Stones, part 6

Vistas diferentes de la misma piedra

Different views of the same stone

Today's music:

PJ Harvey

Everyone needs a rock

Me ha encantado participar en el proyecto de Shari "todo el mundo necesita una roca".
Desde que aquel día la Princesa Mermelada encontró esta piedra y me la metió en el bolsillo, la llevo conmigo. Justo en unos días en los que estoy rodeada, enganchada, hipnotizada por piedras y más piedras.

I'm honored to be part of Shari's project "everyone needs a rock".

Ever since that day when Princess Marmalade found this rock and put it inside my pocket, I'm carrying this one with me. Nowadays I am surrounded for, hooked on, hypnotized by rocks and rocks.

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The Spring giveaway winners are:

Marie-Louise

&

Teresa

Please, send me an e-mail with your address and the books will be flying to your hands!!

Today's music:

Bonnie Prince Billy

A twist of spring

Quizá este fin de semana no me sienta culpable si me quedo en casa haciendo unos encargos...

Maybe this weekend I won't feel guilty for staying indoors resuming some comisioned pieces...

Last day to enter the giveaway!

Último día para participar en el sorteo!

Today's music:

Starsailor

Collection

Las próximas piedras...

The next stones...

Today's music:

The Buzzcocks

Under a clear blue sky

En la cama, semiconsciente, dejo que los pensamientos se desperecen antes que mi cuerpo. Qué bien duermo en mi cama, sonrío mentalmente, debe ser que me hago mayor. Pronto me convertiré en una de esas personas que deciden viajar con su propia almohada, me río. El hilo de mi pensamiento se me ha escapado y tan sólo encuentro más madejas solapandose. Es la hora de levantarse y no me apetece desembrollar mis hilos mentales. Pongo un pié en el suelo, miro hacia la ventana. Otro día soleado. Otro regalo inesperado.

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In bed, half-consciously, I let my mind stretch before my body. Oh, sleeping in my bed feels great, I smile mentally; I must be getting old. I'll soon turn myself into one of those people who travel with their own pillow, I laugh. Now, I've let my thoughts' thread slip away and I can only find overlapping skeins. It's time to wake up and I don't feel like unwinding my mind's threads. I set a foot on the wooden floor, look towards the window. Another sunny day. Another unexpected gift.

Don't forget the giveaway!
No os olvideis del sorteo!

Today's music:
The Right Ons

The girl said...

"... some stones you don't need to paint. They are born painted"

"... algunas piedras no las tienes que pintar. Vienen ya pintadas"

Don't forget the giveaway!
No os olvideis del sorteo!

Today's music:

Eddie & the Hot Rods

So white

Nature, it's all it takes.

Don't forget the giveaway!
No os olvideis del sorteo!

Today's music:

Belle & Sebastian

What I forgot

This is the first attempt for a new drawing. I'm still sketching and figuring it out. I thought some of you might like to take a look at the beginning...

Este es el primer intento de un nuevo cuadro. Todavía estoy bocetando y barajando imágenes. Pensé que a alguno de vosotros le gustaría echar un vistazo al inicio...

Don't forget the giveaway!

No os olvideis del sorteo!

Today's music:

The Cure

The slope

Ella subió la cuesta la primera.
She was the first one to climb the slope.

Hands for stones

Jorge y yo, recolectando rocas / Jorge and me, rock harvesting

Heart shaped stone

Botando piedras / Skipping stones

Vir respirando aire del mar / Vir breathing some sea air

Husband & the girls

Éstas son sólo unas pocos fotos del día espléndido que pasamos ayer, con Jorge y Vir. Cuando hace sol y me da la brisa del mar no sólo se me pone la nariz colorada, también me siento mucho más feliz.

These are just a few pictures from the splendid time we had yesterday with Jorge and Vir. When it's sunny and I breathe the cool ocean breeze, I don't only end up with a sunburnt nose, but I also feel a lot happier.

Today's music:
The Church

Spring giveaway!!

La primavera no me emociona. Por aquí es como una versión light del invierno agonizante, con mucha, mucha lluvia, unos ratos de sol que generalmente saben a poco y demasiadas expectativas. Sin embargo, voy a dejar que el espíritu primaveral me invada y voy a sortear un par de mis libros "My drawings of wolfmen, girl skaters, tree women, dark skies and other stories"

Todo lo que tienes que hacer para participar es dejar tu comentario antes del 29 de Marzo. Para los que ya lo tienen, es una oportunidad de tener algo que regalar a un buen amigo...

Buena suerte!

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Spring doesn't move me much. Around here it's just a light version of a dying winter, with lots of rain, several sunny moments, but not as many as I would like and too many expectations. However, I'm letting myself go into this springtime spirit and I've made up my mind to post another giveaway. I'm giving away a couple of my book "My drawings of wolfmen, girl skaters, tree women, dark skies and other stories".

So all you have to do is coment below before March 29th. For all of you that already have the book, this might be an opportunitty to get that gift for that special friend...

Good luck!

Today's music:

Van Morrison

Black Bird

Was she waiting for her partner? Was she waiting for the wind? Was she waiting for the perfect life?

¿Esperaba a su compañero? ¿Esperaba al viento? ¿Esperaba que la vida perfecta llegara?


Today's music:
Elliott Smith

Silhouettes

Sugerentes siluetas que la primavera pronto vestirá completamente.
Suggestive silhouettes will be soon completely dressed by spring.

Today's music:
Dinosaur Jr

Stones, part 5

In my mind today:

* get ready for spring / prepararse para la primavera

* enjoy the morning mist mistery / disfrutar del misterio de la niebla matutina

* let the sun come into the house / dejar que el sol entre en la casa

* buy a new lipstick / comprar una barra de labios nueva

* look for new shoes / buscar zapatos nuevos

* draw on stones / dibujar sobre unas piedras

Today's music:

Air

My dad's wanderings

Photography by my dad

Fotografías de mi padre

Ayer fue el primer día de buen tiempo desde hace muuuuucho. Me imagino la excitación de mi padre por salir al monte a sacar fotos. Su gran entretenimiento.

¡Qué vosotros disfrutéis también de este fin de semana!

Yesterday we enjoyed the very first sunny day in a looooong time. I can imagine my dad's excitement at the perspective of going on an outing to the mountains to take pictures. His great hobby.

Enjoy this weekend you too!

Today's music:

Mark Olson & Gary Louris

Trunk

Un tronco abandonado en la orilla se siente desnudo, olvidado, fuera de lugar.

An abandoned trunk at the shoreline feels naked, forgotten, out of place.

Today's music:

Billie Holiday

Vitamina for you

Existe la posibilidad de que desde Argentina me envíen camisetas con mis dibujos para que todas las que os habéis interesado por ellas podais comprarlas. Así que me gustaría saber qué modelo os gusta más y que talla compraríais. Dejadme un comentario aquí o escribidme un mail. Gracias.

There's a possibility to have some of my t-shirts sent to me from Argentina, so the people who have asked me about it can buy them from me. So I need to know which one you like better and which size you would buy. Leave a comment here or send me an email. Thanks.

Today's music:
Chopin

A pretty necklace

I sit not too far, not too close from the others. I look at their shoes and a little furtively at their faces too. Tired, indiferent, lost in thought. There's a seat between a tall man and me. He stares at the floor, then at this hands, alternatively, uninterruptedly. Nice hands, long fingers, well cared nails. He doesn't wash dishes. I wonder what he's doing in that waiting room. Well, for the last fifteen minutes I've been wondering about everybody there. I'm making up their stories, I'm trying to reinterpret their signs, their whispering, their stares and their occassional sighs.

A young woman with a baby in her arms enters and almost all the women aim their eyes and voices to that round and chubby little face. They make faces for him, they modulate words and ancient phrases that you only hear from grandmothers and neighbours. I'm amazed at how such a small being can break the cold air, the moment, the space between us.

I sneak a peek at the tall man. He doesn't seem aware of the baby. I wonder if he has kids. No, I don't think so. Of course, he's married... with those hands... But he doesn't wash dishes. Suddenly I dislike him. The young mother talks loudly and with ease. Why is it that when we have a kid we talk as if nobody else before us had gone through that experience? Why are we so blind to evidence?

A nurse calls out for Juan. A woman rises. Nobody's surprised. Funny how medical affairs can be delegated. Some men just need a secretary all their lives. Well, she's only picking his prescriptions, we all guess. I'm sure the tall man has his own secretary, but he doesn't use her for medical purposes. At this point I must admit I am like one of those men. I need a secretary too. I need to have all the papers sorted out for me.

Then I notice how low the music is. Some flamenco. Weird. Atypical. The man shuts his eyes. He has surrendered to time and is tired of staring at his hands. At the floor too. I put my pen and notebook back in my bag and play with my necklace. A present from a friend. And then back to analyze shoes.

Almost every seat is now taken. An elderly woman has silently placed herself between the tall man and me. She takes a big fan out of her small purse and asks us if we will be bothered with the air. We both say no with our heads. I take my notebook out again and pretend that I'm reading. She turns to the man:

- Are you here to see the doctor?

He nods surly.

- I'm here almost every week. I waste a lot of time here.

He's now staring at her.

- And nobody here realizes that all this waiting time... I waste it forever! And it's not the same if you are thirty, forty... than ninety! Who gives me back this time?

He's smiling.

I smile too.

The woman turns to me, smiles back and says:

- That's a pretty necklace.

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Me siento ni lejos ni cerca de los demás. Miro todos sus zapatos, y algo más furtivamente, sus caras. Cansadas, indiferentes, ensimismadas. Queda un asiento libre entre un hombre alto y yo. Mira al suelo y a sus manos, alternativamente, ininterrumpidamente. Manos finas, dedos largos, uñas cuidadas. No friega platos. Me pregunto qué hace en esa sala de espera. Desde hace quince minutos me pregunto eso de cada persona que veo allí. Imagino sus historias, intento reinterpretar sus susurros, sus miradas y en algun caso, sus suspiros.

Entra una joven con un bebe en brazos y casi todas las mujeres dirigen sus ojos y sus voces hacia esa cara redondita y rechoncha. Le hacen muecas, le entonan palabras y frases añejas que sólo oyes a las abuelas y a las vecinas. Me sorprende que un ser tan pequeño rompa la frialdad del aire, del momento, el espacio entre nosotros.

Miro de reojo al hombre alto; no ha reparado en el bebe. Me pregunto si tendrá hijos. No, creo que no. Estará casado, con esas manos... Pero no friega. De pronto me cae antipático. La joven madre habla en alto y con desparpajo de su bebe. ¿Por qué será que cuando tenemos un hijo hablamos como si nadie más hubiese pasado por esa experiencia? ¿Por qué somos tan ciegas a la evidencia?

Una enfermera llama a alguien llamado Juan. Se levanta una mujer. Nadie se sorprende. Es curioso cómo se pueden delegar los asuntos médicos. Hay hombres que toda su vida necesitan una secretaria. Y total, serán sólo unas recetas, pensamos todos. El hombre alto seguro que tiene secretaria, pero no la lleva al médico. Tengo que admitir que yo también soy como uno de esos hombres. Necesito un secretario. Necesito que me quiten el papeleo de enmedio. De repente soy consciente de lo bajito que suena el hilo musical. Algo de flamenco. Qué curioso. Que atípico. El hombre cierra los ojos. Ha sucumbido al tiempo y se ha cansado de ver sus manos. Y el suelo. Dejo mi rotulador y mi cuaderno en el bolso y jugueteo con mi collar. Un regalo de una amiga. Otra vez analizo zapatos.

Casi todos los asientos ya están ocupados. Una señora mayor se ha sentado silenciosamente entre el hombre y yo. Saca un gran abanico de su pequeño bolso y pregunta a ambos lados si no nos molesta con el aire. Ambos negamos con la cabeza. Vuelvo a sacar mi cuaderno y finjo leerlo. Ella se dirige al hombre:

- ¿Está usted para el médico?

Él asiente impaciente.

- Yo casi vengo todas las semanas. Pierdo mucho tiempo aquí.

Él le mira ahora.

- Y, claro, nadie se da cuenta de que todo este tiempo de espera lo pierdo para siempre. Y no es lo mismo perder el tiempo con treinta, cuarenta... o noventa! ¿A mí quién me lo devuelve?

Él esboza una sonrisa.

Yo también.

La señora me mira, sonríe y me dice:

- Bonito collar.

Today's music:

Neko Case

If I were a cormorant

... me zambulliría frente a las más hermosas playas.

... I'll dive in the waters in front of the most beautiful beaches.

Today's music:

The Byrds

Bring the magic

40 x 40 cm aprox.
15.7 x 15.7 inches aprox.

Rosa necesitaba una excusa para bailar.
Ane dudaba de sus emociones.
Carmen buscaba respuestas.
Isabella creía saber donde estaba la verdad.
Y tan sólo necesitaban un poco de magia.

Rosa needed a reason to dance.
Ane was dubious about her feelings.
Carmen was looking for answers.
Isabella thought she knew where the truth was.
And all they needed was a little magic.

Today's music:

M. Ward

answers, answers

what is your current obsession?

new drawings, lines and shapes

what are you wearing now?

jeans, converse, t-shirt, favourite ring and necklace

do you nap a lot?

rarely

who was the last person you hugged?

one of my daughters, after hugging the other one

if you were a tree, what tree would you be?

a magnolia

what´s for dinner?

chocolate milk and cookies

what was the last thing you bought?

hmmm... black pens

what are you listening to right now?

Bon Iver

what is your favorite weather?

sunny and clear

what is on your bedside table?
books, alarm clock, glasses

what is your most challenging goal right now?

to laugh a lot more

say something to the person who tagged you.

your point of view makes me smile

if you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where do you want it to be?

Here, by the sea

favorite vacation spot?

too many: Lanzarote, for instance.

name the things you cannot live without.

my family, my photographs, bread, light, talking...

what would you like to have in your hands right now?

flowers.... and time

what is your favorite tea flavor?

none

what would you like to get rid of?

Furniture, broken toys and varied clutter

if you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?

A quiet sunny beach... anywhere in the world

jlg tagged me

These are the rules:

1. respond and rework: answer the questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more question of your own.
2. tag eight other un-tagged people.

and I tag:

anairam, karina, ciara, louise, hila, esther, kimberley, famapa