"The dreadnought, probably scoping from afar, had an impressive precision. A huge ray of plasma felt on the being. It took a defensive position, but the damage was done. Its regenerative abilities were not a match for the powerful beam of energy. Its now burning flesh was falling apart from the massive bones. The powerful entity screamed in agony..."
Excerpt from my book, free on kindle unlimited, 3 US dollars the digital version, and 10 the printed one (hint: free digital version when you get the printed one)
What can I say? I love drawing demons and hideous things.
When I was in secondary school, my folks were traversing a rather bad economic situation; they sent me to a Federal school. I was a little weakling boy, easy picking for the more rude boys in there. Why? Bullying had always been present in every family and schools, and we can add to this situation the gap (or disparities) between the middle class and the poor class in Mexico; most of them were jealous of me, even if we were facing adverse economic times, they were doing worse, and up to that point, I was still a young innocent lad, but everybody needs to survive.
I got into fights, I learnt that sometimes the only way that your school mates stop bullying you is to give them some retaliation, but still they keep on fucking. In such cases you need to build a reputation.
Drawing was always something that I did great (to some extents and compared to my peers), and I remember that at that time, the X files were the shit.
I still remember an episode about two young satanic girls with great, almost, mutant powers:
So, I embraced, at that time, the whole satanic idea, and would often draw pentagrams everywhere, and even ask to buy my friend's souls (some of them gave them to me for free), but it was... you know... the publicity that I was given to myself in order to get a niche in that cruel environment, and due to our simpler minds I was eventually accepted as one of the cool/freak kids
My spanish teacher thought that I was really into that. I still remember her scared face, she looked like a chihuahua.
And now that I was thinking of it, it is funny how the world revolves on different ideas that somehow are imprinted in many different people who later show their different end results (books, video games, or movies). At that time it was the UFO/supernatural, then probably the vampires (due to Anne Rice), then the gay vampires (due to that other writer), and briefly a lapse of werewolves vs vampires, afterwards: the hype for fantasy with (TLOR), and some HP in the middle, then the end of the world (on its multiple set of dates), then zombies... which leaves us with... Demons, again? (The nun, very bad movie, and bird box)
Yeah, they are nice. But I sometimes prefer the "old school movies" with bad assess, and sometimes femmes fatales. Sex, bullets, and high speed chases, what's wrong with that?
Do you remember this magazine?
It might look scary at first, but trust me, they are just a bunch of fat nerds who think that they are bikers. The great thing about these magazines is that they have reunited, for so long, many great artists, and some of the work is truly amazing... I was trying to look for a very old one (1981... perhaps) that got lost at my parent's (my mother probably throw it away).
The important point that I was trying to make was that if you look into their former editions (1975 and further), you will see that there is a lot of bad art. Don't get me wrong, there are pieces of art in there, but there is a lot of garbage. And the good ones published perhaps 3 or 4 pages per month, and you know, that was when there were no digital painting software available... what I meant to say is that the human mind can be really talented and creative. The other thing that I should say, is that I need to finish my second book...
Anyway
Happy new year and blah blah blah
See you around.
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