Camisetas navideñas

Ya llegó la Navidad. Hoy hemos hecho reparto de regalos en el piso y por hacer algo distinto se me ocurrió hacer unas camisetas personalizadas con diseños propios. No se va a entender el sentido de los diseños, pero aquí los cuelgo.

Postal Navideña de 2008

Otra postal navideña para seguir con la tradición de todos los años.
Gracias a Duca por su colaboración.

Mas bocetos de fin de año

Esto es lo que pasa cuando no se tiene a mano un escáner.
He estado dibujando algo estos días. Nada concreto para variar.

Y aquí ideas para la postal navideña de este año.

Momentario: Dedos

El Viernes día 7 de Noviembre nos juntaremos unos cuantos amigos en Bilbao en La fiesta de las migas . Muriel, Vane, Castelló, Sangorrín, Tobio y un servidor cenaremos unas migas e intentaremos hacer algún que otro dibujo. Una excusa como otra cualquiera para reunirnos.

Jimbo

El Jueves pasado estuve por la noche en Shunt, una especie de club-galería-teatro en el sur de Londres. Una de las actividades que se estaba llevando a cabo era la creación de muñecos a partir de telas y calcetines. Éste es el resultado de todo ello. Os presento a Jimbo.


Para los interesados, el nombre se debe al protagonista de Jim Botón y Lucas el maquinista, de Michael Ende. Uno de mis libros preferidos que leí de pequeño y del que aún guardo un grato recuerdo. Nada mejor para echar a volar la imaginación.

Masons and detectives

Our friend Ivan is visiting us these days. He is a very hyperactive guy as you can see in the photo.

Yesterday we went to the center of London for a walk. We wanted to visit Sir John Soane's house, but when we got there we realized that they are closed on Mondays, we both had already seen it before so it wasn't such a shame. Ivan knew about a masonic center near there so we walked a little bit more till we reached it, Freemason's Hall.

You're only aloud to visit the first floor, where the library is placed. Once you are there your mind starts to imagine all kind of weird theories about the masons. Are they controlling the world in the shadows? Who knows, but their parties, as seen in many films, seem to be very interesting.

We were going to leave when we saw a sheet of paper stack on the wall. It said that some scenes of the future Sherlock Holmes' film by Guy Ritchie were going to be filmed there.

We went there, not knowing if they would let us see anything. Everyone was working placing the set. I don't they if they thought we were part of the crew but we got there and took some photos. We didn't saw any of the actors, but they were going to shot the scenes that same afternoon.

After that we continued our walk visiting The Bank of England and learning a little bit about inflation.

In the Soho we entered a strange place called Black Graminea. It was a mix of bar and art gallery. We sat there for a while because we were tired of walking so much.

We finished our walk going to Hyde Park and visiting the Serpentine gallery.

Eroe: Primeros storyboards

Estoy estos días con un cómic que se me ocurrió desde hace tiempo. Al principio iba a ser una historia corta, pero se ha ido agrandando poco a poco.

Aquí van los esquemas de las primeras páginas (aún no tengo scanner, por lo que la calidad de las imágenes no es muy buena).

Tai Chi: Armonia y equilibrio en la ciudad

Hace un par de meses se pusieron en contacto conmigo desde Alhóndiga Bilbao para la realización de unas ilustraciones relacionadas con el Tai Chi. Resultó que había quedado como Primer finalista vasco para la beca AlhóndigaBilbao de cómic a la que me presenté allá por Abril, así que me encargaron las ilustraciones para unas actividades que se han dado lugar este fin de semana en Bilbao:

Tai Chi: Armonía y equilibrio en la ciudad


Vanesa y Muriel han tenido la amabilidad de pasarse por ahí para sacar unas fotos. Muchas gracias.

El Rey Mono de Tobio

La Galería del Rey Mono va creciendo exponencialmente. Otra versión, esta vez por parte de Tobio. Gracias otra vez.

Edito: Añadida una segunda versión con tinta y a color.

El Rey Mono de Daniel Castello

Una nueva incorporación a mi galería particular del Rey Mono. Esta vez por parte de Daniel Castelló. Podéis ver más dibujos suyos en su web personal, además de su blog.

Edito: Otro Rey Mono más por parte de Dani. Muchas gracias.

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Más dibujos sueltos que voy haciendo cuando estoy aburrido.

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Momentario: Sashimi

Y unas referencias fotográficas que he usado.

Momentario: Smoothie

Smoothie.

Momentario: Nessie

Voy a intentar hacer periódicamente unas minihistorias para volver a coger mano a esto del dibujo y practicar el entintado, asignatura pendiente. Guiones muy sencillos basados levemente en lo que vaya pasando cada día, así que nadie espere grandes historias. Un momentario donde recoger los momentos.

Through the canal on a bike

I woke up very late today. Did the laundry and cooked something for lunch. I didn't know what to do during the afternoon so I took my flatmate's bike and went to have a walk to my neighborhood.

I wanted to visit a place with some modern buildings I had seen before. When I got there I saw one of the canals the cross the city of London. As I didn't have anything better to do I decided to follow the canal to see where it would took me.

I enjoyed the trip a lot. The canal was very large so I went riding for a long time. I founded a lot of interesting places, so I'm going to look for some other canals to visit next time.

I have also taken some photos of my room here in London. It's not very big but I have everything I need. Less is more.

Shopping in Portobello market

There's still a lot of London I don't know. On Saturday I went to the west part to visit Notting Hill. I had been advised that there wasn't much to see but I was going to visit a friend over there so I took advange of being near the place.

At the very instant I went out of Ladbroke Grove station I started to hear music in the street. A bunch of people was standing down one of the bridges. I got ther and found a chapels choir singing and dancing. A lot of people that were walking through the street joined the dance. Looking at them you couldn't help to follow the rithm when hearing the songs.

I even thought about going to mass next Sunday... naaah, just kidding. It would be even more difficult now that I'm reading The god delusion. I have not red much jet, but it looks quite interesting.

I left the chorus and cross the road to Portobello market. When I got there the first thing I saw was another bunch of people. They were taking photos to a book shop. Then I realized that it was the one from the film, so, as one more tourist, I took a shot too.

The market was quite crowded but you could walk easily through the stals. I even bought a cheap shoulder bag.

After that I went to meet my friend Cris. A walk near the river, dinner in a pub and then back home.

Singers, doctors and a hammer

I usually don't remember my dreams and I miss it a lot. To dream is like to live a little bit more while you're sleeping. A way of taking advantage of that period of time when you do nothing at all except resting.

Tonight I had a very strange dream. When I woke up I tried to remember all the details I could because I didn't want to forget it. It's strange how our mind works when we sleep. Everything has sense in its own way and it doesn't need to have anything to do with the real life.

Well, my dream started, or at least is the first thing I remember, with me going up the stairs in my old school because I was late for a clash. Vicente, a friend of mine from Pamplona, who I didn't even know when I went to that school (this is the first of the nonsenses), was with me. Don't know very well what were we talking about, something about him working and studying at the same time. When I got to the clashrooms door I thought that I had to change and that's what I did (why? don't know, don't look for any logic in it).

Some details may not be important for the whole story, but it's a dream, not a film. I'm just adding them because I want to write everything I dreamt.

Then we entered inside the clashroom. I think that the teacher looked a little bit like "Niles Crane", from the "Frasier" tv show. My desk was near Pepe's desk (another friend from Pamplona). Behind me there were two classmates from my school, Felipe and Miguel. They are cousins. One of them, Miguel, was the usual boy looking for problems all the time, at least when he was very young, during our last years at school I think he changed a little bit. The thing is that both of them started to threaten me, don't remember with what purpose. It was strange because I tried to argue with them in the way I think nowadays but they were still two children talking in a children's way.

The next part takes place in a kids playground. There's a big slide in the middle of it, all surrounded by trees. I think its autumn. I'm trying to put a small dead tree near the slide but Miguel is on the top of it and he doesn´t let me do it.

From the playground we appear sat on the seats of a school bus. In front of me is Miguel, and this is the moment when the dream starts to become weird. At my side there's Avril Lavigne. We started to talk. I was very nervous because I was trying to listen to her but the only thing I could thinkg about was that I wanted to kiss her, and when our faces were very close that's what I did. The strangest thing of all is that I don't fancy the singer at all, she doesn't even seem pretty to me, but that's what I felt when I was dreaming. And while we were kissing I could feel Miguel looking at us jealously. A total success.

After that I remember Avril and me at my school, but this time the school is some kind of hospital. We are sat there and in front of us, behind his table, is a doctor telling us that Avril is going to die because of a strange disease. We start to get very sad, but suddenly Avril notices some colours in a notebook and that's a reason enough for the doctor to know that she is nos suffering that disease, so she is not going to die. I know, no logic at all again.

We don't have time to celebrate anything because at that moment Avril's parents decide that they are going to move to another city, so we are not going to see each other again. Some relatives of mine come to say goodbye. My little nephew is also there. He is just some months old but is very big and starts to climb up the sofa to get some cookies that are there. He shouldn't be able to do that because he is still very young, but in my dream he seemed older than he really is.

In our last night together we decide to have a romantic dinner at home. In this part of the dream I notice that I am Dr. Gregory House. In some strange kind of way I can see myself from the outside, and it's me but with Hugh Lauries body. I took some food from the school's kitchen for dinner.

The last part, and my favourite one, takes place some months later. It's a very cinematographic one. The dream goes on as if a camera went through my hypothetical apartment, everything is white, the furniture, the walls, the floor, and it´s all a mess, things broken, the floor full of rubish. I remember a hamburguer near the phone with notes written on it with ketchup and mustard. At the end we can see a crystal table broken and a hammer near it. Then everything stops. Suddenly it all starts to go backwards from the end to the begining. Everything gets as it was before, all put in order. The table gets fixed and we see that it was broken with the hammer, then the hammer appears in my hand. I'm still Dr. House and I'm repairing something. The phone rings. I pick up and someone tells me that Avril Lavigne has died.

And at that moment I woke up.

Cooked or underdone

I'm still trying to survive cooking my own food. The dishes are not really great but they can be eaten. At least I continue alive.

One of my favourite dishes is sashimi, the japanese non cooked fish, and thanks to my flatmate Duca I encoureged to try it at home. Now it's becoming an addiction but it's so good and so easy to make...

And yesterday I cooked some broccoli. Just the vegetables, garlic, cream and cheese. I doesn't look too good but the taste was better.

Not much more to say today. Some hairs fell this Monday.

How to visit London in one weekend

Muriel and Vane came to visit me this last weekend. We only had two days to see the main places in London so we spent the whole weekend walking from side to side. The tower of London was our first destiny. We passed the Tower Bridge, which had to be hoisted because a boat had to pass through, to reach the south part.

In Borough market we had a vegetarian lunch, falafel kebab, but we were still hungry so we took some sandwiches too.

We went all through the south side of the river till we reached the London Eye. Passed the Big Ben and got to Picadilly Circus. We wanted to buy some comics so we went to the Forbidden planet store and as we were near the British Museum we visited it. I had seen it from the outside a lot of times but never decided to enter.

I liked the inner space and the contrast you find with the outside when you get in. It's like a different atmosphere. A good place to stay reading a book or navigating in the net.
We only got to see the permanent exhibitions: Egiptian and greek statues, and even a Moai. You can find all the Parthenon's friezes there, and the Rosetta Stone too.

After the museum we met Duca in the japanese restaurant in the Soho. And that's how the first day ended.

We started the Sunday visiting a cemetery in the norht part of London. The Highgate Cemetery. We only visited the east part but it was quite interesting. You can find all kind of different tombs, and Karl Marx is buried there.

We were starbing at that time so we went to a chinese restaurant in China Town to have dim sum. We found a very good one called Crispy Duck, so we'll when we can.

After lunch, and after been eating so much, we visited the Trocadero, an arcade place, were we tried one of those dancing game machines (sorry, no photos) and were our ludopathy started to grow. At least at the end we recovered all the money.

Later we went to Camden Town to see the market again. Later a short festival near Victoria park, with music and fireworks. It only last one hour and we got there late, so we didn't so much.
Then we went back home and so on, and so on...

On Sunday we only had time to have a traditional english breakfast in the Wetherspoon pub near our house, a very big one, and then Muriel and Vane took the bus at Liverpool street.

After that I went to see the eurocup football match, but as I don't like football much I don't have anything else to say about that.

Lots of laughs this weekend. That's all we need.