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I am deconstructed



To be honest I can't concentrate on writing this post. I think I am lost somewhere in don't-go-there land. In a good way (I think...)
Here are some of my new puppies. They are a bit on the huge side so I had to scan them in pieces. But when I do this I can never put them together right again. Mostly because my scanner scans them in different colours and different sizes. Figures my scanner would do this. Even my electronic equipment can't focus!.
So I just left it like that. Without trying to make them perfect (go me!).
They are all from the next season Bottega Veneta collection... magnificent collection btw and a great concept behind it. At this point I have seen and drawn every piece dozens of times and they are so well constructed: both artistically and technically. Did it last weekend and it was a perfect day: I did 6 pieces and each one better than the other (to me I mean)...
Oh and I finally got internet in the apartment so it is now finally a home. Now only to get my humongous table and it'll be perfect. I want a desk so big I need to take a bus to the other side.
That's how frustrated I am with my lack of working space.
See you soon lovelies. Off to check your blogs now!

Rule Brittania

 

Personally am not very much into Easter. Am not a devoted catholic, not so much into bunnies (though I do appreciate a cute bunny every once in a while), not even such a ham lover either. So you can see why am not that excited about these. Royal wedding on the other hand... am also not excited about. I know MAJOR GASP! Maybe it's because am not so much into weddings in general.
But what I do like is Britain, their humour, countryside and style being top of my list. So I do get some joy from this wedding. Magazines, blogs, TV shows, they are all full of all things British and royal. 
Media has gone all rule Britannia on our collective ass. :-)
Kisses girls (and an occasional boy). Have a fun and happy Easter, enjoy any days off you got and see you in a few days.

Most important encounter in life is the encounter with ones self


My morning started with this sentence so I thought I'd share.

So sorry for still not putting out the animation, but yesterday after work I had therapy with my parents (under therapy I mean a WHAT? followed by don't shout at me!!!! followed by A LOT of shouting and What do you mean's and How can you say that's and then finished with some minor breakthroughs - I don't wanna brag but it was me... Just sayin.). And while I was thinking for a while: Shouldn't I be working- I actually enjoyed this lil theatre. It was one of those moments when you realise: "This is life! This is what I am suppose to be doing." I know, I know a lot of you know this already, but I am mostly attached to the idea of achieving something for the last couple of years that everything else seems like not using my time properly.... And then I hear that sentence above and I realise (for the umpteenth time) that I've been doing it all wrong.

P.S. Don't ask me about bananas, I think it's subliminal overexposure to Prada.

Love is dangerous

 

Some strange things are happening. Maybe not strange but a bit unusual... or maybe strange. Who the f*** knows... certainly not me.
This is a scene from the new animation am working on this weekend: I can tell you it will involve a lot of slow motion. Not Braveheart amounts, but still quite a bit. Also not too sure about the dress... I want something dark but understated. Definitely something couture. Looking at this dress it stinks too much of prom (not that there is anything wrong with that!).
Hope I'll finish it till Monday, but I have to tell you I went paper shopping and got me some 100% cotton paper am very much into... I feel some kind of lust when I see it and touch it. Funny people us illustrators are, ha?
Anyways, lovelies, don't have much more to report. Am enjoying the best of mediterranean climate at the moment, sitting in a cafe garden, sipping macchiato and lemonade... my sister is gonna join me soon as she lives next door (probably sometimes in the next 3 hours: she is notorious for taking weeks to get ready) and we're gonna look for her new hairstyle. So yeah, one cool Saturday... Hope you're all enjoying yourself as well.
Bunch of kisses!
P.S. About the title: I saw it today written on some knickers hanging on a clothes line to dry. I thought it to be a strange thing to be written on knickers. Is it suppose to mean: Love is dangerous and that's why we are just having sex or be careful because if you can read this you are in danger? Or am over thinking cheap undies?(which is probably the most likely option).

It is time to emancipate yourself

 

So, I have this friend (really, it's not a code for me) and she is going through some...lets just say challenging times. It's one of those times when you find yourself on the crossroad and you have to choose a new way. Going back to what you've been doing is out of the question, but everything else requires great courage. The problem is, it seems to me, that it's not that she is afraid of the lack of possibilities, but of her own power.
Because if you actually acknowledge your own power you would have to accept the responsibilities that come with it. No more letting go, feeling like there is no way out, or that no answer seems like the right answer. No more pointing fingers to people who „make you feel“ a certain way, or feeling you have no choice or no say in certain areas of your life.
Once you accept that you can, you just have to.
And this takes major balls!
When I write it like this, am thinking maybe it is about me. Or maybe it's just about most of us.
To everyone who recognises themselves in this I'd like to offer a wonderful quote I've saved some time ago:

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." 
Marianne Williamson

Be my girl

 

What did artist want to say?
Beats me. Really.
This one was like an exercise in emotion. See, sometimes when I draw something I just want it to move a little, just a blink, a gaze, a pout or clothes moving. With this one I went a bit further but not sure if I should have. It might all be a little redundant.
Never mind though, if art is process this one was a hit. I enjoyed every single moment of it. Choosing the frames, directing, trying to find the right music (which is hard if you are not even sure what is it you want to say... nothing is right nor wrong), even the pain of exporting and rendering it about 4 times (resulting of course in some major quality loss... One of these days I HAVE to find someone to explain to me how to do it right).
Well hope you enjoy.

P.S. Have a great great week everyone!

Animation is in again

 
So, trauma of my January animation attempt has worn of and am giving it another go.
No worries am still working on the FW drawings (Bottega Veneta being my main focus) but am waiting for it all to be done to post the drawings. It's going to be one big ass post.
What you see here is a still from my animation. I just love it. Not in Kanye West I-am-awesome-and-not-ashamed-to-admit-it kind of way, but in a way that I just love to see some grown up elegant animation. Am probably just making it for myself. Then again, isn't this true for every artist: they just make things they would like to see/hear/wear/feel. Doesn't really metter as long as people enjoy it.
I gotta run now. I have some clogged energy: there was a bunch of things that were suppose to happen this week: internet was to be installed, a certain package was to arrive, some money was to come in, couch was to be thrown away to make room for my new work desk etc. But nothing was. None of it.
So here I am trying to track a package somewhere in Europe, sitting in a cafe and my kitchen table at home is just buried under my drawings, all the while waiting for a phone call. AND still I feel good! Imagine that. I guess that little weekend I invested in soul searching really payed off.
Well la-di-da... la-di-da (in the eternal words of Annie Hall).

Prada wears the devil


There was an interview with Miuccia (in Vogue, I think) and I just loved how much she was her own. I envy her creative and artistic confidence, the feeling that whatever she is doing is worth doing (I constantly doubt myself. Big mistake!). This confidence lets her explore, taking her to some uncharted territories and inevitably to some great discoveries.
 I take fashion for what it is, not a lot of it is art, but Prada often comes near (there are some old Balenciaga pieces and some couture that I feel has the same artistic worth as Monet or Picasso). If by nothing than by concept.
Prada is an acquired taste. I like that. I like things that seem to be one way and than just turn out to be completely different, making them a somewhat of a delayed surprise (if there is such a thing). I like a straightforward twist, depth that is obvious right a way, beautiful that isn't pretty. I adore when fashion goes further without trying to be deep. And Prada is all that.
I don't think even Miuccia gets Prada. But than again that's the point of it.

Moving on

 
 I moved.
NOTE:  You can imagine me saying this entire post with a  grinning face.
For the life of me I don't understand why I didn't do it earlier. I mean I do; I lived in a great apartment, had a cool flatmate and there was always the money issue (this little adventure sent me way out of my bank imposed spending limits). But still, I don't get it... This is so so great. The apartment is cute though there are still issues: the shower curtain is too short so when I showered the whole square meter of my bathroom flooded. The gas is not working. I am lacking in storage space for my knick knacks  (I think I will need some drawers). Also I still didn't buy my work desk (it has to wait for my pay day). There is no internet (working on it).
But  it's still so perfect. Somehow, I feel more like myself. Does this make sense... does a shared space really make so much difference  on ones self? When I write it down the very obvious answer seems yes, but then again I never felt it before. It feels like there is more space to be me, even though the apartment is actually smaller then the one I used to live in. Like I can breathe more. I have this need for everything to be perfect and clean all the time (I would not say that was the case before, sorry M). Am thinking of the colours and where would I put the mirrors (at least two).
Am posting this at work so am off to be productive now, but will let you know how it goes. I have to tell you am real happy.