New work posted on my com site, a poster for my friend Bruno Guignol Gourier company's Showmen of Wonders:
is horn!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Exercise Spandex Camel
New work posted on my com site, a poster for my friend Bruno Guignol Gourier company's Showmen of Wonders:
is horn!
Request Letter For A Donation Of A Church Van
Some improvisation
Here, it is also a blog about it, dumping anything of the kind that come to mind. So
through work on the theme of relaxation of the inking released, I put myself in front of a sheet of smooth paper with a pencil, India ink, brush, and brush my Pentel Felt and I drew what goes through my head, letting slip the brush, without concern for construction or accuracy of the drawing, just draw as if we wrote notes. It gives the illusion of a drawing made in the end, but it's true.
So full of problems of perspective, readability, and all we want, but it was not the point.
I'm not saying that to prevent you from criticism, I take everything I'm given.
Français version is DrawingBoard
Here, it is also a blog about it, dumping anything of the kind that come to mind. So
through work on the theme of relaxation of the inking released, I put myself in front of a sheet of smooth paper with a pencil, India ink, brush, and brush my Pentel Felt and I drew what goes through my head, letting slip the brush, without concern for construction or accuracy of the drawing, just draw as if we wrote notes. It gives the illusion of a drawing made in the end, but it's true.
So full of problems of perspective, readability, and all we want, but it was not the point.
I'm not saying that to prevent you from criticism, I take everything I'm given.
Français version is DrawingBoard
Thursday, July 16, 2009
What Happened Tofakku
employment of commissioners taurolandia
be in Barcelona ... he was writing.
the JT's day? Yes, certainly.
but beyond delirium, statements to the punch of salvador boix , the sudden craze for Catalanity politically correct if incorrectly, there is the daily.
an observer, and end with a certain decline, has returned to the city condal and what he writes ...
Commissioners looking for a job
I spent several days in Barcelona after a few months away. I find the city covered by a thin film of red mud. The last time it rained a few weeks ago, brought the African desert dust subtle set among the clouds. Nobody even those not cleaned whose cars are coated with mud and covered it with graffiti like "what pig." Ghostly appearance of a neglected city.
The heat is already summer and the trees shed their leaves. There is a carpet of dead leaves, as if it was a fall. The second echo Africa: the noise, chaos circulatory cohorts at the mall, the jumble of barely dressed tourists, immigrants selling cans of beer on the Ramblas, the trileros , petty thieves, the Romanian Gypsies responsible for children stunned amazement. there as a reminder of the sixties Naples, a city that, according Graham Greene, was the first city of the East.
Unfortunately, nothing exists in Barcelona which does not maintain, even cracked, the past August the Kingdom of Naples, its palaces, churches, museums, bourgeois society, one of the most literate of Italy, its people affable fellow and smarter than hunger. It is a city clerical and inglorious.
Friends are sorry for the Catalan nationalist government hacks. Since the days of Franco, they have fun commenting on the folly of ministers most crackpots. The latest blunder, that of responsible tourism, a Huguet, was to propose a law that prohibits tourist shops selling flamenco dolls or bullfighters because "that they are not a Catalan tradition." He also wants to prohibit the sale of Mexican hats, which have a predilection for the English and Americans. I hope it was a temporary project. This is not the case for prohibition of bullfights. Policies hide behind animal rights groups to remove what they see as "signs of English identity.
It is surprising that these critics do not realize what they show in every ban faces not only their oppressors, but the meager intelligence they received by inheritance.
Prohibition of part of Handke at the Odeon in Paris, a whim of the director of the Comédie-French, Marcel Bozonnet, may seem more serious, but it's as miserable as that of his imitator Catalan. Freedom of expression is not unidirectional and sympathy towards unwelcome Handke Milosevic is no worse than for Castro García Márquez. As stated
Kusturica, Jelinek, Modiano, and the signatories of the letter of protest against the censor, the playwrights will now ask permission to Bozonnet whenever they want to go a funeral. Imagine
Bozonnet, if steeped in pride officer in the Reich comedy film, obliterating permits petitions and deciding which deaths are correct and which ones are bad.
[Posted on 05/09/2006 by Felix de Azua on his blog ]
who do we want to believe that JT can save the fiesta in Catalonia when we see how degree of imbecility was arrived? Azua and performs a true parallel with the zeitgeist.
to right, especially, but also left , long time ago that said no more "good night" but the censors "welcome, how are you?". the business multiply and propaganda organs too. and we bullfighting aficionados alike, we offusquons approximations of a scribbler party press and provincial money.
well, but why our beloved observatory does not join the protests of professionals concerned by the recent appointment of the new program director of France-Inter?
for fear of being recovered or being accused of opportunism, misplaced, inappropriate mixing of genres?
it is say to practice what our opponents seek to stealthily deploy overnight?
it is better to howl with Sine, anti-bullfighting primary in nature but suspicion about collusion with the business of reducing the freedom of expression that now prance at the head of all powers, than trying to sing val with the melody arrangements with words of non-interference.
address lackey is neither very bright nor very brave. I expect a boom
nominem ad came from our ranks recently even qualified for a speedy defense, so the attack, our archers media.
or so issues are those that they would not make us believe ?
finally
we are just poor thinkers of a more troubled Iberia in these foundations that only assaults by los toros.
our eye level is expected to move beyond the tambourine, this caspa, we are often rightly criticized. I, personally, the text of Azua I receive a call for help in the twilight of our festive delights and excessive sound the horn that announces tomorrow, here, there and everywhere that even sing "La Chica Yeye ".
ps: maybe that the observatory was sent to val. if fact, that act and I apologize in advance for the trial of childish malice. but, sorry, not much has been heard the horn ...
bis ps: thank you to the blog "malaka" for the link with the article by Felix de Azua.
b ps: for merced a mano a mano tomas / Morante emerges. well. but except for the finances of some (pa'riba) and others (pa'bajo), what are the (dis) interest of the thing if all is already a foregone conclusion ... ? 
be in Barcelona ... he was writing.
the JT's day? Yes, certainly.
but beyond delirium, statements to the punch of salvador boix , the sudden craze for Catalanity politically correct if incorrectly, there is the daily.
an observer, and end with a certain decline, has returned to the city condal and what he writes ...
Commissioners looking for a job
I spent several days in Barcelona after a few months away. I find the city covered by a thin film of red mud. The last time it rained a few weeks ago, brought the African desert dust subtle set among the clouds. Nobody even those not cleaned whose cars are coated with mud and covered it with graffiti like "what pig." Ghostly appearance of a neglected city.
The heat is already summer and the trees shed their leaves. There is a carpet of dead leaves, as if it was a fall. The second echo Africa: the noise, chaos circulatory cohorts at the mall, the jumble of barely dressed tourists, immigrants selling cans of beer on the Ramblas, the trileros , petty thieves, the Romanian Gypsies responsible for children stunned amazement. there as a reminder of the sixties Naples, a city that, according Graham Greene, was the first city of the East.
Unfortunately, nothing exists in Barcelona which does not maintain, even cracked, the past August the Kingdom of Naples, its palaces, churches, museums, bourgeois society, one of the most literate of Italy, its people affable fellow and smarter than hunger. It is a city clerical and inglorious.
Friends are sorry for the Catalan nationalist government hacks. Since the days of Franco, they have fun commenting on the folly of ministers most crackpots. The latest blunder, that of responsible tourism, a Huguet, was to propose a law that prohibits tourist shops selling flamenco dolls or bullfighters because "that they are not a Catalan tradition." He also wants to prohibit the sale of Mexican hats, which have a predilection for the English and Americans. I hope it was a temporary project. This is not the case for prohibition of bullfights. Policies hide behind animal rights groups to remove what they see as "signs of English identity.
It is surprising that these critics do not realize what they show in every ban faces not only their oppressors, but the meager intelligence they received by inheritance.
Prohibition of part of Handke at the Odeon in Paris, a whim of the director of the Comédie-French, Marcel Bozonnet, may seem more serious, but it's as miserable as that of his imitator Catalan. Freedom of expression is not unidirectional and sympathy towards unwelcome Handke Milosevic is no worse than for Castro García Márquez. As stated
Kusturica, Jelinek, Modiano, and the signatories of the letter of protest against the censor, the playwrights will now ask permission to Bozonnet whenever they want to go a funeral. Imagine
Bozonnet, if steeped in pride officer in the Reich comedy film, obliterating permits petitions and deciding which deaths are correct and which ones are bad.
[Posted on 05/09/2006 by Felix de Azua on his blog ]
who do we want to believe that JT can save the fiesta in Catalonia when we see how degree of imbecility was arrived? Azua and performs a true parallel with the zeitgeist.
to right, especially, but also left , long time ago that said no more "good night" but the censors "welcome, how are you?". the business multiply and propaganda organs too. and we bullfighting aficionados alike, we offusquons approximations of a scribbler party press and provincial money.
well, but why our beloved observatory does not join the protests of professionals concerned by the recent appointment of the new program director of France-Inter?
for fear of being recovered or being accused of opportunism, misplaced, inappropriate mixing of genres?
it is say to practice what our opponents seek to stealthily deploy overnight?
it is better to howl with Sine, anti-bullfighting primary in nature but suspicion about collusion with the business of reducing the freedom of expression that now prance at the head of all powers, than trying to sing val with the melody arrangements with words of non-interference.
address lackey is neither very bright nor very brave. I expect a boom
nominem ad came from our ranks recently even qualified for a speedy defense, so the attack, our archers media.
or so issues are those that they would not make us believe ?
finally
we are just poor thinkers of a more troubled Iberia in these foundations that only assaults by los toros.
our eye level is expected to move beyond the tambourine, this caspa, we are often rightly criticized. I, personally, the text of Azua I receive a call for help in the twilight of our festive delights and excessive sound the horn that announces tomorrow, here, there and everywhere that even sing "La Chica Yeye ".
ps: maybe that the observatory was sent to val. if fact, that act and I apologize in advance for the trial of childish malice. but, sorry, not much has been heard the horn ...
bis ps: thank you to the blog "malaka" for the link with the article by Felix de Azua.
b ps: for merced a mano a mano tomas / Morante emerges. well. but except for the finances of some (pa'riba) and others (pa'bajo), what are the (dis) interest of the thing if all is already a foregone conclusion ... ?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Repairing White Gloss Scratch
Laborde (éructoréador fuera de cacho)
go, guys, we open the pamphlet laborde christian.
umpteenth Antitaurina chore?
oh no, oh no, oooooo nooooon.
laborde is our culture, it is a emmancheur of haggling, a cutlass ace of the language. it pêlemêlise figures for the neologism with a lint-breath or brawn, we choose as we want, it's dirty pelemele néologise the logos that would both stay.
his prose copied / pasted (not fun at the taquigrafier laborde, you still have not pichneter admin in granny plantin National Front - I say this as a dangerous leftist CL gives the address of the founding of the hinny end of his stammering. that certainly donate gifts to the blind girl) there she is, for example:
"Bullfighting is the worst South that is, the guys and chicks prancing and yelling, reveling in the martyrdom of a splendid beast, calling his death, filthy mass braider traps, teeming with prejudice, saturated frustrations pack living only to see bigger the pack, working to strengthen it, seeing all loneliness provocation, a security breach of its fat.
Bullfighting is the worst that is South, a South crammed Reality TV is going to drain the sink, looking at the pic in the bloody flesh of an animal trapped, humiliated, South heads bacon ricardisées heads and cons of which are identified at first glance, those, glowing, notaries without culture, without cause lawyers, and veterinarians whose animals are wary.
Bullfighting is the worst that is South, South obsessed with its own roots, unaware of foliage and birds, the South has cobwebs under the arms, wearing a beret pulled down over his eyes , like so many waving red cards his proverbs, sayings, wisdom made his alleged resignation, to attention, and submission to the established order.
Défenestrons dézinguons the South and the bullfight! "
ah is not Francis Wolf, tampoco of marcel ruffo, or even Francis Marmande.
want, francis, for that matter, how will you turn your next ode to universal uzestois in knowing that we laborde psalmolit:
"I know another South is a breast, a source, a dream . This is my South mine, aristocratic and popular, primitive and wise, open, alive, vital.
My South to me is Joe Bousquet writing The tea Sarments in Carcassonne, Claude Nougaro singing "Locomotive gold "Theatre du Capitole, Bernard Lubat playing drums for nutria in Uzeste ..."
eh, eh?
and my dear olive tree, how will he still be able to seize the centripetal prose of the late singer of the hardpan of the transaction universalis during his next show as in "bull basta" to the author, continuing his litany autosudiste, graphoflingue (the labordien is tiring, I know if I'll keep the compass):
"André Breton walking the streets of St. Cirq Lapopie percussion Dimitri Szarzewski, in the rain a novel by Bernard Manciet ... "
because laborde assumes. everything. and especially the power of him who has the essence of azimuths. compass is correct. its south is a registered trademark. . and los toros, no, it's not copyrighted. beyond its meaning, its poetic, its pantheon.
what? you say? manciet and "per yiyo el" in homage to the bullfighter was born in Bordeaux and died in the Horn "burlero" colmenar to in 1985? but finally sir! Laborde then, in fact, can not read, never went to a bookstore, do not have a library. Finally, if, but after personal bonfire. laborde includes only the redaction. He dreams of our nights crystallize. that's all.
it all?
what? Vou insist? who? Lubat friendly serge pey and "Afilador" ... you mean, THE pey? that of "infinite Copla for bull-men's Sunday" ? yes fontenay MAME (the sister of one who has a hat instead of the brain. or vice versa, I'm lost). yes, yes. HIM itself. el pey.
bin gosh.
and then later, we see the bull torturequemada humiliated under her superb in a movement comparable to the chin up to Eric Cantona. yes, yes, yes ... you read correctly, cantona! the soccer players shooteux chimérico-digital trimballe beautiful pictures of bullfights no basta exhibitions in its cartons that are safely on the walls of the city hated by the anti-bullfighting didi.
the didi ?
yeah, didi, wire wang in "Blue Lotus". one who found the way and wants to shorten the bulb at any quidam it has not met her, using a saber Asian curvature ideal for cutting short the complexity of the world.
but we prefer the mountains didi Kalach.
is beautiful. listen to it in bursts:
"Défenestrons southern death and dézinguons bullfighting! We open fire, empty our Kalashnikovs, our guns stashed in our attic on the scum who goes to confession arenas!" is
... more radical and effective. bang! the aficionado drinker sap where the bubble cosmogonies manciet and pey! bang! in the cross, a thousand, for sure. without puntilla. dumdumisé by the fatwa of cricket.
but didi, the Chen-Yee, pure, true, acted under the domination of the "poison that drives you mad." laborde absorbed would he turn a substitute radjaïdjah famous?
nay.
christian, he looks for peaks in the veins, he did not "head (s), lard ricardisée (s)", he, the great troubadour of appointments will be more than with only two small calves and a derailleur, I have named: the turn de France.
ah! healthy men. so different from those bulls which is injected a lot of illegal drugs to transform into a beast to tame and silly spectacle. and then the caravan is well known for the large loop is ecologically QEH n'emmerde not bears and vultures, crosses the tip of its tires silence cervical marie-blanque and has never, O never , stew with aniseed beverage vendors that make sourdars those who dare to ride their fat bases arenas.
but he sees only the mass of rednecks who congregate along the roads of France to pick up three hats and conforama eat all bars as hostesses twixx rictusées throw with disdain from the top of their tanks advertising? no, it ignores them.
because laborde burp. first. forever.
belching and decrease its field of vision. loghorrée takes its space and relegates people and animals behind his ego and his false rebellion.
cons and cons his fellow animals.
us fans, we say these magnificent words: "LOS TOROS SON DEL PUEBLO". I do not even do him the kindness to translate it, what's terrorist octoplasmie, the subtlety of language because he hates the people. that of men and bulls.
point.
nb: I ignored the endless comparisons between a plaza (as he writes this guignolo pizza) and the death camps or reminders hystéoriques (I'll do the lala way! ) to the henchmen of French bullfighters. like, pale face, look at this friend pelayo:
http://lafetesauvage.blogspot.com/2009/02/laficion-au-bout-de-lexil.html
nb 2 : antis are remarkable is that they are genuine revisionists, like all fascist forgers in power. one wants to recover goya (I can not remember lequel.ah if Hardoin-Fugier is therefore one and not one) that mentioned here rounded up Leiris. hence my tribute to the man deletions by the portrait that Bacon, another patient who dared to paint the bloody bullfights, made.
nb 3: many other curses masculent About the author throughout the book. attentivemet I read the first 15 to 20 pages and flew the rest. to match, all in keeping. nice work ... the cutting of trees that were sheltering many birds, squirrels or other critters that due to the altruism of Christian Laborde and his publisher had démanager or agony. 
go, guys, we open the pamphlet laborde christian.
umpteenth Antitaurina chore?
oh no, oh no, oooooo nooooon.
laborde is our culture, it is a emmancheur of haggling, a cutlass ace of the language. it pêlemêlise figures for the neologism with a lint-breath or brawn, we choose as we want, it's dirty pelemele néologise the logos that would both stay.
his prose copied / pasted (not fun at the taquigrafier laborde, you still have not pichneter admin in granny plantin National Front - I say this as a dangerous leftist CL gives the address of the founding of the hinny end of his stammering. that certainly donate gifts to the blind girl) there she is, for example:
"Bullfighting is the worst South that is, the guys and chicks prancing and yelling, reveling in the martyrdom of a splendid beast, calling his death, filthy mass braider traps, teeming with prejudice, saturated frustrations pack living only to see bigger the pack, working to strengthen it, seeing all loneliness provocation, a security breach of its fat.
Bullfighting is the worst that is South, a South crammed Reality TV is going to drain the sink, looking at the pic in the bloody flesh of an animal trapped, humiliated, South heads bacon ricardisées heads and cons of which are identified at first glance, those, glowing, notaries without culture, without cause lawyers, and veterinarians whose animals are wary.
Bullfighting is the worst that is South, South obsessed with its own roots, unaware of foliage and birds, the South has cobwebs under the arms, wearing a beret pulled down over his eyes , like so many waving red cards his proverbs, sayings, wisdom made his alleged resignation, to attention, and submission to the established order.
Défenestrons dézinguons the South and the bullfight! "
ah is not Francis Wolf, tampoco of marcel ruffo, or even Francis Marmande.
want, francis, for that matter, how will you turn your next ode to universal uzestois in knowing that we laborde psalmolit:
"I know another South is a breast, a source, a dream . This is my South mine, aristocratic and popular, primitive and wise, open, alive, vital.
My South to me is Joe Bousquet writing The tea Sarments in Carcassonne, Claude Nougaro singing "Locomotive gold "Theatre du Capitole, Bernard Lubat playing drums for nutria in Uzeste ..."
eh, eh?
and my dear olive tree, how will he still be able to seize the centripetal prose of the late singer of the hardpan of the transaction universalis during his next show as in "bull basta" to the author, continuing his litany autosudiste, graphoflingue (the labordien is tiring, I know if I'll keep the compass):
"André Breton walking the streets of St. Cirq Lapopie percussion Dimitri Szarzewski, in the rain a novel by Bernard Manciet ... "
because laborde assumes. everything. and especially the power of him who has the essence of azimuths. compass is correct. its south is a registered trademark. . and los toros, no, it's not copyrighted. beyond its meaning, its poetic, its pantheon.
what? you say? manciet and "per yiyo el" in homage to the bullfighter was born in Bordeaux and died in the Horn "burlero" colmenar to in 1985? but finally sir! Laborde then, in fact, can not read, never went to a bookstore, do not have a library. Finally, if, but after personal bonfire. laborde includes only the redaction. He dreams of our nights crystallize. that's all.
it all?
what? Vou insist? who? Lubat friendly serge pey and "Afilador" ... you mean, THE pey? that of "infinite Copla for bull-men's Sunday" ? yes fontenay MAME (the sister of one who has a hat instead of the brain. or vice versa, I'm lost). yes, yes. HIM itself. el pey.
bin gosh.
and then later, we see the bull torturequemada humiliated under her superb in a movement comparable to the chin up to Eric Cantona. yes, yes, yes ... you read correctly, cantona! the soccer players shooteux chimérico-digital trimballe beautiful pictures of bullfights no basta exhibitions in its cartons that are safely on the walls of the city hated by the anti-bullfighting didi.
the didi ?
yeah, didi, wire wang in "Blue Lotus". one who found the way and wants to shorten the bulb at any quidam it has not met her, using a saber Asian curvature ideal for cutting short the complexity of the world.
but we prefer the mountains didi Kalach.
is beautiful. listen to it in bursts:
"Défenestrons southern death and dézinguons bullfighting! We open fire, empty our Kalashnikovs, our guns stashed in our attic on the scum who goes to confession arenas!" is
... more radical and effective. bang! the aficionado drinker sap where the bubble cosmogonies manciet and pey! bang! in the cross, a thousand, for sure. without puntilla. dumdumisé by the fatwa of cricket.
but didi, the Chen-Yee, pure, true, acted under the domination of the "poison that drives you mad." laborde absorbed would he turn a substitute radjaïdjah famous?
nay.
christian, he looks for peaks in the veins, he did not "head (s), lard ricardisée (s)", he, the great troubadour of appointments will be more than with only two small calves and a derailleur, I have named: the turn de France.
ah! healthy men. so different from those bulls which is injected a lot of illegal drugs to transform into a beast to tame and silly spectacle. and then the caravan is well known for the large loop is ecologically QEH n'emmerde not bears and vultures, crosses the tip of its tires silence cervical marie-blanque and has never, O never , stew with aniseed beverage vendors that make sourdars those who dare to ride their fat bases arenas.
but he sees only the mass of rednecks who congregate along the roads of France to pick up three hats and conforama eat all bars as hostesses twixx rictusées throw with disdain from the top of their tanks advertising? no, it ignores them.
because laborde burp. first. forever.
belching and decrease its field of vision. loghorrée takes its space and relegates people and animals behind his ego and his false rebellion.
cons and cons his fellow animals.
us fans, we say these magnificent words: "LOS TOROS SON DEL PUEBLO". I do not even do him the kindness to translate it, what's terrorist octoplasmie, the subtlety of language because he hates the people. that of men and bulls.
point.
nb: I ignored the endless comparisons between a plaza (as he writes this guignolo pizza) and the death camps or reminders hystéoriques (I'll do the lala way! ) to the henchmen of French bullfighters. like, pale face, look at this friend pelayo:
http://lafetesauvage.blogspot.com/2009/02/laficion-au-bout-de-lexil.html
nb 2 : antis are remarkable is that they are genuine revisionists, like all fascist forgers in power. one wants to recover goya (I can not remember lequel.ah if Hardoin-Fugier is therefore one and not one) that mentioned here rounded up Leiris. hence my tribute to the man deletions by the portrait that Bacon, another patient who dared to paint the bloody bullfights, made.
nb 3: many other curses masculent About the author throughout the book. attentivemet I read the first 15 to 20 pages and flew the rest. to match, all in keeping. nice work ... the cutting of trees that were sheltering many birds, squirrels or other critters that due to the altruism of Christian Laborde and his publisher had démanager or agony.
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