praliné

bunny eyes?

blinding

close your eyes

for it brighten your colours

inspiração

bon odori em bauru me fez lembrar um antigo vício em desenhar kimonos...

(tenho a impressão de que essa não será a única postagem com esse tipo de desenho)

implosion

whatever may explode inside your kitchen
the traffic headlights keep rushing tirelessly
across the reflections on the window pane
regardless of your broken cups and spilt coffee
the city outside will be the same

you may try hard to mess things up, you may expect for the riot
but the world will always hold you back
and if your walls come crashing down upon you
the old lady making supper next door won't hear a thing
someone is weeping on the park bench
a couple kiss at the station after dropping suitcases on the floor
while a man decides to tear apart an old picture from his wallet

it rains, or it doesn't

a few dozen people in the subway car
stand as close as they're apart from each other
every one of them believe that they don't deserve their own problems
"its gonna be different this time", they tell themselves
each and every passing hour is a reason to dye your hair
each and every gust of wind is a revolution in your brain
bright ideas carrying spears and heading for war
a new blast inside your kitchen
broken cups, spilt coffee
an outburst in the sink
burnt syrup, rotten meat, smoke, shrapnels, leaky faucet
a turmoil through the pipes
a tumble on the slippery floor
cracked bowls, scattered cuttlery
clashing pans, gnashing teeth, headache

but the traffic headlights keep rushing outside

flowers in bloom, crying babies, barking dogs
drunk lads laughing, young girls gossiping
perhaps we could see a rainbow if it wasn't so late at night
perhaps we could see the stars if the streets weren't so bright
someone is born, someone dies
inglorious thoughts move around the sidewalks
hiding inside their respective heads
a teenager talking hysterically on the phone pay them no mind
the saleslady across the street swallows her tears
she swallows her whole past week
as she returns the change to a customer
"thank you, sir", smiling she says

well, damn.

asian horror movies sound like this...

clouds

Just in case I lose my grounds

I wrap myself in soft clouds

Outro conjunto de pinceladas rápidas.

city lights

às vezes acontece.... você começa a riscar e alguns poucos borrões já parecem alguma coisa.

esse por exemplo não tomou mais do que 15 minutos do meu tempo, e eu não tenho a menor intençao de continuar, detalhar, acabar. às vezes acontece, a gente gosta dos rabiscos assim.

Ok. Começo meu sketchbook com... águas-vivas.
Espero que essa página seja um estorvo pra mim!
alguma coisa que me faça desenhar sempre, nem que seja algum rabisco rápido, mas manter as postagens correndo.