These Love Chains

A few minutes ago I received an email with this message:

“Tonight, right during midnight your true love will realize that she really LOVES YOU!!!

Something will happen to you between 11:00 and 12:00 am. Tomorrow you’ll receive the biggest shock of your lives. If you break this chain, you’ll have a lot of bad luck in love for the next few years.

Resend this to 15 people in 15 minutes.

COPY AND PASTE IT… DO NOT FORWARD THIS AND YOU’LL SEE WHAT HAPPENS.”

I’ve received many emails like this one in these recent months.

I understand that friends that send me these chains are worried that I’m single, without a partner ... that want me to find someone with whom I can share everything I have to offer, because I truly deserve to be happy. To all these friends, I’m really grateful for your good will and it’s not my intention to make you think otherwise about my loneliness but ... think about the fact that I NEVER resend chains. I neither have the time nor the will of looking for 15 or 10 or 20 contacts from my list to send the spiritually profound thought to, followed by a sentence of bad luck if I don’t fulfill the condition of resending it. Now… and if that was true?

What would happen if the chain in question ACTUALLY affects my life? What would happen if a strike of bad luck truly falls on me for having “broken” the chain? Then technically the fault that I’m alone and can’t find someone special would be YOURS...Yeeeah! all because of sending me cursed sentences of bad luck packaged in emotive emails that talk about faith, true love and hope in those that surround us.

So please... if you’re really concerned about my loneliness and want me to be happy and that I have good tidings in love ... introduce me to a pretty girl and together we can decide if we share something or not… friends, neighbors, even cousins! But please, stop sending me those charming “good wishes” in chain mails.

I truly like you all ... even though I don’t chat for hours on end, I truly appreciate that you all can be there when I need you, do not send chains that “demonstrate” to me that you care for me, I’d prefer you to tell me personally.

A girl like the one in the drawing would help me not to feel alone.

Is work so bad that you get paid to do it?

For a lot of people, spending their time working is horrible. The sole fact of thinking that they HAVE to get out of their comfy bed to move their asses to a distant place, with cold walls and opaque crystals, in which the only thing that seems to grow is the ulcer in their stomach, is not encouraging for anybody.

When I see questions on msn such as “What are you doing?” the answer is the same most of the time ... “Here, working like there’s not tomorrow”. None the less, this is due to a cultural tradition that tells us to do stuff in which we are suitable, in or out of our home, for which we receive an income that may be fixed or not, invariably, this activity is WORK.

Although... what I really do is not work, NOT in the sense of an obligation that one HAS to fulfill, neither the fact of having to work to live. One thinks that his life is extremely boring, when each time someone interestedly asks you “What have you done?” and the answer is always the same … “Drawing”.

Not knowing which are the hip songs, not being used to going “…to party…”

Sharing the scarce night life with special persons, interesting ones or loved ones… drinking coffee or eating a bowl of fries in a place where you listen to whispering from other people while you listen to jazz or Cuban music in the background … they’re activities that normal people consider … boring.

Even though, when seen from a different point of view... Living surrounded by sexy chicks who wear clothes that are basically tattooed on and are always flirty … making a bunny with multi-homicidal aspirations throw carrots like kunais at their victims, coloring machines that make ice pops, coloring dragons that spit fireballs, mummies that run rampantly at 4x4 trucks, or creating eastern environments for fat cows that perform Olympic disciplines, dressing two girls with halos and demon tails in pirate suits, showing a pair of black and ripped off wings a little bit … make life become really fun.

I’m a draughtsman ... illustrator to be more specific. But it’s not something that I do from 9:00 to 18:00 hrs, I don’t do it seeking to fulfill a toll, nor is it recognition my final goal. IT’S NOT something I do because I’m obliged to. Even when I suffer from blockades, which my great friends have helped me overcome..., drawing has been, is and will be my greatest pleasure.

The images that illustrate this entry, are sketches made for some years, almost all of them are old, but I believe they say a lot. They’re part of my dark wings.