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Sketching...
Inking...
Sketch scanned...
Painting...
Art Assistants...
Bettie Boop...
Skateboard...
..and inspiration.
Sketching...
Inking...
Sketch scanned...
Painting...
Art Assistants...
Bettie Boop...
Skateboard...
..and inspiration.
Some new (and old) photos in my "PICS"
Feel free to take a look:
PhotoDrawingSets here
More to come...
Feel free to take a look:
PhotoDrawingSets here
More to come...
The Erotic Puppet Theater: Act 1
The forgotten city
Our past shows was a real 'fiasco'. The last city, full of catholic hipocrisy, had banned us from putting our feet in their green-and-pure-grass again.
Hipocrisy was all we had met until now.
We found a city not in the map, a small city, more as a village. The major came to us - "a tattooed-james-dean-guy". Looked like all the city was waiting for us. They carried us to the Central Theater. An old 20's building. And start asking for our show. They want to see our dramatization from Bukowsky's poems.
More strange than that: Nicole was acting natural. I thought - "It's a surprise! She don't wanna tell me!" - Later she told me was thinking the same.
Behind the scenes, we prepared the puppets. And we made our show.
And we made it.
And the puppets.
The audience.
The hours.
And the end:
"I feel that thing in me now, she said.
I feel that thing in you now, I said.
I feel like I love you now, she said.
I feel like I love you more than you do me, I said.
I feel wonderful, she said, I feel like screaming.
I feel like going on forever, I said
I feel like you can, she said.
I feel, I said.
I feel, she said."
And then, the audience applauded us. Intense, Sincere.
And we left. And we were happy.
Nicole. And I. And the puppets. And the whole city.
The forgotten city
Our past shows was a real 'fiasco'. The last city, full of catholic hipocrisy, had banned us from putting our feet in their green-and-pure-grass again.
Hipocrisy was all we had met until now.
We found a city not in the map, a small city, more as a village. The major came to us - "a tattooed-james-dean-guy". Looked like all the city was waiting for us. They carried us to the Central Theater. An old 20's building. And start asking for our show. They want to see our dramatization from Bukowsky's poems.
More strange than that: Nicole was acting natural. I thought - "It's a surprise! She don't wanna tell me!" - Later she told me was thinking the same.
Behind the scenes, we prepared the puppets. And we made our show.
And we made it.
And the puppets.
The audience.
The hours.
And the end:
"I feel that thing in me now, she said.
I feel that thing in you now, I said.
I feel like I love you now, she said.
I feel like I love you more than you do me, I said.
I feel wonderful, she said, I feel like screaming.
I feel like going on forever, I said
I feel like you can, she said.
I feel, I said.
I feel, she said."
And then, the audience applauded us. Intense, Sincere.
And we left. And we were happy.
Nicole. And I. And the puppets. And the whole city.
Puppet Theater Intro
My girlfriend made the puppets to our first play about 5 years ago. Our puppet theater was a success in our town, so we decided to dramatize some stories from Anais Nin, to an adult audience.
Well, not everybody was prepared to such a thing... Anais Nin wasn't the kind of writer your mom could read when you was a kid. We were in Santiago, Chile and our first show was in a brothel. There was 20 people watching our puppet show, we got excited, so excited that we made sex behind the curtains, while we were manipulating the puppets.
The puppets, and Anais Nin's story, fascinated the audience so much they didn`t realize what was really going on behind the scenes.
After that, we travelled with our Puppet Theater to other countries, with other cultures and there are so much to tell. Good and bad experiences that I'll be talking about here, in my journal...
My girlfriend made the puppets to our first play about 5 years ago. Our puppet theater was a success in our town, so we decided to dramatize some stories from Anais Nin, to an adult audience.
Well, not everybody was prepared to such a thing... Anais Nin wasn't the kind of writer your mom could read when you was a kid. We were in Santiago, Chile and our first show was in a brothel. There was 20 people watching our puppet show, we got excited, so excited that we made sex behind the curtains, while we were manipulating the puppets.
The puppets, and Anais Nin's story, fascinated the audience so much they didn`t realize what was really going on behind the scenes.
After that, we travelled with our Puppet Theater to other countries, with other cultures and there are so much to tell. Good and bad experiences that I'll be talking about here, in my journal...
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