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We love signed posters! - Nautica South Beach 2012
What is better than participating in a cause that encourages people to do something beneficial for themselves while helping others?
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n colored lines we shall swim.
2011 / 2012 posters with some team members.
You’re always sleeping on my toaster
Isn’t that what the song says???
That is what happens when you are editing and you mouse-over a clip a bit too fast.
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| Editing what??? |
This must be the place.
(Playing softly over our heads).
Take it without flash.
Nooo! This light reflecting from below makes me look like a monster!
Who cares? Nobody’s watching, but they’ll definitely notice the tourists if a flash lights up.
But…
You look fine. 
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone because life is so mobile nowadays.
Doggy style
I know!
This entry’s title is SUCH a cliché I can barely forgive myself, but it made you look, did it not? (you pervs).
But what is this about? tell us, tell us!
This sculpture, which was picked up in my studio today, will be part of the SmARTy Dogs for Smart Schools public art campaign, produced by Prince Media Developments. All the sculptures that are part of this public art festival will be auctioned off on March 28, 2012 at Pinecrest Gardens and 100% of the proceeds will go to the Smart Schools campaign to support technology at the Village’s public schools.
More info here.
Bad doggy, bad! Good doggy.
Art Basel & the obsession with self-portraiture
Once again, Art Basel Miami Beach (and all the satellite fairs) came and went.
Oh, how good you were to me, leaving this body so tired, this mind overwhelmed and these eyes wider than ever.
From the vault
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| There I am, dancing like nbdswtchng with Matt. Good times :) |
Illustration Salad (for no particular reason other than to show them up)
Jumping out of my plié
it wasn’t easy getting out of bed,
I stretched, chasséd, while getting dressed,
not feeling anxious for a single breath.
All of a sudden room serviced knocked,
“I did not order this soggy bread!”,
“I’m sorry madame, won’t happen again”,
I slammed the door in his puzzled face.
I lost my mojo, now tell me what?
“Get back in bed!” the voices cried,
I wrapped myself in terrycloth,
and jetéd right back to my fluffy stage.
“My take on the evolution of species” - A (mock) National Geographic interview.
In true Darwinian style, I started studying plants that yet not exist but will soon be around. If he studied the evolution of our past I have the right to study the future… right?
Here’s an excerpt of what my interview with National Geographic would be like:
NG: So… you say you have studied the future of species? is that right?
Me: Of course, look!
NG: Yeah… Those look like doodles to me… are you serious?
Me: What do you mean? Of course I am. I spent hours playing with my watercolors, and I hate wasting my time (I smiled and sort of closed my eyes as I tilted my head up towards my right, like my answer was the smartest thing this man had ever heard).
NG: What scientific proof do you have that plants will evolve towards that level of personalization?
Me: Well… they need to do something about their boring ways or they will completely be replaced by holograms. I already threw mine away.
NG: That doesn’t mean they will start behaving like spoiled pets.
Me: Yes, they can be very spoiled… and they will!
NG: How long have you been working on these botanical experiments in your lab?
Me: Lab?.. Nooo, that’s the bar.
NG: So you have not been working on any botanical experiments?
Me: But I’m planing to (once again I smiled).
NG: Ok, thank you for your time, I am leaving now.
Me: Will I be featured in the cover?
(Door slamming).
A little birdie told me…
We are all no one till someone thinks that we’re someone…
Until there we are no one.
Do you wear what you believe in, or do you believe in what you wear?
¡Covadonga, estás pingada!
- ¡Covadonga!
- … (splash, splash)…
- ¡Cova!
- … (squish, squish)…
- ¡Covadongadonga, estas pingada!
- … (still no reaction from Covadonga)…
- A ver, a ver… a la casa Covadonga, que estas pingada ¡Covadonga! ¡A la casa!
- (Covadonga, dripping in chlorine-infused water, slowly walks back, dragging her feet in obvious disagreement with the instructions given).
Not Covadonga, this is Hanneli. http://www.hanneli.com/ …. This is Covadonga (up here).
pingar v. intr.
1 Colgar o estar suspendida una cosa: a ver si te arreglas el bajo de la falda porque te pinga por delante. Pender.
2 Gotear una cosa o una persona que está empapada en algún líquido: llovía mucho y llegué a casa pingando.
3 Brincar, saltar.
Lyrics to a conversation
- I saw you
- What?
- What do you mean what?
- Where?
- To my right, at 3 o’clock!
- That early??
- NO! not the time…
- Is it time to go? Already?
- …
- Huh..?
- You never answer
- I am, right now… shoot!
- Bang!
- NO! not the gun…
- Who are they?
- The bullets?
- fghvnjk uiytreyduiogiuyubt
(repeat chorus)
Always with naked feet… gotta do something about it.
Turning the nonsensical into a somethi-cal
Sugary shades of Summer
Still in the works here…
Color palette inspired by Dressed Up Alligators
