Kthulu, the Slythering Empress


a look through the teary glass




Who’s to have the last laugh?

who is to have the last laugh?

It’s been a long digital silence though I never stop working. Sometimes I wonder if I’m anything, if I could be anything beyond building stuff but, then again, would that still be me?




Many years ago, in 2004, I took a screenshot of a music videoclip. I didn’t know what it would be. I couldn’t say exactly what I saw there but I saved it into the illustration todo folder. A year after that, I started to work on it but I still couldn’t figure out what it was going to be. I couldn’t picture it in my mind. Nine years later I went over the file and it quickly unfolded… then I got bored of the project and archived it yet again. After a small push on 2015, I’ve just finished it.
For me this illustration somehow sums up my progress and improvement along the last 13 years. From the “I think I almost know what the fuck I want to do with this oh shit that’s too complex I can’t manage so many layers oh fuck it” To. “Bloody hell my back hurts, my arm is numb and the damn old PC can barely hold a single object more without constantly crashing”

Here is a gif of some stages of the process. As the lines are so dim I would recommend to watch it full screen (by clicking on it). If you prefer, here is a 40MB version that looks way clearer.


recycling flow

TV recycling loopClose to finish another project with a bit of almost actual animation in it.


O marco

Aaaaand… here it is. I’m exhausted.

Animation is still a bit stiffy and I most certainly need a second pair of hands but, all in all, I like it.

As an aside note. The group, on purpose or by accident, somehow explained one of the reasons why people are so inclined to condone politicians’ corruption and theft. It’s inherent to their tradition. It’s in their cultural baggage.


job cycles

It’s been a while since the last time I animated anything. Last relatively big animation project wasn’t even released and I won’t complain. I hated it. Let’s see if this one goes better.

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migrant’s baggage



second fiddle

I’m somehow stubborn and that stubbornness usually ends up making me repeat tasks and games until I’m sort of satisfied with the result and so this year I went back to Vigo and tried again to win this photographic marathon contest. In the end it came closer than I expected as they decided to promote me from accessory desert to  second dish.
Long time ago, arguing at a psychology class about the doubts and regrets I was sure everybody should be having concerning the medical career, I said I was my hands and my imagination and none of those seemed to have anything to do with what I had learned and saw at the faculty. This time I tried to mix them both.

—– The series —–

Hueco (gap,empty,hollow)

Resplandor (shining)

Construyendo (building)

Clandestino (clandestine,secret,illegal,underground)maratonVigo2016_clandestino

—- The discarded leftovers —-

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