Barb G-english

To be honest, when a free theme appears I need to have a little time before putting my thoughts on paper (or, in this case, write something that could at least be interesting for you). And I had two ideas, I could talk about music and a new band I found out about the weekend, or I could talk about a game that I've been playing for three months by now. I Decided to do the second one, Because is kind of an unknown topic and I've only seen a very few people playing the game (but if you're interested in the music band I found out the weekend, it's "Kodaline" and The video that captured me was "All I have part 2"). So, getting back to the subject, the game is an " otome" platform for cell phones. For those who are not familiar with the term, an "otome" is a dating game developed mostly by Japanese companies. Mystic Messenger starts with the fact that you go to a hypothetical apartment that contains classified information, wit

Since I can remember I’ve been drawing in books and loose papers, but I have to admit that consciously, I’ve been drawing “good” since I was 14. It started as a hobby with internet friends with whom I got to share drawings of the same series we enjoyed watching. Unfortunately, I don’t have the same amount of time that in those years and we have lost touch, but those good memories remain in me. I usually do a lot of sketches as daily basis. When I don’t draw, I feel like something is missing in my day… And when I have time, I easily spent about 6-8 hours from one day to paint in digital. It may sound a lot of narcissist, but I’m pretty good at drawing and painting in digital. I used to draw commissions for foreign clients… But I have lost the confidence to keep doing them. So I might share with you a simple process of the way I paint nowadays. I start with a rough sketch that can be drawn on paper or digitally (image 1). This is the first idea, and it doesn’t mean that is

This photo was taken one year and half ago. It was my first travel abroad, I earnt an international scholarship to Spain in 2015, and the travel was set for January 21th, 2016. We were in the International Airport. It was my first time, and, if I have to be honest, I cried a lot saying goodbye for such long time (6 months, wich, now in retrospective, doesn't seem that much) and being afraid that an accident might happen in the flight and I end up dying in the middle of the sea. From left to right, my grandma is the little old lady. I'm in the middle, the tallest one in the family. Then, there's my little sister, who's being held by the shoulders by my mother, the last one. This is actually one of the few photos we have, the four of us together. We don't take that much pictures, as groups, if I'm honest. It's probably in this situations, where something important happen, that we dare to took a photography. Realizing this. I guess I will talk to this