Friday, June 24, 2005

Heroes Con 2005

I'm here at the Westin hotel, Room 1045. Push the door in; the door is open. Help yourselves to whatever you see on the table. Go through my drawers and take whatever you like.
I'll be at my table on the convention floor.
Albert Ruis

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

My Biggest "Influence"



Carnal apple, woman incarnate, ardent moon,
seaweed's sodden aroma, the bog's, and the mash of the light-
what somber clarity opens between your columns?
What primitive night is touched by a masculine sense

Ah, love is a voyage with water and stars,
in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran
love is a war of lightning
two bodies defeated by a single burst of honey.

Kiss after kiss, I walk along your tiny infinitude,
your shores and your rivers, your diminutive towns,
and the genital fire, made dear and delectable
that races the delicate pathways of your blood,
breaks up from below in a gout of nocturnal carnations
until it dissolves and becomes nothing, but a ray of light in the shadows


Naked, you are as simple as one of your hands,
supple, earthy, minimal, round, transparent,
The lunar markings, the pathways through the apple,
are yours; naked, you are slender as the naked wheat.

Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba,
ivy and stars embroidered in your hair,
naked, you stand enormous and yellow
like the summer in a golden cathedral

Naked, you are as tiny as one of your fingernails
curved, subtle and pink until the break of day
you thrust yourself into the subterranean world
a tunnel's length made of dresses and duress;
your clarity trims its flame, unfurls, or cover over,
and again you issue, naked as your hand.



You come from the destitute South, from the house
of privation, regions made hard with the earthquake and cold
that gave us hard lessons in living in the chalk and the clay
while the gods whom they worshiped were spinning away to their death

You are a little mare carved in black clay, a kiss
dusky with pitch, beloved, a clay poppy,
a pigeon of twilight that fluttered its way on the roads
and followed us into a childhood of want, with its tears

You who always preserved your heart's poverty,
girl with the feet of the needy, accustomed to stones,
whose mouth was not always acquainted with sweetmeat and bread;

You come from the destitute South that once nurtured my soul;
in her heaven, your mother goes on washing clothes with my mother.
Therefore I have singled you out to be my companion.

Pablo Neruda

From "Cien Sonetos de Amor"/A Hundred Love Sonnets Translated from the spanish by Ben Bellit with my corrections on the first 2 sonnets.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Mocca Finale

Great, great show, nothing compares to the San Diego ComiCon, convention-wise, not just for its size but for the attending crowd's diversity, but NYC is just tremendous, it is the greatest city in the world for a reason, and that reason is its people, no doubt!

I met some of the most talented and nicest human beings these past 2 days. I won't drop names this time, but you know who you are, thank you!!
You know I have a good time at these comic book conventions, you always hear me say : "this show was great!" and I'm sincere, every show to me, is a good show, I don't measure it in terms of sales (although I must candidly admit that I'm yet to have a disappointing financial outcome) mainly because the people who stop by my booth or table are so freaking appreciative, generous and accommodating, and by "the people" I mean THE ARTISTS, it is a well known fact that the typical comic book fanboy, as in "fanatic" does not care for what I do one bit, fans want a sketch of superdick or supercunt, they want to know what DC/Marvel book I'm working on, they show a lot of interest until I answer "I don't draw comics just naked women" at which point their enthusiasm turns to incredulity followed closely by indifference, how can you not like women, is there something wrong with you freaks!

These days I avoid unpleasant exchanges by posting a sign that reads: "NO COMIX HERE, KEEP WALKING" it really does work. THE ARTISTS don't give a flying fuck if I draw comics or not, I like that, I love seeing work from students and chatting about technique and form with other fellow artists or artists in training.

Figure drawing is still looked upon (by the general public and the babymen who buy the bulk of superhero comics) as something of an oddity, either mundane or down right pornographic. I want to smack the shit out of everyone who asks me if I'm a pin-up artist, but I understand this is not their fault. I despise that term and the "erotic" label ignorant fools are so fond of using everytime they catch a glimpse of the female form.

Despite the "comics fanboy's ignorance" I enjoy these events mainly because -let's face it already- I'm no longer in the rat race and when you don't toil like an immigrant farmer to put food on the table, when you don't have to listen to a sorry-ass art director babble about some stupid cartoon character's peculiar likes and dislikes as if he's talking about a real human being (personally I'd rather pick strawberries in a July afternoon in the San Fernando Valley) Mondays seem like Fridays, Tuesdays smell like Sundays and Wednesdays & Thursdays have the look and feel of Saturdays.

Sadly, though, this Mocca show should be re-named the Daniel Clowes draw-alike festival, man, they copy this poor slob right down to the characters' overbites, insipid pastel pinks and fetid grays. I personally like Dan Pussey and his books but how many times can we see the same shitty monigotes being drawn by lessser talent, trendy shitheads with thick black retro frames and spiky short hair?!

By the way, do yourselves a big favor and check out Mike's wonderful and highly detailed account of the NYC Mocca Fest part 1 & part 2

Picture courtesy of Mike Manley

My brain according to Mike.


Saturday, June 11, 2005

NYC Geek Festival

First day of the NYC Mocca Fest also known as Geek Central, had a blast!
I've never seen so many nerds assembled in one place since the last convention I attended... last week :) No, no really, all kidding aside, a great event held in a beautiful building (The Fuck building that is) on a beautiful, sunny New York afternoon, I was in section A and let me tell you, that was the section to be at, sector "B" was hell! and I mean that!, it must have been 110 degrees farenheit in there, phew! Mike Manley came by to say hello completely drenched in his own manly sweat, man oh man!

Many thanks to all who stopped by, bought the books and said hola! We're going to do this again today (Sunday) if you live in the Tri-State area, swing by.

Here are my notes from this event:


Tuesday, June 07, 2005


First off, to all the nice people who took the time to stop by at the Philadelphia Wizard Con, that was a lot of fun, a big THANK YOU in behalf of my daughters and myself, I was sick as a dog for the duration but you guys lifted my spirits, special thank you to Mike Manley for his hospitality and for being such a gracious host, mi casa es su casa. Louie for showing up with a pint of Calamata olives, that was priceless and to Allison for bringing the Tostitos. We really had a great time in Philly, I'll see you all there next year.

Next stop: The Mocca Art Fest this coming weekend Saturday, June 11th and Sunday the 12th, I'll be there sharing a spot with my good friend Khary Randolph.

The fun doesn't stop there, towards the end of the month I'll be in Charlotte, this would be my first time attending the "Heroes" convention so naturally I'm super excited, I love doing things for the first time. As always, if you happen to live in the area, stop by and say hi or stay and hang out the entire day, I'll be in the Artist Alley section, if enough people show up maybe we can get together at the lobby of some hotel and improvise a "Drawing' Jam", I'm game for a sketching session if you guys have the time so bring your sketch pads.

Friday, 24 June: 11am - 7pm
Saturday, 25 June: 10am - 6pm
Sunday, 26 June: 11am - 6pm

A cleaner version of one of the Zowie! Deux roughs.