"100" old people

90 quick drawings of old people passing by!

From my research project.

JEEZ! Next week is our assessment week! I feel as if my inner-self was running around. I have so many things to do but I don't even know where to begin... AHHH!

Wire Faces

One month ago

Mapping Actions

I chose seven people in my classroom, and for two classes, every half an hour, I wrote down the action each one was realizing. I found cutting and painting were the most used actions.

Mapping Thoughts

For two classes, I kept track of the thoughts of two friends and mine. Each hour I wrote what each one of us was thinking at the moment and put it together in this map where I signaled our favorite places or with special meaning for us here in London.

As a curious fact, at 12:30pm, all three of us were thinking in food (lunch time, of course!)

There's many spelling mistakes.

Mapping Actions II

For this project, every certain period of time I draw the silhouette of four different people and what they were doing at the moment. At the end, I made the silhouttes again in this transparent paper with markers and overlap them, making it difficult to see each one of the figures, but at the same time, getting a new one where we can see the movement with the lines.

Mapping Mood

Mapping mood with the music I listened during the week.

Have some more works and drawings, but I'll post them later on the week or next weekend.

Shopping cars

The shopping car is thing of the past.

One of my thoughts is that you can't remain sane if you are an artist. I am serious. They encourage you to become obsessive-compulsive, for example. Sometimes I feel as if I were the character in A Beautiful Mind, or like Jim Carrey in 23.

This is an interesting photo I took during my obsessive acts this week at Sainsbury.

Between shelfs

Today I went to the school library almost all day, making research for my essay. It is like shopping for me. It took me all day to decide which books I was going to use jaja, and spent lots of time looking at some other topics I was interested, having my inner voice constantly reminding me what I was actually supposed to be doing.

I would like to write a reflection I had at one moment. Sometimes I feel preoccupied by the outcome of the projects, by the results, goals, points, sometimes even afraid. My mind tends to ask a "why" for almost everything. It's not unusual for me to overthink things, trying to find a reason or something. I love mathematics, where you know why you got the result right or wrong. There's many ways to get the answer, but the answer is one most of the time. Art is different, sometimes you don't know the reason, you go through the unknown and are not really sure about what you'll find at the end. You won't know if it will be alright or not. The paths are so many, you just can't have the control of what will happen, the security. Maybe in that sense art is more difficult than mathematics. There's always uncertain things, you need to keep experimenting and learn from the mistakes, from the success points. You WILL be wrong, and countless times. And there won't be an answer because there's an infinite of possibilities, because it's subjective, and in fact, there's no right or wrong.

But that exactly is what I love about art.

"You shall not pass!"

You know what I have been doing?

Garbage. I keep doing garbage. Jajaja. Some of my works from these two days:





It's okay. This is the period to make this kind of things.

I can't concentrate.... That's why I am posting today. I am supposed to be doing an essay, but I just can't concentrate in continue reading. L-a-z-y....

Space

There's 6013 songs in my library. Took me 74 songs to finish this drawing. 1 cup of coffee.

And maybe it's not the big deal, but still...

One of 46 sheets for "The museum of me" sketchbook project.

Acrylics
Watercolours
Paper
Tape
Black marker

Monster

Colour pens.

Work for my time in Mexico's "ENAP". 2008.

Wrong

Fine black and red marker, white cardboard.

Based in a girl I saw at a museum.

From "Please Leave Me Be." Tumblr page.