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By Austin Kleon. Click on the image to go to his work.

Happy 2013 everybody. Shame on me, I confess I let the first 10 days of the year pass on purpose, because I wasn’t feeling like doing a “2012 retrospective” (2012 sucked, why remember it?) and my purpose for 2013 is the same as it was three years ago, when this blog started.

By Santiagu’s recommendation, the first book I’ve read this year has been “Steal like an artist” by Austin Kleon and the image above was in it. I found it really inspiring and I wish I had stumbled upon that altered sign two years ago because back then I gave up all my longings. I thought it would be the fastest way to finish my final project and to graduate from college. I thought that would be the best for my longings in the long run. The result, however, was that two years and a big depression later I’m still trying to graduate. I’ve lived with the feeling that I’ve given up everything for this project and the project wasn’t giving me anything back. My attitude prevented me from moving forward, I only wanted to quit and whenever I would talk to people “How are you?” would turn into “How is your project?”. Besides, everybody pretty much agreed that I should do “Whatever it takes to graduate” meaning “You need to sacrifice everything else”. The social pressure adding to the academic pressure, family pressure and my own pressure. I stopped training, I stopped going down to the gym, I stopped taking my morning walks, I stopped doing laundry. It was getting kind of ridiculous, right?

Two months ago an announcement coming from the school where I attended comic art classes shook my world. They were preparing a kick ass course together with a big Disney comics publisher starting January 2013 and passing a portfolio review was required to get in.

For some reason the news broke hell loose. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t want it but I failed. I didn’t have a decent portfolio to show so I’d have to develop one in the next two months at the same time that the deadline for my final project’s presentation was approaching fast. Who would be able to understand such a move as “One month before my project’s final review I’m going to give 50% of my attention to another time-consuming creative project in a tight deadline.”? Nobody, surely. I felt lonely.

And then I called home, tears running copiously down my cheeks. This might sound childish, as I’m well into my 27th year on earth but I felt like a lost five years old. You can imagine that at this point my parents were, after two years of listening me break down through the phone, ready to give me certain dubious degree of support. That was in November.

So I had to be fast. I needed a portfolio and I got to engage a friend who works as an Art Director in an advertising agency to be my second critical pair of eyes. During November and December I alternated long project hours with long portfolio hours, the stress was incredible and at times I was wondering “Why the hell do I put myself through this?” but they say night is the darkest just before dawn. And truth is that suddenly my project’s unofficial status went from “Stuck and terribly boring” to “Ongoing and kind of interesting” and my relationship with my teachers and tutors from “Total disagreement” to “Agreeable consensus” while the portfolio was also “Ongoing” and my mood and attitude were “Improving”.

Now I’ve got my thesis jury’s seal of approval to the design part of the project and I just have to polish it for the final presentation, which will most likely take around one month and a half. On the other hand, next Tuesday I have my portfolio review for the Disney comic course so I’ll let you all know how that goes.

There’s still a lot of people who make remarks such as “But, shouldn’t you prioritise your graduation?”, “Why waste time with a portfolio?” , “You might as well not get in the course” and so on. I just wish I could make them understand. But also my mum told me two weeks ago in the phone “I just wish you would have started that portfolio two years ago”. With the help and support of some friends and my parents I have been brave enough to make this decission and truth is that I feel way better now that I’m not leaving my longings unattended anymore.

There’s a second moral to this story, btw: Fuck people, call mamma.

Thanks for reading.

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Click on the image to access the .cbr file

Why? Did you like it? Share it! Scroll down and you’ll find multiple options for doing so 🙂 //¿Te ha gustado? ¿Por qué no lo compartes? Al final del post encontrarás varias opciones para difundir el post. 🙂

What? The cbr extension doesn’t work for you? That’s okay, I uploaded it to DeviantART too. // ¿Que no tienes un software para leer cbr o una plataforma que lo soporte? Que no cunda el pánico, también lo he subido a DeviantART.

 

Well, the manga convention weekend here in Barcelona was pretty intense and I had lots of fun meeting good old friends. I’ll talk about these days in a different post at the end of this week, when everything’s more settle down. Now I just want to drop a few lines to let you know that I decided to make Wallflower downloadable in cbr format so you all should be able to access this file with any electronical device and a software that reads the comic book reader format. Just click on the image and download it. Also, spread the word, share it, copy it, resend it, just don’t try to make money out of it, it’s not meant for that! I just want this little child of mine to reach as much people as possible and be seen. And remember, the printed version can be found in 2012’s Lis en Fleur fanzine along with some amazing works by up to twenty talented artists.

Bueno, ya se ha acabado el salón, que ha sido muy intenso y divertido. Hablaré de eso al final de la semana porque ahora mismo estoy bastante liada. Solo quería postear algo rápido para invitaros  todos a descargaros la versión digital de “Wallflower” haciendo click en la imagen. El archivo puede visualizarse desde cualquier soporte electrónico con un software que lea la extensión de archivo .cbr. Os remito a Google o la tienda de apps de vuestros smartphones (seguro que hay algún lector gratuito 🙂 ). Si os gusta, compartidlo y extendedlo, a lo único que aspiro con estas modestas seis páginas es a que las vea cuanta más gente mejor. Por favor, no intentéis hacerlo pasar por vuestro o sacar dinero con el, ¡no está hecho para eso! Recordad que podéis encontrar la versión impresa en el fanzine Lis en Fleur de este año, junto con los trabajos de otras 19 artistazas.

Haters gonna hate but just in case let me warn you that if you, for some reason, dislike LGB stories you are not going to like this one and I strongly recommend that you don’t insist on reading it. This is non-explicit material. Thank you. ^^ // Quiero aprovechar para advertir desde ya que si hay alguien con prejuicios hacia las historias de temática LGB probablemente se sienta ofendido por esta historia, muy a mi pesar. Por favor, si tienes esta clase de prejuicios, ignora este post y no descargues las páginas, sólo conseguirás incomodarte innecesariamente. Estás avisad@. No contiene material explícito. Gracias. ^^

Edit: Remember that santiagu made an awesome depiction of the girls a couple of weeks ago. Ace stuff.

Solo recordaros que santiagu dibujó su genial versión de las chicas de Wallflower hace un par de semanas.

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A few days ago, during a visit to an art gallery I treated myself to a magnet poetry box, which I had laid my eye on a long time ago. Now, new blog category shall it be.

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Self-explanatory tittle there. For the ones not knowing what lacasitos are, follow this link.

And, Happy 2012 to everybody! Thanks for being there, reading. Let’s go for another year! I must say I feel very excited about 2012, lots of expectations and plans and projects!

Love,

WyC

I have recently changed my old and dysfunctional phone for a new one, and provided the times we are living, I decided to go for a smartphone.

Something I hadn’t realized until I already had it in my hands was that I have been missing compact camera that I can have with me ask the time. My digital reflex one is a burden to carry around in a normal day.

But the phone has provided me that other, everyday camera as well as it gives me the opportunity to share them instantly, while still fresh, so I have started a parallel blog, one that wants to be an images and inspiration pool as well as a visual diary.

You will find it in here: Weird yet cool, the visual diary.

I hope you enjoy it =)

Today I had to go to the pharmacy as I needed to buy instant cold bags. Instant cold bags are the shit. I have recently discovered it as I injured my arm and thought it would be fun to keep on rising the rhythm and intensity of the trainings for three months before getting it checked, why not?

As I walked back home, which I was doing fast due to the strong sunlight of the late afternoon, a sweet old man stopped me, calling my attention out loud. I obviously thought “what have I done now?”*.
Lucky me, I had done nothing this time, but walk at a light and fast pace, which the old man had noticed as he walked slowly in the opposite direction, leaning on a cane.

He offered me a deal, my feet for his and considering I’m spending the weekend doing oikomis and kakarigeikos I had to decline. I hope everybody understands.

I’m an optimist, blogging Friday night. Good weekend everybody 🙂

* You might not know this, but I have this use to, well, do stuff. Sometimes I don’t even notice it as I’m doing it, and no, it is not necessarily good.

Today it’s raining.

Once I was walking under the rain, all wet* and lonely, lost in Venice streets**, when a woman coming from behind offered to cover me with her umbrella and walk with me until we went different ways, and I think that’s the kind of thing that worths being remembered.

Keep it cool :o)

*Anyway, what are umbrellas good for?

**Maps are for sissies, and even without a map it takes skills to get lost in Venice 😀

Today I walked along Nobelvägen all the way down to Ystadsgatan, and when I got there I turned right and walked until I got to Möllevångenstorget. There I turned left in Bergsgatan, and when I arrived to Södervarn I took Carl Gustavs vägen and walked in the direction of Pildammsparken.

Passing by Tandläkarhögskolan I tried to read such a name aloud and my tongue got into a knot. I almost chocked to death. Luckily the hospital was at the other side of the street so I survived the experience and could keep on with my peaceful Sunday walk(*).

In the park I walked around the lake, teasing the geese (other day I’ll digress on why it’s funnier to tease swans, anyway) chasing them and throwing them sticks, and one even got mad at me and chased me back, hissing and all.

When going back home, I decided to take a different way, because that’s more fun than walking always the same streets, and then, of course, I got lost. But it’s not that I got lost, because I knew exactly where I was all the time, as I was with myself. What I couldn’t tell was where the hell my home was according to my own position. So, to put it short, I lost my home. But, as Malmö is not that big, I ended up finding it after a while.

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*Creative licenses might have been taken in order to improve the narrative rythm and style.

Keep it cool ;D

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