domingo, 10 de junio de 2012
viernes, 8 de junio de 2012
miércoles, 6 de junio de 2012
Retrato 7
Bocetillo de hoy... últimamente estoy más aplicado de lo normal, y al menos hago alguna tontuna como esta todos los días, debo de seguir así para recuperar la mano tras tantos meses parados... ¿qué me paso? ¿donde se fue la inspiración o quien se la llevo?
lunes, 4 de junio de 2012
Cercanias
Otro boceto rápido, la verdad es que me gusta experimentar con las herramientas digitales, y esta es la mejor manera :)
Este dibujo esta inspirado en una chica que he visto esta mañana en el tren.
Y aquí podéis ver el vídeo del esbozo en sketchbook pro.
Saludos!
domingo, 3 de junio de 2012
sábado, 2 de junio de 2012
miércoles, 30 de mayo de 2012
martes, 29 de mayo de 2012
domingo, 13 de mayo de 2012
miércoles, 2 de mayo de 2012
Homenaje a Moebius
En Marzo Jean Giraud/Moebius falleció. Toda su obra me inspiro durante mi adolescencia cuando me tome más en serio esto de hacer dibujitos como dicen algunos. Una gran perdida, pero ahí nos quedan Blueberry, El Incal, Garaje Hermético... e infinidad de ilustraciones geniales. Se han perdido dos genios en uno. DEP :(
Este es mi pequeño homenaje.
(He editado las imágenes porque estaban demasiado descoloridas... cosas que pasan cuando el monitor no esta calibrado y después ves las imágenes en uno que si :))
lunes, 30 de abril de 2012
domingo, 29 de abril de 2012
domingo, 21 de agosto de 2011
Nuevo cuaderno
Nuevo sketchbook empezado y aqui esta el primer dibujo que hice ayer. Tinta, Copic markers (grises) y acuarela.
Ultimamente solo uso Moleskine watercolor sketchbooks A4, me gusta el papel y que se puedan abrir del todo.
Y este lo he hecho hoy.
Ultimamente solo uso Moleskine watercolor sketchbooks A4, me gusta el papel y que se puedan abrir del todo.
Y este lo he hecho hoy.
sábado, 20 de agosto de 2011
Portaminas
miércoles, 10 de agosto de 2011
warm up sketches
Mientras trabajo en ilustraciones mas detalladas, siempre uso algunas capas para hacer bocetos dentro de la misma, en este caso estas dos pertenecen a un par de capas de legion.
martes, 9 de agosto de 2011
is all art useless?
The artist is the creator of beautiful things.
To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.
The critic is he who can translate into another manner
or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
The highest, as the lowest, form of criticism is a mode
of autobiography.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt
without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things
are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things means only
Beauty.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.
Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the rage of
Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism is the
rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of
the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect
use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove
anything. Even things that are true can be proved.
No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy
in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.
No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express
everything.
Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.
Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is
the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling,
the actor's craft is the type.
All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work
is new, complex, and vital.
When critics disagree the artist is in accord with
himself.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he
does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless
thing is that one admires it intensely.
All art is quite useless.
To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.
The critic is he who can translate into another manner
or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
The highest, as the lowest, form of criticism is a mode
of autobiography.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt
without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things
are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things means only
Beauty.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.
Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the rage of
Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism is the
rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of
the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect
use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove
anything. Even things that are true can be proved.
No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy
in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.
No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express
everything.
Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.
Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is
the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling,
the actor's craft is the type.
All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work
is new, complex, and vital.
When critics disagree the artist is in accord with
himself.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he
does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless
thing is that one admires it intensely.
All art is quite useless.
Oscar Wilde.-
lunes, 8 de agosto de 2011
Cafeteria - WIP
Otra ilustración que tengo atascada desde hace unos meses.... ¿qué me pasa? debería ser mas constante... y lo peor es que tengo un montón de ideas... soy un perezoso :(
Legion - WIP
He vuelto a trabajar en esta ilustración tras unos meses sin tocarla, y eso que tenia mogollón de sketches ya hechos, así que de vuelta...
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