know already, I’ve been dealing a fight against some of my deepest addictions which is social media. I’ve been reading a lot about it and I have implemented as well several methods found online in order to try to regulate my behaviours inside the net. One thing I’ve discovered is the daunting expectancy of approval that the ‘likes’ system provokes in me. I’ve found myself shamelessly looking over and over how many people look at my Instagram stories, or how many likes a link I’ve shared has been seen on Twitter. My mind just works in a way that is somehow addicted to numbers, to the ability to measure anything, whether it is worthy or not.