Burle

This sketch was inspired by the work of the great, Brazilian, landscape architect, Roberto Burle Marx. It seems to me he was treating the earth's surface as a huge canvas, where he would start drawing and coloring and creating magical places.

Done using ink and, as always, dry pastels and color pencils for the background. 

Menhir and Dolmen

I had never realized how beautiful these rocks look, until I came to study them while I was designing a large garden pavilion. They give me a sense of stability and durability and strength and they look like they've been standing there forever. I love their monumental size and their curved and smooth forms. The people who built these tombs would be very proud if they knew that the memories of their dead ones are still alive, after thousands of years.

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Concept houses

These are some ideas for houses, that at times walk through my head. Or maybe I should call them nests. Because that's what I think it's about. A house is a nest, where someone can feel safe and warm and protected and free.

I think there is more to come out of the third piece. I really like this idea and I'm planning to make some more complete illustrations on it.

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What a scream says

The enormous, exotic creature, that once, full of life and health was traveling among the galaxies, now, wounded and sick, stands still within the void, waiting for the death its sickness will bring. It just struggles to protect itself from the predators that will soon appear, thirsty for its life. The predators are quickly getting closer, filling the void with their cold howls. They are smelling the fear in their prey's heart. The creature is trembling. It tries to move, to escape, but its sick, young body can't follow its mind's order. The predators are encircling it, they trap it, and one by one, with a lighting fast move, they drive their fast and sharp tentacles into the creature's body. The creature howls and screams with horror. It hurts. It hurts with deep and sharp pain. But it is helpless. Inside its screams, it tries to say something, but the predators won't listen. With no mercy, slowly and painfully they are sucking its guts. Drop by drop, piece by piece, they are sucking life out of it. The creature is shaking, it screams in anguish and tries to save the last pieces of its life. But the predators are too many and too fast, and their prey's fear is turning their howls bigger and bigger. And they carry on sucking and eating the matter of life. The creature knows the end is close. It sends a last, painful scream, so painful, it makes the galaxy bleed. It whispers something. And then it dies. The predators, pleased with their meal, leave the empty carcass into the black void to get lost in space and time, helpless to escape from neither of them.

What they don't know, is that by sucking the matter of life out of the creature, they got infected by its sickness. By sucking its life, the were sucking its death too. Drop by drop. And what they also don't know, is that inside its screams, the creature was saying exactly this: "Stop! You will die with me!"

(for some reason, I think this piece of music is following the story)