I felt like I was watching a dream I’d never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over.
My ideas? All that I have… Are all that I am. ^__^Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) & Rodin
In order to study at one of the universities of Arts in Brittany I had an experience of 2 days. The first day I had my drawing, observation and culture tests. The second day I had my French language test (ah yes? If I really need to do it! Damn…) and the afternoon I had several meetings with each university. That was an experience very interesting, I’ve never had that kind of feedback about myself (my personality), my expectations, my influences (japanese “Manga”, yes right…) and my passion.
Well at the end I was “admise” in 3 of 4! 
I’m so happy! I would like to go to Brest just the first year. It is front of the beach and there are amazing places to get inspiration, surf, walk and think in front the sea! Take a look.
Well, I just want to share some of the work I did during my tests. I had to draw something based in those two images regarding to a topic that I had to choose.
“The fantasy is the aparition: something that can not happen but it happens, in the exact moment in a perfect universe naively measured so the mystery will not dissapear “. Read the rest of this entry »
Music to fall in love.
A piano soft like a whisper, the violin that answer with melancholy, a deep echo remains all time… Then the rithm changes, they found eachother in a musical explosion when the drums drives your heart beat to an electric crying feeling.
Ólafur Arnalds is an Iceland’s musician, another one that became one of my favourites. I think that Iceland should be my next destination… Who knows. Enjoy!
The Evil Beauty and the Nerd.
This is so super!!! hi hi 
Tatsuya Ishida always have the right answers. I was thinking about this thing of being in the right moment, the last time in your life, the first love, the man of your life, love, projects, family, friends, being a nerd, geek, maybe a freak or an outsider, black&white, BLUE, traveling, memories, errors, success, money… Gosh! You know, I was so stressed that just focussed my mind into the white-matrix… In front my PC. And this Sinfest mythology thing came out: “I am EVIL&cute and JESUS will love me”.
Note: Some of my friends will disagreed with this post because few years ago I had the Monique’s profile but… Everyone changes.
OK, I will tell you this story:
I remember that day, the day the nerd spoke to me… “Yes, smells like fruits!”.
Radiohead & the right time in life
I was thinking about the things you choose to live and the things you want to live and you couldn’t, no matter how hard you try. Sometimes you’re lucky and you find your way, you get what you want and everything you dream cames true in “the right moment”. Gosh! I meant, when you get what you want when you need it and when you want it. BOTH!
When I was in México Radiohead came to France… So I could’t see them! You know it’s one of “THE CONCERTS OF MY LIFE”. When their latest album came out wow! I just dowloaded from the web site! Then I bought it and then I lost it, now my roomate have it here in France! Nostalgy.
I’m kinda disappointed. Don’t know, the latest months I’ve got such lessons about time matters…
Beauties can die…
Goddess and woman. Once, a metal blonde depressive girl and now a romantic brunette.
I guess that there’s some kind of girl… Like me, that needs to solve some kind of paradigm deep inside. Our God it’s our Demon. Many times our biggest, darkest, strongest enemy lives in ourselves and we must fight him, trying to call him by his real name, so then we will be free. There are many stories, poems, paintings, movies, etc., about this. We are alchemists. Its funny how in this video of one of my favorite Mexican singers, you can watch the brunette killing the blonde, Ely probably knows something about this mythology because in her biography you’ll find a battle between the model and the outcast musician. There are some other Alchemist, Druids, and Prophets… Wise people who help you, they know your real name, love you and stay by your side. There are many others, kind of wise who can call you by your real name, but they use it against you. Read the rest of this entry »
Flo français-rastaman in CA
I met this guy in Christmas time. 01/01/ 2009 we were in the middle of nowhere in the south of France with our friends, he was playing his guitar and singing. He’s the brother of a very good friend that I met here in Rennes. He lived in NY City for a while in order to play, learn and improve his music, now he lives in Canada with her girlfriend. I wish him the best.
Check his music here: MySpace
Chamanes, dreams & fiction…
I used to write science fiction few years ago, why? From where came that wish of became a super outcast of 14 years old? My problem started when I dreamed “the dream”, being someone different and change my life and turn it all in to that dream, sounds obvious uh? In the meantime of a big break out in my life when I was 18 years old, I met my friends “the Labyrinths” members of a selected group called “The labyrinth” hi hi ^^ (Laura Michel, Tonatiuh Moreno, Grabriel Benitez… Lovers of Literature, Tolkien, Arthur C. Clark, Miyasaki, Dungeons & Dragons,etc.), that group born in the middle of a Master in Communications thesis project of two members, students of the University ITESO and they shared the project with the community in my home town Guadalajara as part of they research. Later a book came out “Laberinto”. Well, the research and a secular group inside, published two specialized magazines without any special success (only their friends and the mini-community of outcasts from three states Zacatecas, Jalisco and Nayarit used to bought those issues, I still have 2 or 3 hidden somewhere) and lots of friends to play ROL games! But the writers stayed together just at the end, to have religious meetings every weekend to play ROL games, write, read with a cat in your feet and interchange opinions of personal literature projects. Read the rest of this entry »
Red lipstick & Prevert, mes roses surréalistes
Roses! This is such a cliche. I remember the few times that I received this kind of gift and nobody gave me another kind of flower, a tulip or a margarita could be fine but in my whole life I’ve been received roses! I’ve never thought about it but a week ago Vincent gave me 3 beautiful roses, without any special reason and I liked it. But red roses for me are related with death… My beloved cat died and I’ve got a red rose and I cried… Now I’ve got 3, my mind it’s not here.
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From my notebook…
When I was 5 or 6 years old, I asked my mom why she used to write and draw stuff in a little notebook that I liked to pick up all time and also draw in their pages and destroy her art. I used to pass my time asking myself “what my mom wants to communicate with this?” And at the same time I use to watch with all my attention her drawings like if they were puzzles, enigmas or treasures. She answered me that was her stuff! For her, and she had not intention of show “her stuff” to somebody… Obviously I didn’t understood but I remember the feeling, for her that notebook was so special that she had to keep it hide to somebody who could understand (I was so young and I’m so curious). But there’s something else, the need of write and draw… There’s not a special reason, not a single one, I think. But we like to do it all the time, It’s our way of being. I don’t know if I took that from her, like I took from my dad the love for the acoustic guitar, just that he knows how to play it.
I would like to share with you some of my drawings, just for the pleasure of doing it. Share those momments that I will keep in my memory in the form of a piece of paper. (Maybe it’s another way of get out of reallity…).
I still ask myself, what my mom did with those little notebooks. Where are they? Read the rest of this entry »
Siempre me quedará / Il me restera toujours…
How sweet is to find a soundtrack for your feelings. This morning walking in the downtown of Rennes at ‘Republique’ station I heard a whisper, not for me… But I didn’t care and I steal it.
The lyrics of this beautiful song by Bebe a Spanish singer makes me think that my language is the most beautiful. Althought my interpretation is not the real, the feeling that stays it’s a strong nostalgia of an obsession that took your head and killed a part of you and when you remember what happened your body reproduces how it felt.
Bref. It’s a sensual lullaby.
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