I love spooning pinch cream scoons at the parlor.
What what what is going on to keep me away from my cyber home, my cyber casa? That I have been on holidays (yay) and then busy working on Happy Thing activities. Rewarding job, not in money but in good laughs. Got a petition from the National Museum of Romanticism to do 3 workshops to teach kids how to do Pop up books. It couldn´t be no other Museum than Romanticism one for me.
Also, happy Belen de Pedro and me started making giant books in collaboration with kids. On our first, no less than 48 children designed their character for the story: “No way to concentrate”.
Here the poster and the cover for the book that artist Belén and I did together. That is what´s keeping me busy. And some copywriting for impatient clients! Give me time, I´m being good!
Got me the latest novel from Almudena Grandes. The story is been told a million times, a boy´s life in post Spanish war times. But she can really write, and that is what matters. Although I got the book because of the title: El lector de Julio Verne (The Reader of Jules Verne). Just his name takes me back to childhood evenings at a children public library, daily refugee after school for someone who never enjoyed home. Pilar, the librarian, ended up being considered as a friend in my planet, for allowing me to sit close to her behind the desk, a barricade to stay reading my favourite things, and do the book-stamping for other children. I felt important and safe. Unfortunately, it´s been ages that I lost my legendary ability to concentrate on reading, but the feeling of being safe and happy inside libraries has forever remained.
From this childhood experience, to government plans to dismiss librarians and to force people to volunteer in menaced libraries, there is an infinite distance. The terrible distance that gets bigger everyday between rights to education and budgets to fulfill them.
From here to here, there is something in fake flowers that attracts me like glitter to magpies. That´s why I got me this bunch of pink kitsch roses. Roses. Rosa Rosae. My absolute favourite flower, since I learned The Nightingale and the Petit Prince had both lived for them, not for that huge silly white mulberry we had in school to feed even sillier silk worms, that never lived more than a week. Who was I to choose a less romantic flower than some of my heroes had?
Yet, for decoration, I just like combining the roses symbolism with the silk and plastic cheerful superficiality. For the smell, I sometimes get me no matter what cosmetic product, as long as I really love its packaging, and is rose scented. For symbolism, I dry every rose I am ever offered, and I won´t say that I would even go as far as to bury them in special places, not to look what I really am…. Hey, just a fan of Oscar Wilde. For further confessions, please send donations.
Got this sketchbook. What initially looked like a super cool silicon sketchbook from Mark´s Tokyo Edge for my collection, turned to be a personal commission which will poison my free time making me work EVEN harder. mmm. Suspicious of a death squad? Nope. It came from the least toxic man I know: Mr 53.
Must fill it up by doing a drawing or more a day, using only these poisoned with inspiration felt-tip pens, part of the gift. The pens mandatory is interesting, because I am not specially skilled using them, so here there is a chance to experiment colouring. I have decided to keep on drawing the objects we keep in Casa53, to be consistent with this blog project. Only when I finish and deliver this sketchbook back, with an extra dose of art, will I get the antidote to exhaustion. Please please, make it sweet.