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Comics | Banda Desenhada

AMBIENCE

Stories, regardless of the media, are all about ambience, atmosphere, sensation. Plot and meaning are just part of the tools. Consciously or not, authors and artists seek the expression of feeling, as accurately as possible. Most audiences will feel differently and in unexpected ways, close or far away from the original and undefinable purpose.

Ambience can be brought through exquisite sequences of words, sounds, colors and visual shapes, and by the composition and design of a single image or object. This is also called style and each author or artist has a personal one. This uniqueness of style and expression is sometimes called voice.

Comics might be my favorite microphone to convey the ambience of my feelings. It is all immediate, when drawing fast enough. This panel of CHRONOS, without words, was particularly joyful on the making. I really feel the urge to accelerate production. It will happen soon.

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Personal | Pessoal

I Am Really Not Cut For This

I am fed up of calling attention. I hate trying to make money this way. I loathe social media and Internet dependency. No matter how hard I try, I am not a business person. I’m nothing but a storyteller in need for an income. My job got me crazy. My attempt to make my own business is getting me crazy. My job search gets nothing but silence and rejection.

But I am a damn good storyteller for damn good story audiences. I know what I’m cut for.

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Drawing Videos | Videos de Desenho

Drawing Video 15 – Directing The Character On Page 2B

Stay in character!
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Drawing Videos | Videos de Desenho

Drawing Video 14 – Illustrating The Dialogue On Page 2B

Words and drawings are all the same thing.
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Drawing Videos | Videos de Desenho

Drawing Video 13 – Writing Dialogue For Page 2B

No matter how I try, there’s always something lost in translation.
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Music | Música

Julia

This piece is about murder. A woman with a hammer climbs the wall of a gated community during the night with the sole purpose of blowing a man’s skull. She then comes back to her accomplice, who takes her home in a very old station wagon. As the text of the narrative, this piece was written fast, with sections corresponding to specific scenes. This is the sort of approach that suits me better in music composition.

Don’t take this as a movie soundtrack. It is the soundtrack of memories you recall after reading, either the entire text or a few suggestive sentences.

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Personal | Pessoal

Life And Storytelling

I am all messed up. It’s four in the morning, the classic hour for insomnia. I miss focusing my mind in telling a story and it’s an unrest. For years and years I am obligated to focus on an exhausting job or on finding viable alternatives. I get anxious and continuously postpone the hours of dedication to either my narrative, graphic and musical work.

The poster above is from an illustration of my novel, written while I was in college. I waited several years until an editor accepted to publish the manuscript. As a responsible fellow eager for financial independence, I applied to the secure and overwhelming public job that I still hold today. The cost has been tremendous.

Someone else might have been strong and smart enough to cope with the situation and become a prolific writer. I believed to be one of those but I was wrong. “I have a mortgage to pay” is my motto to go to work and I freeze each time I realize that my stories will not sell enough to keep my home away from the bank, or even to put some food on the table.

What I miss the most in storytelling, either on novels, graphic novels and music composition, is the focus itself on the creation of a narrative that, as Virginia Woolf would say, satisfies the readers wish to believe. The conception and design of compelling characters, sets, story lines and emotional backgrounds endows me with the mystical pleasure of contemplating human nature and giving it some sort of a record. That is the power and goal of the arts, namely the art of fiction.

The focus on keeping a job and provide a regular income leaves me no room for contemplation and aesthetic craftsmanship. Things would be different if I were a stronger individual. The poster above shows a flying car landed on a roof with its lights on. It has been there all night long. Behind the wheel the driver’s corpse shows off some grilled brains. A dime novel scene like this one is antagonistic to the discourse of this post. I am not even able to write potboilers! Yep, I am all messed up.