Last week someone told me that Fidel Castro died. I was like “really?” and she was like “yeah, a friend of mine told me.” My journalistic instincts kicked in and I responded with “nuh-uh,” to which she replied “yuh-huh” and I realized I was up-gunned. So I decided to look it up on Google News. I typed in something along the lines of “Castro Death” and a few articles came up. Some were written only a few minutes before I looked them up and they said that, despite rumors, Castro was still alive and in recovery from a recent surgery. What caught my attention most was the photo posted on the majority of the news websites. Apparently the last photo taken of Fidelito was a ridiculous portrait of him smiling with his fist under his chin. I laughed out loud and thought of the absurdity of the imagery. So I decided to tweak it a bit more and make it look all nice and pretty. And so I introduce the first photo of hopefully many more… Glamour Dictators.
I love this little kid. This is Heather and JP’s middle child, Bianca Rosa Camargo. I was going through some photos just now when I found this one that I took a few weeks ago. I caught her playing in front of the fan, distorting her voice as she yelled at the blades. I stood behind her and growled, camera in hand. She looked up in surprise and
BAM I got the photo. I realize this has nothing to do with sketching, but I think she’s an adorable little creature and I wanted to share her face with the world wide web. Now enjoy. Or else!
I remember seeing a photo of this old man and I was fascinated by the story told in his face. After drawing it, I brought it into Illustrator and vectorized it, adding some of the shadows for effect. The end result reminds me of some kind of aged Frankenstein waiting for something interesting to happen.
I wanted to dedicate a post to someone who means the world to me. I’m talking about my big bro. Tony is 2.5 years my elder but he’s shorter than me, (I always like to point that out to people we meet). He’s a smart dude, able to solve all sorts of computer technical problems and he never really seems to mind. He’s one of my favorite people to humor in the world, as he has the most infectious laugh which reaches 10 octaves higher than most whales. It’s the best. My parents tell me that before I was born Tony would play with Hot Wheels on my mother’s pregnant belly in anticipation of his new little brother. He denies it and says I was supposed to be a girl. That’s
big bro talk for “it’s true but if you tell anyone I’ll pound your face in.”
The other day I was sitting in a waiting room and I saw two little siblings messing around. The younger sibling got very upset and started crying with rage. His older brother pointed at him and laughed. This made the little one cry and yell even more, which in turn caused even more laughter from his brother. I couldn’t help but snicker, remembering the days when Tony would get a kick out of my fits. I was an angry little boy and Tony loved to rile me up with his laughter. Good times, bro. Good times.
I think it’s fair to say my brother is my best pal. We get along just fine and we enjoy each other’s company. UFC fights, basketball nights, hip-hop shows, barbecues, days at the beach, catching films, and sparring at the gym (I hope your nose improves, dude) pretty much sums up where and when you can find us hanging out.
Tony is reliable, honest, and an all around stand-up guy. Those who know him are privileged and those related to him are blessed. Love ya, man.
Every now and then I’ll attempt to adopt a style that I like. This here drawing was a little style experiment. I admire those comic-book-style illustrations of people. I love drawing faces. This one was from a magazine. I believe I sketched this at a Barnes and Noble with a Mocha Frappuccino in one hand, a pen in the other, and an iPod connected to my skull. My kind of evening.
This is as close as I could get to creating a Simpsons Avatar of myself. Aye Carumba! What do ya think? (Link via Brownpau).
Drew this one during a church discussion a few weeks ago. I like the way it came out without her eyes. Reminds me of that character from Sin City. Only less violent and less Elijah Woodsy.
