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Perhaps you could say the cliché. The same old phrase. Maybe in this case it’s correct. “.. the material chooses you.”Maybe. It is true that there is a process of selection, of hunting. As you progress through the achievements, you fine-tune your technique. It is optimized. The unnecessary is dispensed with. Only the prey matters.…

We keep moving forward. No control. Improvising movements at every step. Every new site changes my perspective. It’s like climbing a mountain where the higher you are, the more you discover. Things that change previous ideas.The truth is that the first part was already drawn. When the time came to attack the second one, I…

My contribution to the exhibition organized by Apiv “I am dreaming paths”. Commemorating the 75th anniversary of the death of Antonio Machado.https://www.facebook.com/events/617188751706166/?ref=notif&notif_t=plan_user_invitedWhy do I callthe furrows of chance paths?…Everyone who walks walks, like Jesus, on the sea. Antonio Machado

The tone. The damn tone.In this story, I’m not lucky enough to be given facts by the texts. On other occasions, searching through his letters, I have found clues that have helped me to compose a style in the images. This time, I have to write the text myself, or so I told myself and…

Back after the silence. Once again. Black on white. Ink. Black. Fine line. Fat line. They surround the vertebrae. They wrap around the bones. They create tissue. They build and give life. Little by little. Slowly but surely. Casual. Rage. Definitely. Intention. I don’t know what time it will take, but I know again that…

Illustrations for Nacho Valcárcel’s text “I am rain when it rains”. Here’s the final file.

It was worth it. It had to be redrawn more times, but it was worth it. Now I see the previous attempts and they make no sense at all. It’s been hard for me to let go of things. Clean. Use only what is necessary for the narration. For the pool water, I was especially…

I’ve drawn the same page 6 times.Today will be the seventh.

Inevitably, the next project will start with a lot of self-consciousness, surrounding the magical places of this book and trusting that Nacho’s texts will give me an identity again. Bravo Gipi! Grazie!

Well, in the beginning, if I had to choose one, it surely wouldn’t be this one. And yet, there’s something about it. He hides it. A key. A key. A secret. I remember the moment I made it. Pages made in a hurry, perhaps too much. A situation that I wanted to pass quickly. A…