Women in Pipeline

And here it is at last. It still needs some work to define better the pipeline structure, which I think its a bit messy. The light is not very coherent either, but I want to stress the power of her breasts.

Women on Tubes

So now what?

What is this little guy wondering?

More 3D fantasy

Some more experiments from my 3D class. Developed on MAYA software using texture maps and lights.

Woman on pipeline

One more step into this painting. The process of discovery is interesting as the painting its revealing itself. There was not much planning on this.

Claroscuro 2

Another ¨claroscuro¨ sketch I drew a while ago.

A 3D experiment

This is a 3D experiment done on MAYA Unlimitted. I used the bump map application to create the surface textures of what seems to be and organic watch.

Sketch of pregnant woman

Did this some time ago on drawing classes. White chalk on on a black cupboard can create a very powerful and dramatic effect.

Woman on pipeline

This is week three of this project, although I´m not painting every single day. The idea is progressing in an extrange organic way, sort of like a metalic tree. Again, I should create a very dark background and make the character clear and bright. The background should remain very complex and difficult to understand. I have HG Giger in my mind but the drawing is taking a life of its own. At this point, I´m a bit stressed about the probable ending. Colors used here: only the primaries hot and cold colors (blue, red, yellow, ocre, and dark ocre)

Woman in pieces lying on bed

Found this drawing in an old book.

Woman on pipelines

This is where the painting stands at this point. I will make the hole sorrounding darker and the center right of the painting clearer as the light cames from the egg. The egg is supposed to suggest the whole environment sorrounding the character. The painting is still on its initial stages and needs more work to create more contrasts and details. It remains flat, but will get there... Anyway, I believe Hitchcock said that every movie he made was a dissapointment, because the end product never looked as good as it did in his mind. Many artists experience this same frustration, although I believe their love for the process, and not the result, is what keeps them working.

Post-It Art.

Little characters such as this ones usually appear when I´m on the phone and need to do something with my hands while talking. They are done on pen which is on of my favourite mediums for drawing. Two of them are the same girl lying down on her bed, but in different styles, kind of like more the simplest one. The eyes are more expressive, as in a japanesse manga. Its cool when you manage to say more with less.

Woman on tubes

This is in working process. I´ll post the advances every week. Will explain it on another post.

My right foot.

I found this old sketch in a book hidden under some other books. I thought it was kind of cool. I believe this is my foot. Its done in pencil.

Oscar Stagnaro and Paquito de Rivera in Lima.

Oscar Stagnaro es quizá uno de los músicos peruanos más reconocidos de este momento, pero paradójicamente no es tan conocido en Perú al menos por aquellos no inmersos en el mundo de la música. Stagnaro viene tocando desde hace más de 20 años como bajista en la banda de una de las eminencias de Latin Jazz en el mundo, el Cubano Paquito de Rivera. Además es profesor de la prestigiosa escuela de música de Berklee en Boston Massachusetts, en donde enseña también Latin Jazz a sus talentosos alumnos. Doy fé que es un músico incansable ya que estamos trabajando algunas videos de él para esta página. Por ello he tenido la suerte de asistir a varios ensayos en semana y fines de semana en donde he sentido la intensidad, foco y trabajo que Stagnaro y su grupo de músicos profesionales ponen en cada entrega. Los músicos hacen hablar a sus instrumentos como si fuera una voz paralela y mágica. A Oscar lo he escuchado más tocar que decir palabras. Creo que no lo conozco más que por sus canciones y por la dedicación que tiene a su trabajo. Lo he perseguido incansablemente para sacarla una entrevista que complemente las horas de video en la que lo tenemos haciendo música, pero a cada pedido siempre me ha dicho ¨ven que tengo ensayo a las 7.00pm¨ o algo por el estilo. Finalmente, nunca hablamos, sólo pude filmar los ensayos y presentaciones. A veces me pregunto si alguna vez se aburren de tocar, si no querrán mandar todo al tacho, si no pasarán un mes viendo tele u haciendo origami. Pero cada vez que los veo en el escenario, pareciera que tocaran por primera vez, divertídisimos, risueños, pasándola bomba, como niños grandes con juguete nuevo. En el concierto de ayer en el Jockey Club del Perú, Rivera le hizo un generoso homenaje como un querido amigo, gran músico y compositor que ha afectado profundamente su vida y sus melodías. La gente aplaudió a gritos. No es poca cosa tal reconocimiento.
Su hijo Paulo Stagnaro, también de Berklee y en sus 20s, es percusionistas en la misma orquesta, y tiene ya un premio Grammy a su corta edad, (junto con su padre que acumula muchos tantos) por el último disco que hiciera de De Rivera con distintos ritmos latinos. El día de ayer tanto padre como hijo tocaron la ¨Flor de Canela¨ en bajo y percusión, con Rivera al clarinete. El momento fue mágico e inolvidable para un testigo y observador como yo, que sabe poco o nada de música pero que si se precia de identificar la pasión más pura y genuina cuando la ve.

On a taxi in Lima

This sketch from an taxi in Lima. It portraits the ¨Costa Verde¨, showing on a first plance the Rosa Nautica restaurante, and in the back the numerous buildings watching the ocean as comfortable espectators. My girlfriend secretly wishes she could own one of those condos, where she´ll the sea every single day of her life, while smoking a cigarette. She feels a deep connection with the sea. Maybe that´s why i sketched it today in the morning. Now that I see it, I should have colored the sea and not the sky. The empty white and the contrast with the colour blue takes your vision towards the mountain... to the land and not the ocean.