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Hoy podria escribir...pero nose que...

jej

hasta luego

Lucas Craig

De Frustraciones Y Sueños Rotos.

(click en la imagen para agrandar, y poder leer)

Una serie de actos y acciones que nos llevaron a un destino fatal.
A medida que nos vamos acercando nos damos cuenta...
Una predicción a mitad de camino que no tiene retorno
Lloramos lagrimas de sangre por hacer un esfuerzo extra

Un esfuerzo que es gratificado con rosas y lapidas
Una vez alcanzado nuestro sueño, matamos el ajeno
Haciendo el intento por volar sin nuestras propias alas
Una vez destruido, solo queda resurgir

Surprise

Una idea inconclusa
degradandose a nada
Provoca incertidumbre
Las plumas vuelan

La piel nos abandona
y pasa a ser nosotros
Una parte distinta.

Nada es los que parece,
Cada segundo es un eon.

Cada momento esencial

El momento se pierde
La esencia desaparece

No hay inspiracion
El nerviosismo ataca
Incomodidad plena

Una estructura fija
Nos mantiene vivos
Por un momento mas
Hasta que se desploma

Un cuadro mio...

When there's nothing else to write, we simply give an explanation

Making Up Some Make Up

Make up, for something else
A mask for a different reality
Some kind of cover
For another personality

A dream that never came true
Painted once again on my face
Failed ideas and broken illusions
Another image that is me

Lucas Craig

Image: James Root (Slipknot)

Some Kind Of Violent Death

Sin razon aparente
El filo no solo rozó
Penetró y provocó
un violento torrente

La cabeza se separó
del resto de la victima
Rodó marcando su camino

Quieta, soltó una lágrima
Ácida como el odio
Dulce como al venganza

De su enemigo
De su sangre

Sus ojos brillaron

Somewhere There's A Window

En algun lugar existe
ese orificio por donde escapar
no siempre es seguro, estoy seguro
Pero que existe es un hecho

Espirales hipnotizantes
Tentaculos tentadores
Lo trajeron a él
Quien cae inerte

Su plumaje excepcional
lo abandona poco a poco
pero no se preocupa
El cae hacia el infinito

Pajaro soy yo
Quien con alas buscó
Quien alas perdió

En algun lugar existe
Una ventana
estoy seguro

Some of my painting

Esos dias que la tinta quiere salir
Y estoy escaso de papel
Sale sobre mi


VIVA EL BODY PAINTING!!!

Staring Down The Abyss

Mirando abajo
desde el precipicio.


A un paso.
Dificil como sentir,
Simple como unir universos.


La gravedad lleva mis lagrimas 
a mi blanco.
Ahi voy.

Lucas Craig.

Dirt Whispered A Lullaby

Fallen to my knees, no edges to walk to
My ears are still hollow
My need is someone 
My need is voice


I stick my ears to the ground
Darks spreads around me
Dark mumbles something
My eyes start closing


A pillow of darkness
a dream of survival
Dirt whispered a lullaby


Lucas Craig.

The Curtain

Once the curtain opens, there's not much to await..
The light shines hard
the light fades away
The curtain falls again...


Lucas Craig.

Burning Light

Cuando los petalos temen a la luz
Escondiendose enrte hojas
Ramas que protejen
De una realidad mas vívida


Cuando la situación cambia 
No queda mas opción
que escabullirse entre espinas




Lucas Craig



Un bando dispara un perdón
Esperando que colisione con su blanco

Cuando la tinta se acaba....

Rage, disappearing

Los viajes en omnibus son útiles para dibujar, ya está comprobado.

La vida trajo a la muerte
Una vida de rencores guardados
Que fueron liberados
Solo al final


Cuando mi imagen reptaba
Yo caía por los bordes 
Chorreaba, me diluía con mis lágrimas

Solo así llegue a ser así
Cuando la oscuridad corrió
no dejó manchas

Lukäss Kräigh  ó Lucas Craig

Semi Automatic

Un mecanismo complejo capaz de caminar por si solo

Necesita un motor mas poderoso aún para poder volar.

Un organismo humano

Un cerebro

Lucas Craig.

Rose

Una rosa abandonada, marchita.
Alejada de sus raices.
sin quejarse se arruga,
sin perder un pétalo.

Mantiene sus hojas,
verdes, fuertes y resistentes
a las manos arrebatadoras
de un mundo exterior incomprendido

Lucas Craig

Puntos sin linea

Reglas. Enemigos resistentes de los puntos rebeldes

Puntos. Sentimientos libres sufriendo por las rectas reglas.

Unidos forman una linea. Mas fuerte y resistente.

Una sociedad de iguales, unida por la igualdad

Una igualdad liderada por la libertad.

Libertad: el bienestar de toda sociedad.
Incluso de lineas y puntos.

Lucas Craig.


Para que esta mierda de país aprenda hace falta ser aplastados no solo caer. ¿Podemos ir mas abajo? Tocamos fondo y seguimos cavando. Un pueblo desunido y con ideas pelotudas. Necesitamos un golpe. No... mil golpes para sentir. Líderes que ni saben que es lo que quiere la gente que se supone que tienen que sacar adelante.

Para la mierda de gobierno que nos controla: peguense cuatro tiros. Como estamos acostumbrados a hacer en esta tierra de aborigenes : festejaremos su fecha de muerte.

Vayanse a la mierda...estoy harto

Ojo

Este no es el ultimo , pero casi. Le agregue cosas ...ya las veran.

Lucas Craig

Torcer, enderezar

Las sonrisas desaparecían al desencontrarse

Cada camino tomaba formas diferentes

La tierra se levantaba en uno

Tapaba la vista a milímetros de distancia

Pesadas bolsas negras ocultaban la sonrisa del cielo

Ocultando así la suya

Su silencio se rompió

Sus ojos cedieron

Su boca parecía gritar el odio de un universo

Plagas de llantos y sollozos

Derribaban pilares de una vida feliz

Una vida recreada por fuera

Así como tornándose pútrida

Mutando a una abominación

Torcida como su mente

Inmortal como su pulso

También recobraba fuerzas

Retomaba su postura

Sus llagas desaparecían

Sus miembros le regresaban

Su imagen tenia dos sombras

Distintas…

Sentía el calor humano

Distinguía entre sus brazos, los suyos

Lucas Craig

Bleeding Heart

Mi tan olvidado parsecs...tengo gasn de hacer, pero no se que...
Tendria que preparar la masa y ver qué se cocina..

"Tratando de llegar al corazón ajeno con mi propia mano

no genera mas que un derramamiento

sangre, libre de sentimientos"

Lucas Craig.

In The Fields Of The Steady Windmills

Un lugar tan pacifico que ni siquiera el trabajo existe.
Colinas tranquilas donde el sol aparece y desaparece como un viento que acaricia las colinas
El pasto mas liso y las nubes mas suaves.

Un lugar asi no existe....


Lucas Craig.

Robot

Otro robot. Fue hecho en el bondi, la mayoria de él. Empezo siendo un torso de mujer y se transformó completamente.

Lucas Craig.

sonidos mojados

Un grito de odio, dolor y angustia
provocan mas que un simple sonido
un rio de lagrimas contornean mejillas

Libera aunque no del todo
Encierra alguna parte de lo bueno
golpea pero no cambia mucho

Provoca un sentimiento aun mas profundo
por mas que una parte vuele

La corriente sigue
el aire cambia
los tiempos siguen igual

Mi adentro cambió.
Mas que suficiente.

Lucas Craig

Mutating Into Something Lively

Bocenteando en el colegio. No quiero dejar de dibujar, ni de pintar. Quiero terminar el colegio YA. Dedicarme a lo que me interesa de verdad, no lo que "necesito" o que me obligan...arte, eso necesito, y por eso también mi tiempo.

Dejemos de lado las reglas, usemos las ondas
Basta de leyes y orden, usemos la imaginacion
Perduremos, nos inmortalicemos.
Una sociedad de eternos,
Hombres, amaneceres y noches claras
Con estrellas y nosotros basta.

Lucas Craig.

Gris Y Aún Mas Deprimente.

Me tropiezo, casi caigo

Mi cara mojada, sigo caminando

Triste pero cierto, pienso

No dejo que se hunda

Hasta ahora todo lo visto es gris

Deambulando por acantilados de tiempo

Mi cabeza flota

Mi mirada me duele. Da pena

Sentir melancolía no se compara.

Él perdió su guante,

Gris como este día

Humilde como el hoy,

Perdido como el mañana

Me hiere los ojos

Mi corazón, mi alma

Alguien está aun más deprimido

La vida no es siempre de colores

Así como estas flores

Llenas de rencor por un enemigo de ataque tardío

Hielo, se siente como en casa

Contemplo el cambio

con mirada un paso afuera

No me siento eterno

Si gira, me petrifico

Si vuela me desplomo

Si ríe me golpea

Si es feliz, sigo así

Déjà vu? Error

Circuito cerrado

Circulo maldito

Rueda del infortunio

Afortunado soy

de pensar en él devuelta

El pesado guante

De pasado, no pisado

Aplastado, abandonado

Él me crea un presente

más vivo y cambiante

Un camino recto

Que seguirlo no cansa

Mis pies ya no están.

Al menos no los veo

Respiro por la boca

Amplia y sonriente

Como es posible?

Un sacrificio. Un mártir.

Inconsciente, tangible

Los globos azules

Abajo mío

Subo rápido

El algodón susurra

Mi piel aúlla

Mis dientes se despedazan

Mis labios se abren

Liberan mi fluido esencial

Mis extremidades fluyen

Como en un río inundado de aire

Se desvanecen

Con ellos mis sentimientos

No hay desesperación

No mas rencor ni resentimiento

No siento mi vieja compañera

Mi tan olvidada ya depresión

Lucas Craig.

Burning Spiral

Esta hecho con pastel, amarillo, rojo y naranja.
Lo regalé, pero por suerte me quedó esta foto.


Lucas Craig.

It was made with dry pastel, yellow, orange and red.
I gave it as a gift but I kept its picture.

Lucas Craig

Through The Gate I Shall Be Gone

Margaret Baldwin is my name. There’s no certainty on how old I am. Dead? Not yet I suppose. But I’m close to it, that’s a fact.

I have been standing behind this door for an eternity now and it seems that my staying will last for some more, This place, horrid. Lights? There’s none. Cold? Freezing to the bone. I can’t move, it feels like those dreams where you can’t scream of horror, no voice nor sound will come out of your mouth. Where you want to run to escape a fatal destiny but your legs move slowly and get slower with every second that passes you feel like taking yers to move an inch way from your ground.

I’m alone now but haven’t always been. There have been two opportunities now where I have had the company of different people. One, the first one, was an old man. Old, even older, so old he couldn't even remember his age. His face showed infinite centuries which had passed through him endless night and days that he could no longer enjoy. He did not speak and it was useless for me to speak to him. His eyes nevertheless revealed the beauty he had once had.

Such glitter was ever to be seen but in those huge pair of great lighthouses. Immense, blinding and serious at all times but carrying a certain touch of joy within. They reflected a picture of myself which I hadn’t stopped to examine for centuries. All of this open wounds just delved into my thousand wrinkle face

He didn't stay long but those were times were I could be, or some part of me, unaware of my situation and the atmosphere which surrounded my suffering being. Somehow his eyes shone with a kind of blissful light and revealed to mine apart from my physical twist of reality, the truth about the room. It was my height and there was space just enough for us both. The walls didn't seem like solid material and they weren't either stable or immutable. I could just imagine it re-shaped when someone else came in. Along with his years ran long times of his dwelling in this hole. He looked like a man who had been more than once in this place. Somehow I was sure it was going to be his last one.

There was a heavy door, more likely a gate. Ancient and dark as the creepy atmosphere which covered us both. It worked as entrance and exit. That's all I knew about it. He was gone.

Some long and deep thinking time passed be and the tribal shaped metal opened and the darkness gave some little space as she entered. Nine? Ten? I couldn't dare to ask, not even after she did with her soft but high pitched voice. I couldn't answer more accurately than "Much more than you I'm sure" She chuckled.

We could only exchange words for a little while. Her time was short here. That lovely and tranquil sound lasted until the end in my mind, for my old brain and eyes weren't able to take hold of her face for long. My memory of her lies in my ears. Once in a while I remember. Once in a while I'm comforted by her.

My chest hurts. My head bursts. This place has given me enough to think about and has shown me another picture of life that I hadn't seen in older times.This just doens’t feel normal. There's no joy to enjoy. Even colors have stayed behind.

Today I spit blood. Dark and thick. My blood, a bad signal. The end must be close. So much suffering is unfair. I want it to end...to end...My bones are already too weak to bear my own weight. I can feel my scalp, my veins are wrinkled and voluminous. I shake. I tremble. Oh God, can you hear me? Will you listen to my prayers? Do something! Tears splashed over my saggy cheeks. Their taste I could not even make out. I can sense bags below my eyes.

My lungs have shrunk and won't let sufficient air in. The gate is opening wide. I inspire deeply. I crawl outside but I am unable to describe the view. My eyes are dead. I think I’ve given my last breath. Everything turned so dark...so...dark... Her eyelids joined together.

Down below, in another dimension, in a hospital room a machine made a monotonous high pitched sound. The body lied peacefully immobile. Stone cold. A clean white sheet covered the departed.

Short story I had to write for English lesson. I liked the idea and I thank God that I had to finish writing it.
Comment!


Lucas Craig

New Era Genocide

Ways of murdering exist plenty, but the vilest clearly is abortion. Selfishness, unconsciousness and enclosed minds lead to the worst of them all. The "just for pleasure" use of sexual relationships ends up in a clear DEAD end operation, quite simple nowadays, but the situation created is much more complicated. The road is winding and there's no need to mark it with innocent blood.


As teenagers minds seems to grow in lots of different aspects they don't seem to acknowledge the consequences of a life lived before it's time. Sex, in the religious point of view will tell us that it is supposed to mean life, creation, human race, not just a pleasure killer method. Yes, it's meaning has become a way of killing time or in the "best" of cases, as a fountain of pleasure.

Young couples and the selling of condoms together are bringing death to all societies. They are all influenced by T.V. and internet because of pornographic web sited which depicture the sexual act as a normal and daily life activity. This new and false images create a fake scene in peoples minds and without thinking deep, they just copy. Being unaware is the worst mistake you can commit when you are young and still attending to school because if you end up pregnant there's not much of another way out than leaving the innocent creature to an adoptive family or take the operation.

This sequence of unfortunate and mistaken events leads to a massive web of suffering. The aborting does not only hurt the close-to-be-mother, but also the was-gonna-be-dad their parents, everyone involved is prejudiced. But above all this pain caused unconsciously stands a baby. A human life, thrown away. Slaughter. Murder. Annihilation. That's not a hyperbole for in the end abortion is killing a living being. Shocking? Shouldn't be doing it! This is a reality we have been and are living in these days.

Shocking? This theme goes on and just gets worse when we get into moral. What do you think about when you are trying to decide either to kill a baby or not? Life is unfair? Well it shouldn't be and could at least be a little better without this. Pictures of life are drawn delicately by Hemingway's "Hills Like White Elephants" The example given is the one I have been using all along. Lustful couple traveling around the world enjoying a mattress gets into confusion and complications as their plan of being a doublet gets sabotaged by a growing fetus. Options for the female part of the duet are either keep on living as she has been or accepting her gift of life inside of her without his male companion. Ups and downs of life, new tastes and different choices have to be made. Dangerous or courageous has to be, for it si a matter of life and death.

Let's change the motto and exclaim: "Live and let live!" We'll feel the ebbs and flows, pushes and tows in life, because that is something that awaits for us all. Life, we have too admit, it's a lot a times arbitrary, so why don't we just take advantage of those days? Life is given to us, won't we take it? Will we reject it?
Think of how happy you will be with someone who grows up on your arms. How happy he will be knowing he has loving parents who took care of him. Raise your head up and say no to abortion, yes to life.


This is an essay I've just written. Free theme, I chose abortion. We'll see what grade they put me :)

Lucas Craig.

Masquerade (progress)

Ah...me encanta, este dibujo lleva su tiempo, no solo de dibujar sino de pensar en q hacer, como etc.
Lo sigo cada tanto, pero este tenia que mostralo, hace un tiempo mostré los primeos pasos.

Lucas Craig.


Ah...I love it. This drawing take lots of my time, not only for drawing it but thinking how and what and where.
I add somethings once in a while, but I had to show the progress I had done since the last time I showed it to you.

Lucas Craig.

Unknown Dimension

Lo hice en las vacaciones de invierno, hace mucho que no hacia nada con pastel y aora estoy voelviendo e hice muchas cosas nuevas, quedaron buenas.

Ultimamente estoy inspirado. Me siento bien, estoy feliz. No necesito nada mas.


Lucas Craig.

I made this one on winter holidays, it had been a long time since I had last made some pastel work. Now I've come back to it nicely and done some new stuff which actually are very nice.

Lately I have been inspired. I'm feeling good, I'm happy. Don't need anything else.

Lucas Craig.

Neglected Angel

Está en proceso y le falta poco ya...

Espero que les guste. No tengo ni la mas mínima inspiración para escribir.

Lucas Craig.


This one is in process and it's almost done luckily.

I hope you like it. I'm all out of inspiration to write anything.

Lucas Craig.

Abandonned & Neglected

Eh aqui uno sin terminar. Como lo plantea el dibujo, el espantapajaros está abandonado asi como lo dejé yo.
Cuervos que nos van haciendo daño cuando deberian quedarse alejados. Un árbol que tampoco sirve de consuelo ni para cubrirse.
Impotencia. Sentirse clavado al piso sin poder reaccionar, sin saber como. Sentimos que nos faltan las manos.
Optimismo. Esa minima sonrisa que nos mantiene vivos en ESOS momentos.
Pero claro, no hay nadie al lado para ayudar. Nunca hay nadie. Nadie entiendo nuestra situcacion. ¿Queremos cambiar? ¿ellos quieren que cambiemos? No me parece. Vivamos como nunca.
Agarrá mi mano...


Lucas Craig.

Masquerade

Bueno, asi empezó este dibujo, ahora está mucho mejor, pero quiero mostrar el avance. Me encanta, lo sigo haciendo ahora, va a ser una serie de dibujos, planeo que salgan geniales.

Lucas Craig.

Well, this is how this drawing started, now it's much much better, but I wanted to show the progress. I love it, I'm still doing it ATM, I'm gonna make a series of drawings like this. I hope they end up being awesome.

Lucas Craig.

Outside Art

Este lo hice con Carolina (mi novia) en mi casa, en el pasto. Esta es solo una parte, ya voy a subir las otras. Violeta y naranja, hojas, frutos y otros regalos de la naturaleza.
Fue divertido, quedó lindo, me gusta, le gusta, les gusta, nos gusta. Perfecto.

Lucas Craig.


I made this one with Caroline (my girlfriend) at home, on the grass. This is just a small part of it, I'm about to upload the other parts of it. Violet and orange, leaves, fruits and other gifts of nature.
It was fun, it came out nice, I like it, she likes it, they like it, we like it. Perfect

Lucas Craig.

Cibernetic Space

Este espacio lo estoy creando hace un rato, ultimamente avancé mucho. La cosa es que tengo que hacerlo mas grande y que la energia que le puse se note mas, no solo por saberlo, sino verla.
Ahora lo estoy haciendo al revés, invertido.

Lucas Craig.





I have been creating this space for a while now, but lately I have made some major advances on it. The thing is that I have to do it much larger and maybe use some color to make the energy I put on it is reflected on the paper and the spectator appreciates it much more.
Now I'm doing it the other way round, the color inverted.

Lucas Craig.

EYES!

Mas ojos para mi blog. Es medio viejo, y usaba un pincel nuevo para mi.

No se que opinan.
Nuevo formato de blog! Les gusta?

Lucas Craig.

More eyes for my blog. It's kind of old, but i was trying a new brush.
What say you?
NEW BLOG FORMAT & IMAGE!

Like it?

Lucas Craig.

Dragon

Acá mi primer obra de parsecs. Lo hice primero en casa solo con alambre, despues mi profesora me dijo quele podia poner parsecs, que lo habia empezado a usar en el taller. Lo hice, y así quedo. Bastante bueno. Fue dificil hacer las cosas chiquitas.

Lucas Craig.

Here my first parsecs work. Actually what I did first was the dragon just with cables, and my teacher told me I could put parsecs on it, which I had started using a little time ago, so I did, and this is what I got.
Pretty nice. It was difficult to make the tiny parts.

Lucas Craig.

Eyes

Ojos de parsecs. Estuvo bueno pintarlos, queda bueno.




Estoy haciendo muchos, no se cual será su fin, pero algo haré.

Lucas Craig.



Parsecs eyes, it was good to paint them, the look better now.

I'm doing lots of them, don't know what for, but i'll do something with them.

Lucas Craig.

eön City

Bueno, es una futura ciudad, y como capaz que se ve, no hay habitantes. Por ahora.
Aca se supone que vivirán mis eöns, ahora de hecho, estoy haciendo este mismo, o casi mismo dibujo en grande, mucho mas grande.
Si se da, lo voy a hacer maqueta.

Lucas Craig.

Well, this is actually a future city, as maybe you can see, no one inhabits it, yet.
Here my eöns are supposed to live, now in fact, I'm doing the same or almost the same drawing in much bigger dimensions.
If the project goes on well, I'll do this drawing come to real life and I'll make a scale model of it.

Lucas Craig.

Dead Nature

Crisalidas, hojas y flores. Libélula y un insecto multicolor. Eso forma este espacio. Me gusta como queda en verde con el fuccia de los petalos.
Este puesto en mi escritorio, pero el color"madera" queda masomenos bine, no me quejo.

Lucas Craig.

5 chrysalis, leaves, flowers, multicolor insect and a firefly, are what conform this new space. I like the fuccia with the green leaves.
Its on my desk and I can't complai about the "wooden" color of it.

Lucas Craig.

Android

Bueno...que puedo decir? Simpre quise dibujar algo aprecido a eso, es un estilo Yo, Robot, me encanta ese tipo de robots.
Lo hice en clase, los dedos estan muy rectos y la punta muy doblada, tengo q cambiarlo :)

Lucas Craig.

Well, what can I say, I always wanted to draw something of the kind, its similar to I, Robot, I LOVE that kind of robots.
I made this one in class, the finger are a bit too straight except their tips, I'll have to change it. :)

Violet

Simpemente un día de prueba del acrílico violeta, nada de especial. Algunas cosas son lindas pero no es algo para venerar.
El acrílico esta bueno, acá lo usé sin agua.

Lucas Craig.

Simple a day when I was trying my new violet acrylic, nothing special, some things are nice but its nothing from out of this world.
This acrylic is nice, and here I used it without water. Just it.

Lucas Craig.

Firefly

Es una libelula, helicoptero, como les guste, sigue siendo una de esas. Esta hecha con lapiz, muchas liñitas bien chiquitas y claramente algunas mas oscuras que las otras para marcar el volumen.
Me gusta, pero podria estar mejor, no es grande no tiene mucho esfuerzo encima.

Comenten

Lucas Craig.

It's a firefly, or whatever you call it there, it's still one of those. It's pencil, very little lines, some darker than the other to define the volume of the object.
It's not that good, and it hasn't got a lot of effort on it, it's not big in size.
Comment.

Lucas Craig.

My Blue Flower

Es de parsecs...es chiquita y con el azul quedó muy buena. Es perfecta. Me encanta. No mas que decir.


Lucas Craig

Its made of parsecs...it's very small and painted in blue made it even better. It's perfect. I love it. Nothing else to add.

Lucas Craig.

eön

Mis ultimas creaciones son estas, eöns se llaman y también estan hechos de parsecs. Ésta es mujer no se si alguien en especial, creo que si, mi novia. Voy a hacer muchos y los voy a poner en un nuevo espacio que inventé.

Lucas Craig.

This is part of my last parsecs creation, eöns they are called, and this one is a woman, I don't know if someone specially, but I believe it is, my girlfriend.
I will do lots of them and put them in a new space that I've invented.

Lucas Craig.

Living Eye

Este es mi ojo de parsecs, hecho en base a mi dibujo, creo que ya lo subí.
Costó mucho hacerlo, el parsecs es deficil de manejar, es pegajoso, y aunque use crema, es complicado, de todos modos saió bueno y me gusta, tengo que ver todavía con que lo pinto.

Lucas Craig.

This is my parsecs eye, made due to my drawing that I believe I've already uploaded it, don´t remember. Parsecs is not easy to use or manipulate, its sticky and even if I use hand cream it's complicated, anyway it came out good after long hours of effort. I still have to think what to paint it with.

Lucas Craig.

Tattoo?

Bueno, es viejo este pero nunca subí lo q me hice encima mio. No siempre me sacaba fotos. Quedaban muy reales, y me hice 3 o 4 distintos.

Lucas Craig.

Well, it's an old one but I never uploaded the things I drew on me. I didn't always take pictures of them, they seemed like a real tattoo and I made 3 or 4 different one me.

Lucas Craig.

3 people

Tirando pintura, hay 3 personas que si miran bien, se notan. No son tan claras, obviamente, pero se ven.

Lucas Craig.

Throwing paint on the paper. There are 3 people in there, if you look in detail you will see them. They are not that clear obviously, but you can see them.

Lucas Craig.

Iöns

Mi última creación. Los hice en clase de biología. Tenia ganas de inventar algunos personajes así. Esto es lo que salió. Hice unos de mis iöns en parsecs. quedó bueno.

Lucas Craig.

My last creation. I made these in biology class xD I wanted to invent a new kind of characters. This is what came out. I made one of them in "parsecs" it's kinda cool.

Lucas Craig.

Hoy hice una mini muestra de arte en mi curso. A mi profesora, a mis compañeros y a mí nos gustó...Llevé mis cosas de parsecs, y dibujos y pinturas. Estuvo bueno, pero no habia preparación ni nada, de todas formas estuvo lindo.

Lucas Craig.


Today I made a mini art presentation. I took my "parsecs" stuff and my drawings and paintings. No preparation at all, but anyway everything went OK. My teacher, school mates and I liked it. It was nice.

Lucas Craig.