Thursday, March 9, 2017

Dance forever

Dance forever
Let's dance as if it were the last dance, the last opportunity, the last night. The music plays. Liszt's Liebesträume. Warm, dim light in the living room. The fire isn't lit. We always forget to buy firewood, right? But it doesn't matter, because it's not cold when there is the possibility to embrace and be embraced. Just imagine the rustling of the wood by the action of fire. Everything is perfect because, do you remember?, it's the last time. The first few times are not always good, but the latter are unbeatable. So, let's dance then. Grab my waist, I’ll let myself fall. I know you're not going to let me go. You laugh, I laugh. We don't know how to dance, but we act as if we knew. It just doesn't matter, because it's the last dance. And when you know that something will not be repeated, the fear, the shame, the laziness disappears... Just dance. Dance forever.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Pursue crazy dreams and hear a heart that always carries the reason

Right now I'm sitting on the sofa, my feet on the table. In that way that mothers forbid when you were a kid and doctors recommend when you grow older for the sake of your circulation system. Here, waiting for the writing muse to come. Yes, Yes, that same one, which never is, when needed.

Suspecting the muse will not come to visit me in the next few years, I’ve started to write without thinking. In addition, as Pablo Picasso said, "inspiration exists, but it has to find you working". That’s it, let’s see if this happens suddenly, and while watching Netflix

And speaking about crazy dreams… Today I want to share mine. The one, which came in the most simple way, and stayed forever. All because once upon a time I was angry and drew. And the anger became smaller. Then there was a day in which I only wanted to cry and draw. And the tears fell on the paper and graphite and pain became part of the memories. And also there was a day when something made me laugh and I drew it. Then I made a few others laugh. 

And that’s my dream. Express an emotion, communicate a thought or tell a story through pencil and paper. Call it drawing, call it illustrating or if you prefer, scribbling.

And my heart tells me every day "Just try!" And my head answers "Forget it! Are you crazy?" And I close my eyes, do not think, only feel.  And what do I feel? My heartbeat.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

An illustrated hen that I dreamed

An illustrated hen that I dreamed
Several months ago I dreamed of a hen in the shape of a house or a house in the shape of a hen, who knows… Since that day I knew that I had to draw it and, some while later, here it is.

This is one of the illustrations that I have prepared to add to my portfolio. It is still under construction, but if you feel like it, you can have a look at Bēhance.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Illustrated recipe of flash almond cake

“There is no love sincerer than the love of food”
George Bernard Shaw

Today my illustration is accompanied by a delicious recipe from my dear Marie Claire. For the past few months, she has been helping me translate all my posts, and I could not be happier. Thanks to her I can reach more people with dignity on behalf of my "broken" English…

Among all the virtues Marie-Claire has, one is that she fills the lives of those around her with delicacies. Today I share and illustrate one of her star recipes, the Flash Almond Cake. Try to make it. It’s very simple and cannot be bettered.

For the cake:
· 4 eggs
· 2 cups white sugar
· 2 cups flour
· 200 ml cream

For the topping:
· 1 packet of thin sliced almonds (150 gr)
· 100 ml cream
· 1 cup sugar
· 125 g butter

1. While preheating the oven to 180 °C (350 °F), beat the eggs and sugar fluffy until nearly white. Now add the cream and after that the flour.
2. Pour the mixture on to a baking sheet and cook for 8 minutes at 180-200 °C (350-390 °F).
3. While the cake is cooking in the oven, prepare the topping. For this, put the other ingredients in a pan and on low heat till melted and mixed.
4. Once the cake is baked, remove from oven, pour over the topping and bake it again until golden.
5. Remove from oven and let it rest until cool. Cut into squares and serve. Don’t fail to be the first to get the biggest piece of cake. It is to die for!

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Scribbletherapy #1: The washing machine of the pessimists

Scribbletherapy #1
Happy New Year to you all! I hope you had a nice Christmas or if you don't like this holiday very much, that it passed by quickly. For me, it was the first one away from home. The fact of not having all my family and close friends near made it a little bittersweet, but we have also had many adventures in the West during this special time. I will give you more details on another occasion.

Today I want to talk about that section of my blog, which I call Scribbletherapy. Since this word does not exist officially, I will explain what it means for me and when I started using it.

Some years ago, I started drawing and writing as a means of escaping and disconnecting. When I was stressed, frustrated or just having a bad day, drawing relaxed me, allowing me to disconnect and even to make me laugh.

I turned to Scribbletherapy involving just me and a pencil and paper. The scribble is because of any drawing, however simple, fulfilled its function, and therapy because of how well I felt by alleviating the bad times or simply disconnecting and discovering myself through drawings and words.

New year life simply continues, but as human beings, we love to get philosophical, mystical and set ourselves new purposes. Oh dear, how I love new purposes! And hey, it's so difficult to meet them...

Well, as a response to the trends in this change of year, I promised myself I would give more importance to positive thoughts. So today, I'll present the first official page of Scribbletherapy to you: The washing machine of the pessimists.

What better way to clean our mind of negative thoughts than to wash them as if they were dirty clothes? To wash them, leave them to air, and then polish them with some Sun and voilà (drumroll) positive thoughts.

Many will say, "If only everything were so easy in this life..." Others will think that I am crazy (they would surely be right...). However, the truth is that these moments of sitting and reflecting, writing, drawing, and making metaphors about me, my problems, my joys and my stories have helped me so much that I feel a need to share them.

My goal is that it can help other people and I am convinced that it will, even if it is just one person. I will continue to share my therapy from time to time. For now I say, ladies and gentlemen, come and try. Draw your problems and paint their solutions.

The best therapy is the cheapest. Pencil, paper, and a little bit of faith that what we are doing will work, but not like the detergents on TV adverts. No, no, this one really works.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Illustrator’s Diary. Day #2: The Treasure Store

Illustrator’s Diary. Day #2: The Treasure Store
It smells of new book everywhere. There is some nice background music, little corners with very comfortable armchairs and even a cafeteria. Very cozy, I love it.

Despite the music, the people going from one side to the other, and even the sound of the coffee machine, there is peace. Everyone walks between shelves looking for their own treasure.

I already found mine. I'll immerse myself in each of its pages and will dream with all those pictures.

There are places that make me very happy, as book shops are.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Happy mail with illustrations for Christmas

Happy mail with illustrations for Christmas
Two weeks ago I took advantage of two illustrations I had made for Christmas (Christmas tree and little Gingerbread men cookies recipe), to prepare several postcards.

Paulo printed out some copies and gave them to his elementary school pupils and school colleagues. It was nice to see the children's faces, as they were very pleased with their gifts.

Happy mail with illustrations for Christmas
Happy mail with illustrations for Christmas
Happy mail with illustrations for Christmas
I took the postcards to prepare a happy mail. Decorated envelopes, postcards, sweets... Sigh, traditional mail will not lose its charm.

It’s something special to receive a letter in our mailbox. Not all are bills in this life, really!

Happy New Year and happy and creative 2017, dear Onoffes!