This my first shot at the opening scene from Blackbirds, which I’d love to give a try at illustrating even though I’m caught into other projects. This book has marked me as one of the few in which I can perfectly identify with the character and understand its full depth. It’s very vividly and colorful written, visceral, often caustic. The emotional rawness it vibrates with resonates with me, which makes it easier for me to picture the scenes. I could go on and on about it, long story short: here is my sketchy attempt. To explain how I envisioned it, I see Miriam’s visage reflecting both in the motel’s cracked window (with the city lights) and the bathroom dirty mirror, also cracked as to portray her fragmented self. The multiplication of eyes dispersed through the cracks combined with her lightly touching the mirror should give a hint at her ability to foresee things. I’d love your feedback on this. Meanwhile, I need to teach myself how to write better scripts for comics.

This my first shot at the opening scene from Blackbirds, which I’d love to give a try at illustrating even though I’m caught into other projects.

This book has marked me as one of the few in which I can perfectly identify with the character and understand its full depth. It’s very vividly and colorful written, visceral, often caustic. The emotional rawness it vibrates with resonates with me, which makes it easier for me to picture the scenes.

I could go on and on about it, long story short: here is my sketchy attempt. To explain how I envisioned it, I see Miriam’s visage reflecting both in the motel’s cracked window (with the city lights) and the bathroom dirty mirror, also cracked as to portray her fragmented self. The multiplication of eyes dispersed through the cracks combined with her lightly touching the mirror should give a hint at her ability to foresee things.
I’d love your feedback on this. Meanwhile, I need to teach myself how to write better scripts for comics.

White Tower of Brasov Fortress (XV century), landmark of Transylvania. The fortress was surrounded by a rich network of ditches filled with water… 

The downside to being a synaesthete is that you may seem like a weirdo, and most shouldn’t know of this condition.

The upside, is that words, and more specifically books, are a turn on for me. And quite literally, psychosomatic.

gailsimone:

wickedclothes:

There’s already a Change.org petition against the passing of Amendment One, which banned same-sex marriage, civil unions, and domestic partnerships in North Carolina. These things actually tend to be pretty damn effective.

Let’s see what the power of Tumblr can do! I know there’s at least a million Tumblr users who are against this sort of harmful discrimination and bigotry.

Sign the petition and reblog to spread the word, please!

You know what to do. Please raise your voice in ANY WAY POSSIBLE.

Not sure how much my signing this could help, it’s a first step and you should too. One of the things I like about America is that you stand to fight for your equal rights. And if it makes you feel any better, in places like mine - the people have been so neutral for so long in this direction. It deeply movesme and inspires me at least other countries do. 

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Because it feels so strange to put your wife’s underwear to dry, some wet things, black, red, white, being surprised what little surfaces they cover. Because in movies they never take a shower before making love,but just in movies. Because they never agree with you regarding the beauty of another woman or another man. Because they take life seriously, because they really seem to believe in reality. Because they are really interested in who with whom hangs around in the VIPs world. Because they remember the names of actors and actresses, even if they appear only once in scene. Because they don’t think of how to screw the hot guy they see in the underground. Because they drink stupid things, like Martini Orange, Tonic Gin or Vanilla Coke. Because they only pinch your butt in ads. Because they are blonde, brown-haired, red-haired, sweet, warm, cute, because they come every single time. Because if they don’t have an orgasm, they don’t say they had. Because the best moment of the day is the coffee in the morning, when for an hour you both nibble cookies and plan the day.

Because they are women, and not men and not anything else. Because we come out of them and we return into them, because our mind, like a big, heavy planet, forever and ever, turns only around them.

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Because I’m a poet at heart, for World Poetry Day, I read three poems for you.

“What do women want?”  by Kim Addonizio

“Your hands,”  

and “Your feet”, by Pablo Neruda

And we should never lose the magic

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