2013/11/18

End of the story



…however, I will publish here any news about The Dudeltopf Diaries. If you wish to drop me a line you still can reach me by email, of course. Servus!

2013/11/15

What can you do when you can’t do anything?

2013/11/05

A day full of possibilities

“Post something new every month.” That’s something I’ve managed to deal with. But now it has become a boring routine. No zest. No excitement anymore. Without goals and objectives, projects tend to fade away, just as relationships. I’ve learned it well. And I’ve promised myself not to make the same mistakes again. So I’m breaking camp and loading my rucksack. See you on the trail!

2013/10/24

Winter retreat



Autumn is trotting in quickly. Days are getting shorter and nights are growing longer. Nature is dying. Winter, the time for rest and renewal, is coming. But do not despair, because there are no endings nor beginnings and Spring will come again. Are you ready to hibernate?

2013/10/14

Verschwendete Zeit


Everyone who knows me is aware of the fact that I have a loathe/hate relationship with social media.
So, it is no surprising that Facebook is not something I really like. Social media in general, and Facebook in particular, can be very harmful if used in the wrong way. They are time consuming. They create the illusion that you are doing worthy things, when in fact you are flushing your time down the drain. Time that, of course, will never return. You think you have a lot of friends but they are fake. As artificial as the hot-from-the-microwave precooked lasagna you are about to eat. Technology can be alienating, it is the thorn of the rose, but if we use it for good, it is good.
Good intentions. But you already know what happens when you mix coffe break with YouTube. So tell me please, what things make you lose track of time on the internet?

2013/09/30

Summer died


That cocky I’ve-been-through-it-all attitude shown by many people in their mid-to-late thirties is something I honestly detest. I’ve been doing this for 20 years. Yes, you were. And you have been doing it the wrong way. So give me a break, please.

2013/08/27

A smiling child



Writing about music is not in my agenda as there are people who do it a million times better. I'll make an exception with this post: the other day I was cleaning the shelves and found a dusty CDr with a badly written name on it, which was Holocaust - Primal. I didn’t even recall that Holocaust was that NWOBHM band from Scotland—The Nightcomers anyone?—. Later, I read that after all these years they never called it quits. I didn’t even know that this was their last album to date. Obviously, I’ve never heard it and it was about time as Primal was released ten years ago!

This piece of music is riddled with sombre lyrics, restraining aggression and a constant feeling of despair. But the picture isn’t all black: a few hints of hope are scattered throughout. Just like life. It’s not the perfect album, but somehow it is. I’m not sure whether it’s extraordinary or average. Maybe next week I’ll forget it completely. Maybe not. What I am sure is that the album in general, and the last song in particular touched me in a very special way:


Now the sunshine of youth is gone
Possibilities become so few…
What do you see in the eyes of a child?

Uncorrupted wonder.

Sad surrender to mature consensus,
Determined to forget past inspirations,
Find a photograph from days gone by,
A smiling child… it's you…
Uncorrupted Joy.

Will you ever see beyond the shadows again?


Words enough.

2013/08/05

Sleep mode

All of my pages in the sidebar have suddenly disappeared. Maybe it’s about time to redesign this site and move on from blogger. Maybe it's time to start from scratch. Maybe it’s time to put this to rest. Maybe to do something new and exciting. What is certain is that now it’s time to abandon the comfort zone.
If the truth be told, I am getting a little tired of living here, so I don’t entirely dismiss the possibility of relocating elsewhere. I know that Portugal is not exactly the first country that pops into mind when searching for better job opportunities… but Hell! things are not much better here in Northwest Spain.
Assim, há algum tripeiro que gostasse de contar como é que estão as coisas por lá? Acho que sou estupidamente louco, mais só se vive uma vez.

2013/07/10

Immer vorwärts

On this day two years ago I was about to begin a new cycle of life: it came in the form of a new home. Today, I am beginning another journey, but this time alone. After eight and a half years all I can say is thank you. Thank you for showing me the bright side of life. Thank you for kicking my ass when it was necessary. Thank you for having made me laugh every day. And thank you for having loved me the way I am. May the Midsummer fires show you the way to what you are looking for.

2013/06/05

Summer is a coming in


Days are growing longer. The Sun warms the soil. Rain falls gently. If it is pretty impossible to miss the shades of green all over the landscape, much more difficult is to miss the intense yellow gorse flowers sprinkling all over the hills. In my opinion, and my father’s, gorse is one of the most beautiful shrubs that can be found in Western Europe. If you are lucky enough to live in the area, remember that during the hottest sunny days of May and June you can hear the seed-cases of gorse popping. This might not impress you, but did you know that you can make your own gorse wine? But that’s another post for another day.

2013/05/30

My head is reeling

I tried to use pastels again and I failed miserably because rubbing chalk over coarse paper sets my teeth on edge. Maybe next time. Your head is reeling is a song from a record I’ve been listening to lately: Hexvessel made a brilliant rendition from the song of the band Ultimate Spinach (never heard of them).

2013/05/23

Don't bring me flowers

It’s been two years and two months since the first post on this blog. The first comment I got was shut your fuck up and work. Good advice indeed. Thanks Tod. The truth is that I still draw and write everyday in my sketchbook but I hardly upload stuff here. I can’t see the point of having a blog if you don’t update it regularly, so it’s time to rethink the way I am doing things. In the meantime, Godflesh will play tomorrow at Hard Club in Porto. So, fuck this blog for a while, I’m going out there.

2013/05/15

Same names but…


These monstrous Piranese-like Carceri are the epitome of our ill-fated future. Having that in mind, the buildings were named “Braemar Hills” by some one-of-a-kind egghead. Pure genius. But, have you ever heard about the real Braemar hills?

2013/04/03

Never do as you're told

 
 

©2013 Gerhard
Never Do As You’re Told
Mixed Media on paper, 42cm x 34cm

If you want to draw a cross, you’ll have to cross the line. But we are taught from a very young age that lines are not to be crossed. Never. The ones who do not dare will forever live within the imposed limits. The others, in some way, will be able to change their world and hopefully, each others’.

Illustration for Veintitrés Magazine #2, Crosses issue (March 2013). Buy the piece of paper here.

My gratitude goes to Gemma Cano, who kindly photographed the artwork in the studio and made the colour correction process a child’s play. Thank you. And last but no least, a little funny story as bonus: they misspelled my name in a really weird way… well, it may not be a mistake but a happy accident (Bob Ross anyone?).

2013/03/31

Red letter day



It has been pouring down since february… water, water, every where.

2013/02/28

Naething venture, naething have

One of my 2013 resolutions accomplished: I am happy to announce that a piece of my illustration work will be featured in the March issue of veintitrés magazine. More updates on the way.

2013/01/31

In retard


Yesterday I made an intelligence test and I scored 7 out of 18, that means I am retarded or something. But don’t worry about my feelings, I can deal with it… which is not what Venezia could say about her water.

2013/01/11

Øvelse gør mester



I'll send the files in one hour may mean tomorrow. I'll call you tomorrow may mean the next week. We'll have a meeting next week may mean the next month. Time in Spain is ambiguous, so don’t piss off if your landlord says he will phone you tomorrow morning and then calls you two days later. I try to put it in perspective… but that technique is not my cup of tea.