Codfish

Heya,

There's not much to tell. So, when I read this blog I forgot to post the last artworks I've done so far. Well here they are.

 An old remake. from Erotica Project. The difference between the two, this  one is coloured, and she's dressed properly. huhuhu

Sanji Sasaki, my alter-ego, can you believe that she exists about 15 years? I made her when I was in the 5th grade. And no, I didn't take her name from Sanji from "One Piece", and her looks from Lara Croft. She existed waaaay before them. Actually she was inspired on Chun-li my official First girl Crush.

Today I visited an old friend. Tica... I missed her so much! wow, this is the first time I post a real picture of me on this blog...And  damn wouldn't you hit that or what? I would :) ... I'm the one in the right in case you didn't notice. Obviously.

I really hope I could make more Artworks to make myself proud. Again.

Ciao!

Hot Dog

Hello!

This weekend has been very progressive for me, I was able to stay home alone and fully enjoy the silence. I can't remember the last time I was able to experience that. Total silence! It felt so good! Usually I listen to some music to get distracted from annoying noises back there in Portugal. I live in a ghetto, so silence there is nearly unknown to me. If its not gipsies screaming at each other on a daily basis ( and they are my next  door neighbours ) it's dogs barking, or cats fighting, cars drifting, cops sirens... oh well. Just the first day here in Havøysund, I felt renewed. Since I had my breakdown I kinda have a cronic headache. Its not a headache precisely, but it's an uncomfortable sensation on the top of my head. Like if I'm carrying heavy Bible-like books piled up on the top of my head. Although yesterday I felt like it was fading, kinda like a steam pot under pressure releasing the steam. I was able to take off the cork out and release whatever was pressuring my head, just  listening to the sound of silence ( not the music, it's literally the sound of silence, like...you get it...).

The day was going out great for me but the weather wasn't tuned with me at all. I was about to meet my sister at her workplace with her niece, when all of the sudden, I was nearly carried away by the wind. And damn... As if my body wasn't freezing  all over, I thought I would never change my facial expression ever (haha and it wasn't a pleasant one either). And my sister's niece was perfectly normal. Pathetic. She is only 5 years old, and she was the one babysitting me: "Bruna!!! You're doing all wrong. You can get caught on the snow storm...". I know Lianne. I was just... I'm ok. " You have to walk like this whenever the wind hits you". Oh... yeah. I know that. I was about to... lets go home, shall we? 

I drew a few things... But still not satisfied. I'm not forcing anything, but sometimes it is fustrating. I want to draw. Feel like drawing something. Not just "Ok, Bruna. You really need to snap ou of it! DRAW GODDAMMIT DRAW!" No, not this. It will start all over again. 

 what's wrong with this people??? Is it friggin' freezing or its just me...?

I tried to meditate on Saturday. It feels nice, this is the right place for it. But of course, like all the first times it was a mess. Didn't dress properly, uncomfortable positions, tried every positions to reach and... I'm still talking about meditation you pervs. But I'm willing to pratice more. Thanks to my great spiritual-Zen-Fenshui'ish friend Darsy. He taught me how. About 2 months ago. But I googled it. Oh internet...

Oh and... I'm sorry in advance for my mistakes. My english its not very accurate, and by the time you read this I hope it's corrected. My boyfriend checks this blog out for mistakes. He reads, sighs, thinks twice of how a soon-to-be English College Teacher ended up with me and my fabulous delusional good english, and correct it. Argh, come to think about it, I always had boyfriends who made me feel crap about my english. Which is good. It's good to have someone to kick my ego in the nuts. Oh well. I are like these. (IT'S A JOKE HONEY LEAVE IT JUST HOW IT IS!)   

I'm hungry. bye

Scrambled eggs

Hey there,
Since yesterday I've been travelling to Havøysund and I can tell you how much it sucks travelling alone. Yesterday I blogged the last entry on the hotel in Oslo. Why did my sister have to live so damn far away? Oh well. I hate airports. I hate going through security. I don't know why, I always feel guilty. I don't have anything to hide but I always have the weird thought that I might have a chemical weapon which can spread an unknown virus and start a  zombie apocalipse amidst my stuff. Oh well. If I can't bring a bomb at least they are nice enough to grant me a knife on board. Muahaha. I'm not joking they really did.
I've been sketching... Nothing much, though I'm still recovering, and I still use it as a stress relief. I don't have the inspiration or the urge to make something really great. But since I left Portugal I finally feel relaxed, maybe I really had to take a break from what surrounded me back there. Even family and boyfriend. I miss them but my well being screams for rest and meditation. It screams so loud that I can barely feel/hear other feelings like yearning. I have this thing in hotels, it's like a ritual and i'm sure I am not the only one. I love to take immersion baths ( don't know if this is correct I hope you get the point) fill the bathtub with hot steamy water, listening to relaxing music and... The rest is history. :]
I hate this plane to Alta. It's far north of Norway. And the weather sucks big time. It's a place where it has daylight for 6 months and night for other 6 months. Probably this was the last time I enjoyed a good NIGHT of sleep. I won't have any night from now on until June.
Sorry to not upload the photos in the right order. I'm blogging on the phone because I'm lazy.
See ya next time

Petit Gateau A.k.A a load off my chest

Hi... long time no type. Yeah. Lots happened in my life. I never blogged again, not that I'm a great responsible daily blogger... but yeah. I've been sick. I kind of don't wanna talk about it. But talking in this blog makes me feel like going on, and I'm now considering it much more therapeutic than before, not a simple blog where I simply dump my art and talk nonsense (which I will continue to talk, it's always funny).

Jokes aside, I had a nervous breakdown in the beginning of this year. I don't like to brag about it, don't feel jealous, your time will come too as soon you keep working your ass off an entire year without taking any vacations. As you, - my faithful, dear reader, could see, sice I've started my blog I did nothing but talk about improving and trying to prove something that I so wish to accomplish in a very short time. That leaded me to non-stop projects, Believing in lies, and for the worst, in the end all I could achieve was an unfair debt. This was my experience, and one of the causes of my breakdown. One of the reasons I started this blog, was for that school but, as time went by, I've realized that I needed a blog more than they ever told me I did. I was writing this for the wrong reasons.

 That school did boost my ego up, but even that has something to do with I want to do in the future, I don't really need them. why? Because I'm a flat broke bastard. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Every little thing I achieved, it was for my own merit. I'm happy that schools like that exist. But it's not for me and most importantly, It's not worth my money (Which I never had it in the first place ). I'm more dedicated to achieve things on my own. and learn things my way. It has always been like that.

I won't talk about this ever again, because this entry is not about that. It's about a restart in my life. The nervous breakdown fucked me up so much, that I WAS FORCED to restart all over. It's like hitting the ctrl+alt+delete buttons when the computer is overheating.

And now I'm on vacations. This is the day one. My family helped me surpass the breakdown. My sister invited me to go on vacations in Norway. For those who already know me, I've been here already.

I bought another sketchbook, it's been about 2 months ( since the nervous breakdown)and I didn't draw a thing. Except for work, of course. There's so much to tell, I was trying to resume all of it, but forget it.

Forget what I wrote before. I'm on a process of rejuvenating. A Rebirth. I'm going to make sure that when I come back to Portugal, I will come back different. A better person. A better woman. A better everything. And this blog will be the proof of the progress I'm going to make in this Rebirth Process. It's not a need. It's a must DO. If I want to be happy.

After this boring bla bla, I do have good news. I started to gain the urge of drawing when I feltl like drawing my Original Character, Sanji, and getting her tattooed in my left arm. It's was a hell of a snap. The first inspiration that hit me, I got tattooed almost full arm. And since then I don't regret it ( since then....lol I had it done three days ago) but she looks beautifull. It's was remarkable for me indeed.

Sorry for the all this nonsense. But I really needed to talk a bit, and got a little carried away.

Next time I will post some stuff. Pictures, drawings etc. And be funnier ( I promise haha...)

Bye.

BrB

Wait....

I just need some rest.

...

Chop Suey

Hey Fellas!

*Sigh* bla bla bla, OK I don't update that often bla bla.
At the beginning of this month I had the golden oportunity and was fortunate enough to see Distant Worlds, music from Final fantasy. It was MAGICAL, pure awesomeness. It was so amazing, I cried a river as soon they played the first string of the harp for The prelude of Final fantasy. The concert was in London, I was there with my boyfriend for 3 days. I wish I could've stayed more time but, it was SO worth it. Next time I will surely go for the V.I.P tickets and personally thank Nobuo Uematsu in person for making such beautiful music! /teary eye

Drawing, drawings. Well, at least I could register a funny moment I had while I was in the U.K. waiting for the concert precisely... it's not much but meh....

I don't have anything agaisnt cosplayers. Really. But if you're thinking of making it, Goddamn make it right and perfect dammit! Really, personally, I wish I could cosplay myself. But I could have my butt frozen if I went as Fran from Final Fantasy XII, and my boyfriend would seriously have some trouble keeping away some pervs, *cof*. Anyway... Why some guys would cosplay poorly for this big event? I bet Nobuo and Sakaguchi rolled over on the floor when they saw them. I would feel ashamed of myself. Geez... Well that's what I think though. OH MY GOD SAKAGUCHI WAS THERE TOO!!!!!!

Back to the reality. I hated it when I came back. *sigh*

There's a major contest going on in Deviantart. And I'll give it a shot. I got nothing to lose.

Here's a sneek peek.

If you're an unconditional fan of Mignon, and have  erotic nude posters of myself all over your teenage room, you can surely guess where this comes from. I'm re-making a old drawing of mine, for the contest. It's still in progress of course.
 I'm tired of typing, I'm gonna go back to my drawings.

Tchau!

Xao Ming

Hello

You know what? I give up. I really suck at updating this blog daily... Meh. I love rainy days, specially when Im at home, drinking tea. I hate being sick though. I hate injections. Meh.

I've installed CS6 here at home, since at work I work with the updated version of Photoshop also, and never been so enthusiastic about it.

I know I should, or supposed to draw something about Autumn, but I came up with this. My Sanji chilling out under the trees, and a failed attempt to draw feet. Yeah, I know the perspective is kinda (all) wrong, but the main purpose here is only to... draw.I really wanted to draw freely, nothing else, free of rules etc etc

And some features of CS6 ROCK man, the brush projection feature from CS6 changed my life.

Next month Im going to UK to see Final Fantasy Distant Worlds with my boyfriend. CAN'T WAAAAIT!!

Bye