The education of Little Tree

©2010. Little Tree and Granma; Montañas
While reading, mientras leía:
THE EDUCATION OF LITTLE TREE -Forrest Carter

"Granma sang and rocked slowly back and forth. And I could hear the wind talking, and Lay-nah, the spring branch, singing about me and telling my brothers. I knew I was Little Tree, and I was happy that they loved me and wanted me. And so I slept, and I did not cry." (p.6)

"Way off, a mourning dove called, long and throathy, and the mountains picked it up and echoed the sound over and over, carrying it farther away until you wondered how many mountains and hollows that call would travel - and it died away, so far, it was more like a memory that a sound." (p.25)

(...) "In the spring when everything is born (and always, when anything is born, even an idea), there's fret and fuss. There's spring storms like a baby borning in blood and pain. Granma said it was the spirits kicking up a fuss at having to get back into material forms again. Then there was the summer -our growed-up lives- and autumn when we got older and had that peculiar feeling in our spirits of being back in time. Some folks called it nostalgia and sadness. The winter with everything dead of seeming to be, like our bodies when they die, but born again just like the spring. Granma said the Cherokees knew, and had learned it long ago." (The Education of Little Tree -by Forrest Carter. p.65)

Sad Sidoarjo & Pachamama

©2010. Sad Sidoarjo y Pachamama.
We went to visit Mawarini and Jumaadi's exhibition, and it was amazing and sad. It made me think of my own people in Colombia, the importance of keeping your culture alive, and the ever present spiritual side of what we do as artists. At the link below you can check their work and be inspired!

Visitamos la exhibición de Mawarini y Jumaadi, nos pareció extraordinaria y triste. Me hizo pensar en mi gente colombiana, en la importancia de mantener nuestra cultura viva, y en el lado espiritual siempre presente en lo que hacemos como artistas. En el link de abajo pueden ver su trabajo e inspirarse!

Jumaadi & Mawarini

Entendiendo animación... Understanding animation

©2010. Personajes de Basil, Niña y viejita, y Ranita saltando.
Studies from "The story of Frog Belly Rat Bone" by Timothy Basil Ering, and "How to make animated films" by Tony Whites.

Primavera por fin! ...Spring at last!

©2010. Retrato de cada uno, Anciana y niño, Fortachón de teatro y Maquillaje en Rundle Mall.
Carlos made a portrait of me and I did one of him while having a nice bubble tea!
The rest are some quick sketches made for fun.
Carlos me dibujó y yo a él mientras nos tomábamos un té frío y blanco.
Los demás son bocetos rápidos hechos para distraer.

YO NO NAKA WO
NANI NAGEKA MASHI
YAMA ZAKURA
HANA MIRU HODO NO
KOKORO NARISEBA

"Why do we suffer so in the world? Just regard life as the short bloom of the mountain cherry" -Murasaki's last poem.

Agosto oscuro... Dark August

©2010. Mujer con gato y faro, Primera flor blanca, Cake4anA, y Mesa elefante.
Pocos dibujos en Agosto. Few drawings in August.

Difficult times because...

"For being a foreigner, Ashima is beginning to realize, is a sort of lifelong pregnancy - a perpetual wait, a constant burden, a continuous feeling out of sorts. It is an ongoing responsibility, a parenthesis in what had once been ordinary life, only to discover that that previous life had vanished, replaced by something more complicated and demanding. Like pregnancy, being a foreigner, Ashima believes, is something that elicits the same curiosity from strangers, the same combination of pity and respect." (The Namesake, by Jhumpa Lahiri. p.49-50)
"In some senses Ashoke and Ashima live the lives of the extremely aged, those for whom everyone they once knew and loved is lost, those who survive and are consoled by memory alone. Even those family members who continue to live seem dead somehow, always invisible, impossible to touch." (The Namesake, by Jhumpa Lahiri. p.63)

InViErNo... WiNtEr !

©2010. Ratas (Anas) de laboratorio, Nariz sangrando, Pasarela y Mirando al suelo.
It was a dark winter and thoughts became heavy and sad, falling to the floor. I found myself trying to collect them all at the same time, very much like the little rat at the top: paralyzed, unable to pick her children one by one. The rest are general drawings made to avoid boredom and anxiety.

Fué un invierno oscuro y los pensamientos se hicieron pesados y tristes, calléndose hasta el suelo. Me descubrí a mí misma tratando de levantarlos todos al mismo tiempo, así como la ratita de arriba: paralizada, incapaz de recoger a sus hijos uno por uno. Los demás dibujos son bocetos generales hechos para evadir el aburrimiento y la ansiedad.

En Julio... In July

©2010. Riyadh's hand, Araña y Princesas olvidadas.
Las Princesas Olvidadas son un estudio del libro "Princesses Oubliées ou Inconnues" de Philippe Lechermeier y Rébecca Dautremer. HERMOSO!

Dibujos viejos... Old drawings

©2010. Abaco, Mujer insecto, Clancy, Escaleras al mar y Layout Play.