Fly high

Uncategorized thoughts on June 18th, 2013 by escargot

So based on a photo from Kyle Thompson I made a drawing.

Fly high

Hope you like it.


Drawing thoughts on November 17th, 2012 by escargot

Maesserschmidt’s affiction, rapidograph & brush.

This might be it.

Play Dead

Drawing thoughts on November 16th, 2012 by escargot

Play dead
Ink & Watercolours.

I might be coming back.

Communication Issues

Drawing thoughts on September 1st, 2011 by escargot

Problemas de comunicación

So I’ve been drawing a lot lately, I’ll probably start uploading some stuff soon.

I’m also preparing to adapt the blog to some scripting, I’ll keep you posted on that.

Thee Mountain

Harmony, Indiscriminate thoughts on June 9th, 2011 by escargot

Today I realized why I’ve been listening to a band for three days straight and, as a friend said, probably for the whole week.
Oh, the synchrony.

This is a sample track from their last album, Kollaps Tradixionales.
Thee Silver Mount Zion (and their endless different names) are a band of canadian musicians, most of them related with the Godspeed You! Black Emperor act.

You have all probably heard about the volcano eruption in south Chile, that has spread its ashes all over its vicinity. In General Roca we lost two days worth of lessons because of it, and it’s not really over yet, the film school opened its doors again, but the air still feels like a cheap dry martini.

I don’t know what’s wrong -or right- with me, but this uncomfortable situation activates me. It itches.

And that’s something.

Encounter in the Middle of Nowhere

Photography thoughts on June 7th, 2011 by escargot

Al costado del camino

Today the ashes from the Puyehue Vulcano, six hundred kilometers away from here, fell and then swirled with the furious winds of General Roca. The sun was shining through the clouds and the whole mood of the skies fell upon the city like no other day of autumn has ever done.
The horizon was veiled with a layer of dust and smoke and ashes, merged with the misty clouds above, so I decided to venture into the wilderness around me and see if there were any reminders of the ashy greetings from Chile.

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Mist (not the german one)

Film, Indiscriminate thoughts on May 22nd, 2011 by escargot

Video-haikus might be the most pretentious and artsy attempt of communication. But hell, I get the chance of getting a plus account on Vimeo.

I finished the adaptation of a Hemingway story last week, it ended up very well, I feel I did something good that in some way or another respects Hemingway’s work. The teachers are supposedly reading through all the submitted scripts and will be choosing two to be filmed, I’m starting to doubt that they’ll pick mine, and not because it’s not good enough. I suppose my proposal of a short film doesn’t really fit with what the school is aiming for. I don’t know, but I’m really looking forward to making it. Maybe I can gather a team and make it anyways. We’ll see.

“De Golpe” is almost finished, I’m waiting on the original music to be finished and wrap the title and credits animation, but so far I’m happy with the film and what it has become. As soon as it’s finished we’ll try to promote it and get it into some festivals or whatever we can find. We think it has the potential to make something out of it.


Indiscriminate thoughts on May 3rd, 2011 by escargot

Perejil en un vaso de agua

I don’t want to believe it is coincidental that the sudden and continuous appearance of Death in the media has some strange relation to all the people around me, drowning in a glass of water.

Let’s be honest, I’ve always felt ashamed for being fascinated by guns and violence. Being parented by the most pacifist and non violent person I reckon that might be the root behind this voyeuristic amusement of weapons, although this feeling came rather late, or at least I rationalized it not so long ago, five or six years ago, when I got rid of strong, friend-related, prejudices. Might also have to do with reading The Snows of Kilimanjaro and from then on many of Hemingway’s short stories, where the glorification of war, hunt and guns feels so honest and primitive.

I think I’ll just stick with this by now and see if I develop this later on. It feels too raw and harsh for now (talk about quintessential qualities).

By the way, I’ll be adapting a story of Hemingway into a shortfilm script. Maybe I’ll mention something about it in here as soon as I stop dreaming about it, I can’t deal with oneiric voices dwelling into my writings.

Dead parade

Indiscriminate thoughts on April 30th, 2011 by escargot

Palomas en vuelo

Sometimes years seem to be a parade of people and places passing away.

Then, the letting go.

Thank you.

Burnt bridges, hiatus

Indiscriminate thoughts on April 16th, 2011 by escargot


My offshore travel didn’t happen at all last week. More than two years living in Argentina and I still hope things will happen when they are planned to happen. No offense meant.

Everything seems
to be on hold,
as if time itself would bend
towards itself, to keep unsatisfaction
at the highest peak of the past months.

Might be the reason of my sore throat,
or my bleeding nose,
always resurfacing.
Me unknowing of its meaning, like tricks
of light bouncing off imaginary objects.

Sometimes I fear that seasonal
could become random,
-but wouldn’t that be, a gratifying thought?,
probably for everyone
holding hopes for the inexplicable;
finding meanings
in meaningless phenomena.

Dash. A link between nonsense.