
I've been trying to develop a concept for a new webcomic series. It should be fun (for everyone) and easy (for me) to draw. I've got a lot of ideas but none seem right for that.
Well, in the meantime, here's a quick drawing that is not related to anything, really.Comments [0]

I'm drawing again. It'll take a while to get "back in shape" (if I ever was).
But thanks for the inspiration, girl.
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I have not been drawing for the last couple of months because I've had a problem on my shoulder. I mean, literally (so it would be "a problem in my shoulder"). But I'm feeling better now and will be back to drawing as soon as possible.
In the meanwhile, I've taken some pictures to try out a new camera (that means I've still got to get used to the settings and stuff). And I'll try to post here more oftenly.Comments [0]

The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane (which I've mentioned previously) is a 1976 thriller starring a 13 year old Jodie Foster.
It's a strange little movie with a preposterous plot that evolves (not that much) on a weird pacing. What you can't help noticing is that it's an old, dated film. I mean, half the soundtrack is fenomenal (Chopin) but the other half is like a 70's boogie! And it depicts a teenager in a lot of situations that would be unthinkable in today's mainstream movie industry. Hopefully nobody ever thought about doing a remake. Which would obviously star Dakota Fanning (who actually looks a lot like a young Jodie Foster, how odd) or Chloe Moretz. But today's horror/thriller spasmodic editing standards would be so annoying and would leave the whole thing without a single trace of personality. But this movie is an oddity and you should see it like that (if you ever want to watch it).Comments [0]
If you have not watched Fringe S02E05 I suggest you don't read any further.

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Why do I draw skulls and skelletons? Why wouldn't I? Better yet, why don't you?


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Last night I dreamed that there were some black worms trying to get into my arms.
They got in and started to crawl through my body. I remember feeling them in my lungs, I couldn't breath properly.
And, somehow, I knew that if they could get into my heart... that would be it. Game over.
But then I woke up.
What an anti-climax...
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