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Photoshop + Wacom Intuos 5

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Writing, drawing and painting are great tools of meditation for me, besides being the best channels to express myself, they help me fighting my frustrations and inner demons. Sometimes I like to do dark, gritty fanstasy or sci-fi, some others I just do something totally different, lighthearted – like the illustration above.

This has been a very rough year for me so far. Perhaps the best positive was creating the book cover for the Black Wind’s Whispers, it was good fun. Anyway, I got myself a Wacom Intuos 5 (which is fantastic) and I decided to get in touch with my inner child. The little person in me that is still running on hills of clouds chasing dragons. For him the dreams are not yet shattered, he can listen to the tales of the mountains, he can sing the songs of the sea in a stormy night, he can dance with fiery valkyries to the tunes of the old gods. He can make me remember the whys and hows and show me the right path. I should listen to him more often. When I grow up I want to be like him.



My Corner

Posted: April 29, 2012 in My Corner, wall of text
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Working areas can be interesting places, they can tell you so much about a person. I’ve a small house and with no room to spare (yet) I’ve claimed a corner in my living room, my corner.

My corner is warded by a fierce looking Spawn wielding a 2-handed runic sword. He keeps an eternal vigil, stoically standing over his tall tower of books. He knows the importance of his task, for such books contain the core of my inspiration.

To my wife’s dismay the wall of books that surrounds my corner keeps growing. I have around 150 books next to/on/in/underneath my desk and many more on shelves around the house. I like the smell of them, the texture of the paper and the weight. Don’t get me started about e-books…

I don’t know for sure when this fascination for books began. But I remember fondly when I was just a child and I used to go to visit my grandad over the weekends. He had a massive library at his study, tall shelves with books of all sorts. He would let me go loose and explore this magical room to my heart content and some times he would read countless stories to me, his eyes shining.

Now over 30 years later I’ve my own collection of books of all sorts. I don’t have a big study I’ve just a corner, but it is my corner. And when I see the books towering over my desk I feel like that little kid once more, my eyes shining.