Getting abstract, talking nonsense

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Calligraphy, type and color

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Calligraphy, type and color 3

 

I was trained as a graphic designer right during The Transition. I had to make countless exercises by hand, with traditional instruments, with ancient techniques, with state-of-the-art technology available at that time, which was not yet digital.

My frustration at not achieving perfection was equally state-of-the-art.

I had to design posters using transferable type. There was no transferable type available in the color or the size I wanted, so the final result never looked like the design I had in my mind. And somehow my (now gone) hoarder ways allowed those transfer sheets to survive almost intact for over twenty years. I decided I should use them for what I wanted to do now, now they would be a graphic element like any other. Far from trying to achieve a similar effect with a computer (which I try to use as little as possible) I transferred all the letters I could with all the anger of my accumulated frustration at not achieving a decently aligned text line in 1995.

And now I had inks and watercolors, and enamel plates, and a scanner. And eh, yes, a computer. But it does not dictate what I want to do. It only helps me to make images like the ones I have in my mind.

I like being able to mix it all up and make something more expressive and above all, pretty much like what I had in my mind. Something spontaneous and very colorful. I always wear black clothes, but I like color. I LOVE color. The more saturated and contrasting, the better. I think of all the colors that come in flowers, fruits, fish and birds. Color is a powerful force. Keep that in mind.

 

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Series: London Dreams

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The first time I had the privilege of traveling abroad was to the land of my dreams: London. I come from a developing country and the chances to do that are rather scarce for most people, so I consider myself very lucky. Then was when I did realize life is about experiences and not collecting things. Even if it’s only a short trip to a place you haven’t been that is only a couple of hours away, it’s something worth it.

I love to pay attention to the differences, the good and the bad, and the travel experience makes you value the place you are from. Not everything in my city is as horrible as I thought when it was all I know. In fact, Mexico City is a pretty rad place. It’s huge, but that also means it has plenty of cool places to satisfy every interest.

But back to London, it is majestic. So many of the things I grew up loving have a bit of British character. Most of the bands I love are from there. When I was a child, the stories of kings and queens, princes and knights, castles and woods were my favorite. And the language! I tried to study English very hard, with the hope I’d travel to the UK someday.

I took almost two thousand pictures. Everything was new and extraordinary. I developed a keen interest on the vintage stuff, now that it’s so in fashion. Monuments, buildings, street signs, old artifacts in the HMS Belfast, the indescribable feeling of gazing at the beauty of the Kew Gardens, every single thing on the Tube… nothing was uninteresting.

These digital manipulations made in 2012 aimed to recreate the dream-like experience of being in such a place, and remember.

 

Buy these prints on Etsy: Royal Albert Hall, Cromwell Road, Piccadilly Cupid, Albert Memorial, Memories of War (HMS Belfast Instrument), St Anne’s Court Sign