migrated

this blog has been migrated to www.looperstation.com/blog and further posts will be published there.

see you there!

-miguel

bike-child

Mari told me about this dream she had about the child we are expecting, and I could picture it very easily as a 2-panel comic. Here it is.

Dissed!

I have another one coming soon! In a few dayz! Hope you like this one.

You Make Time Fly

I actually dreamt this strip. The images, the number of panels, and the words. Not the shaven-headedness, that's just my own decision.

I actually dreamt this strip. I didn't dream the contents, I dreamt the strip itself. The panels, the images, the words. Granted, it was right before I woke up. So it was kinda like dream-thinking.

 

Nigel & The Concubines

Our cat Nigel (or "Nige" for short) is a rather big, voracious tomcat. Thus the fear of the concubines. Samurai and his dialogue was added by Mari after her discovery of my scenario on the refrigerator.

Image on left is by Taiwanese artist Ying-Chieh Liu ("who goes by the name ImageNation on Flickr"), graffitied version on right features my quick doodle.

Self-Portrait

I look like a Roman bust. This was done a few months ago.

Sexiest

Another drawing from 6 or 7 years ago!

TMBG reference

Circa 2000, 2001.

The Cloud of Forgetting

I thought the term was from Gabriel Garcia Marquez or something, but apparently it's older than that. Has to do with mystic Christians and our inability as humans to apprehend the whole of God (it would kill us). So, when we get too close, God, out of the kindness of his heart, puts up a "cloud of forgetting" so that we don't blow our tiny little minds.

I used the idea to express a more sinister idea; the cloud is something that happens in me when I choose to pay attention to my obsessions rather than my loved ones.

This was done about 6 or 7 years ago, when my girlfriend and I were still living in San Antonio. I believe she drew the "butt-heart" to represent herself, because she loves the scatological aspect of people, especially in herself. Heck, that's what she studies.

collaborative comic

this was something i did last summer with my little brother. i drew the images first and then sent them to my brother for the words. this was posted in a previous incarnation of this blog that i had to delete.

Julieta Venegas Rocks!

...even more, after I read this:

HARD ROCK WITH A SOFT CENTER
By Ernesto Lechner

Julieta Venegas has been called Mexico's PJ Harvey. But don't expect her to be seduced by such praise. "That's such a first world way of describing me," says the twenty-nine-year-old singer-songwriter. "Nobody in Mexico has ever compared me to her." Venegas exudes strength without sacrificing vulnerability, singing of empty houses and lost loves with youthful bravado. But instead of cranking up the amps, she turns to the more traditional accordion.

Growing up, Venegas listened to what she calls "Anglo music," and the resulting influence of British pop is ever present on Bueninvento ("Goodinvention"), Venegas's second album on BMG Latin--and the most refreshing Latin release of the year. Born in Tijuana to a conservative family ("my father wanted me to get married and have a lot of kids"), Venegas enjoyed life on the border to the fullest, avidly consuming music and films from both countries before moving to Mexico City and becoming an essential part of the growing rock- en-espanol scene. "I didn't go to the city with the hope of finding success there," she clarifies. "Things happened almost as if by accident. I know that the moment I get bored with this place, I'll move somewhere else."

Ernesto Lechner is a frequent interview contributor.

COPYRIGHT 2000 Brant Publications, Inc.
COPYRIGHT 2000 Gale Group

it occurred to me...

Freedom is stifling.

11/26/06

I seem to recall my mom always drawing faces with a ball-point pen on various scraps of paper, to-do lists, etc., as my siblings and I grew up...so I think my habit was directly acquired from her's...

poor Wally

The seascape is by an anonymous artist. Figure and text by me.

medicated rabbit

a dream of a few months ago

Cried on Mom's shoulder
First time in years
Didn't even know why
Just stressed
Slept on the couch

Hosea had these awesome
drawings he'd done
About 3' by 2'
Looked like prints
Horses, elephants
rustic landscapes
He was going to throw away

There was hardly a difference
between the good and bad
Luke was getting first pick
I just wanted some
They were good