sapromind

Took me a while, but I finally moved, unpacked, got my shit together and returned to drawing, so the next page of The Frolic will drop in a matter of days. And boy, do I hope this was the last huge hiatus.
And by the way, I suppose I haven't mentioned yet that I started a Tapas page for The Frolic, as well as an Instagram account dedicated for my artsy stuff, as opposed to the regular real life content on my original IG account.

It's been almost two months since the academic year began and the dust settled a bit. My research and lecturing duties still prevail but I'm learning how to find a solid hour or two each day to draw. In a few days -- I hope -- I'll add the sixth page of The Frolic #1 where I'm strongly experimenting with the paint job. To add a less cartoonish feeling to the colors I decided to drastically reduce the opacity of the brush. It turned out to be a bit of a pain every now and then but the results seem interesting. Nonetheless, it means that the style of the book will be very inconsistent, but who cares really, right?

Besides that, I've spent much of the time in the past few weeks rediscovering a few albums. Just yesterday I got reminded that I'm really digging some of the Metallica tunes as well as the album White1 by Sunn O))). However, those last weeks were absolutely dominated by Seventeen Seconds by The Cure, an album I had never really appreciated too much, besides one or two songs. Now I am, I dunno, FUCKING HYPNOTIZED, and to make matters worse, BY EACH SONG. The epitome of this record, A Forest, is so ridiculously atmospheric, so perfectly tailored, every note is so freakishly tasty, I don't know, I can't remember when was the last time I'd been so overwhelmed by a supposedly simple song... and one that I had already known well.

I wish I could channel all the energy onto a single thing. But time goes by and the commitments grow in numbers. But I don't think any of them are redundant, really. However, the truth is, each time I get to organise my timetable and sink in a fairly pleasurable routine, I keep coming up with something new and exciting and, unfortunately, time consuming. But I don't want to turn away from any of this. I've spent quite a while now selecting things I wish to invest my time in. I just wish the days were longer. Or how about making the lives infinite? I wouldn't mind... That's probably the time I'd need to tell all the stories I wish to tell. Sadly, this will hardly be the case. I won't get an infinite life, or any more time...
Or any more time...

I want the sky to fall in
I want lightning and thunder
I want blood instead of rain
I want the world to make me wonder

I want to walk on water
Take a trip to the moon
Give me all this
And give me it soon

More drink, more dreams, more drugs
More lust, more lies, more love
But however hard I want
I know deep down inside
I'll never really get
More hope
Or any more time

Or any more time







For the time being the plan is to do the reasonable thing (*sigh*) and focus on my PhD thesis defense and then, around July, after all is done and the dust settles and I become the certified wise man, FUCK THE GREAT ALEPH ZERO, and keep drawing. Meanwhile all I can offer in terms of visual entertainment is my instagram, so..

Dark phantoms of the past
Some things are best forgotten

So I suppose I could elaborate a bit on what I meant in the previous entry. Basically, in my life I've had three hobbies. There was the one I don't wanna talk about, there was drawing, and there was the other one I don't wanna talk about. Some of them I've quit, some I haven't. The reason I quit drawing around 10 years ago remains unknown to me, and while I don't wanna sound cliché, I'll say it was probably the biggest mistake of my life. Thinking how much progress I could have done had I never stopped in the first place makes me cringe. But hey, since we all believe in the magic of numbers, what's a better age to restart the process than 27? So for the past few weeks I've been practicing a bit and maybe, just maybe, in a few more weeks I'll be ready to post some of the stuff I'm making. I suppose this journal is a good tool to cover my progress (or the lack thereof), so I might be doing that as well.
Anyway, this is it. If you felt good while doing something, and you're coming back to it after a long time, I suppose you're free to call it home, aren't you?