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Feeling Machines

Feeling Machines

I recently “discovered” David Bowie. It is sad that happened after he died, but i guess this is a natural phenomenon. Of course I knew several of his songs considering the majestic artist that he was. But I didn’t know his music. I didn’t feel it yet. And, boy, what a journey that was when I finally did.

It’s funny how a stupid funny youtube video — a guy being ejected from a seat when an airbag is activated below it — introduced me to one of his masterpieces: Space Oddity. It sounded familiar, but I obviously didn’t know it the way I should. My friends were quick to make fun of me because of this and pointed me to another youtube video of astronaut Chris Hadley performing the song. And that was spectacular on its own way.

“So” I thought, “It really is looking like a character flaw that I don’t know this guy”. And for the next weeks I went on listening to everything from Bowie.

I’m very emotional and sensitive. Music is one of the things that really does it for me. Along with stories, art, film, etc. Yeah, practically a baby. So while I was into Bowie’s music and getting goosebumps all the time I noticed how intense feelings are and how limited is our capacity to communicate these feelings to others.

We are proud of having developed language as humans, but consider every feeling you have deep in your mind and how hard it is to make others understand them. It feels like describing a color: almost impossible. Even if you try explaining every connection your brain does when you listen to a song and why that hits your heart and makes you cry, it is most likely others won’t get it.

My idea when starting to write this was to try to convey the sentiment of hope, nostalgia and the great things waiting for us in the future when Bowie cries that “We can be heroes, just for one day”. Or how the solitude and the acceptance of the unknown is shown to us through the wonder of Major Tom when he steps through the door floating in the most peculiar way, reaching space in his tin can.

But, I believe that is pointless after all. We are our own feeling machines, and the rare moment when you look someone in the eye and you both know exactly how each other feels can’t also be put into words.

Don’t break the chain!

Don’t break the chain!

Surprisingly, I’m being able to draw everyday. I signed up for two courses: the drawing-tutorials-online.com and the Magic Box from Chris Oatley. Both are great and less than 20 bucks/month.

I’m producing so much sketches and studies and thought about putting them here. However, it would clutter up everything. I decided to start using my deviantART account and scrapboard.

The link is juliano7s.deviantart.com. Go to Gallery and look for the scrapboard.

Seal of Quality

Seal of Quality

I made in a rush this illustration for a colleague here at work. We have the tradition to make a card and give a Heineken beer keg when someone has a birthday. It’s not great, but it looks like him (when he’s drunk).

Cabral'zinho's Seal of Quality

The Golden

The Golden

I’m thinking in making a drawing to my girlfriend of a golden retriever. We have one, her name is Banana and is 5 months old. Well, yesterday I was studying drawing these guys and here’s the result.

Practicing
Practicing
What happened there is no one’s business

What happened there is no one’s business

A black humor comic just occurred to me while driving home. I would draw it if I wasn’t so busy playing Diablo III, but still, it is an idea:

A man meets a women on a casino, get drunk, have sex. Nine months later the baby is born but the couple leave him there, because you know “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”.

Not so intelligent for SMBC, or so clever to Space Avalanche, also not non-sense enough for Invisible Hair Suit, but, again, an idea.