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).


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.


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?