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Soldier II

Soldier

There's a book by Boris Vian, a compilation of stories actually, called Les Foumis, i'm not a huge fan of his writting, but there's one story that i like a lot. The story follows a soldier through D-day and some other episodes, that eventually lead to his death (sorry for ruining the ending). The thing that i really liked is the way the story is told in the 1st person, in such a demented way, that it strikes me as some sort of analogy on the absurd o war. I don't know if that was his intention really, because everything i read from him is never quite "normal". This is the way it works for me... So, last year i started making a few studies more less inspired on the story and some of them came out nicelly. I've been thinking about creating some story based on WWII, and for a long time now i've been sketching a lot trying to find a stille that i'm happy with, it will be something close to this. (the ones with a more plastic treatment. i know... i have to find more contrast in the painting, but i'll get on it)

Train

Some "old" and simple pen drawings from my train rides.

Traveling

They seem so few...
It has been quite a while since i began using this brand of diary ( the black ones from Winsor & Newton). I started using them when i (finally) decided to go to college, 3 years ago . Mostly i draw and write on them when i'm on the train and subway going to and from my classes. Trains and subways are the best places to draw as far as i am concerned, you see so many things, different, weird, ugly, beautiful things. You can either get completely lost inside yourself, or in the world that is the passenger car. It definitely is a trip in more ways than one.
I've been lucky to ride the train for most of my life, and i'm not sure how much into drawing i would be right now, if it weren't for those train-rides back when i was still in High school. Then, in the beginning, the sketchbooks would be left forgotten everywhere, finishing one would be an accomplishment (that usually took a long looong time), but gradually, they eventually became what they are now, like underwear, and usually don't last much more than a month. One thing that really helps, is the simple fact that these sketchbooks i use now can withstand a lot of abuse (as a sketchbook should). I've been drawing for 10 years now, but only these survived. The others rotted away or i just lost them, it's a shame...
Having a diary is like having a free-pass to your memory. Just pick one up, open it, and so much comes back to you. It's like the marks my mother did on the wall keeping track of how much i had grown that year.
It's hard too make it a habit, and as much a part of yourself as it should be, but by the time it's there, you'll have learnt to keep yourself company. Your own little world...

Aqui vou eu!

Já de há uns tempos para cá que ando a falar em criar um site portfollio na tentativa de finalmente dar inicio a algo que se assemelhe a uma carreira (prefiro chamar-lhe percurso) nas artes. Uma vez que o site ainda vai ter de esperar, vou tentar navegar um pouco por este blog e ver onde é que isto vai parar. Uma Pequena aventura de iniciação. Quem me conhece sabe a aversão que eu tenho a estas coisas. Expor-me assim não e de maneira nenhuma uma coisa que me venha de forma natural. Mas aqui vai! Um auto-pontapé no rabo!

Ps: Quem me conhece também sabe o drama que a ortografia, por vezes, é para mim. Por isso mil desculpas para cobrir os proximos mil erros.

De futuro provavelmente escreverei as mensagens em Inglês: Já que vou apontar, ao menos aponto alto e sonho já com o lado extra-Portugal!