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tag: inktober2017

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#inktober2017, dia 21. “No he querido saber, pero he sabido que una de las niñas, cuando ya no era niña y no hacía mucho que había regresado de su viaje de bodas, entró en el cuarto de baño, se puso frente al espejo, se abrió la blusa, se quitó el sostén y se buscó el corazón con la punta de la pistola de su propio padre, que estaba en el comedor con parte de la familia y tres invitados. Cuando se oyó la detonación, unos cinco minutos después de que la niña hubiera abandonado la mesa, el padre no se levantó en seguida, sino que se quedó durante algunos segundos paralizado con la boca llena, sin atreverse a masticar ni a tragar ni menos aún a devolver el bocado al plato; y cuando por fin se alzó y corrió hacia el cuarto de baño, los que lo siguieron vieron cómo mientras descubría el cuerpo ensangrentado de su hija y se echaba las manos a la cabeza iba pasando el bocado de carne de un lado a otro de la boca, sin saber todavía qué hacer con él. Llevaba la servilleta en la mano, y no la soltó hasta que al cabo de un rato reparó en el sostén tirado sobre el bidet, y entonces lo cubrió con el paño que tenía a mano o tenía en la mano y sus labios habían manchado, como si le diera más vergüenza la visión de la prenda íntima que la del cuerpo derribado y semidesnudo con el que la prenda había estado en contacto hasta hacía muy poco: el cuerpo sentado a la mesa o alejándose por el pasillo o también de pie.” – Corazón tan blanco, Javier Marías…#inktober #ink #inkdrawing #inkillustration #inkart #blackink #illustration #drawing #artchallenge #artpractice #inktoberbrasil #ilustracao #desenho #nanquim #canetananquim #canetapincel #literatura #javiermarias #rabisco #rabiscologia #waterbrush #mystaedtler

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#inktober2017, dia 20. “Papa supports art and the artists. What he engages in is business. Well, lords often engage in business, too, and then Papa’s dealings are of absolute refinement. He buys and sells paintings. We have very beautiful paintings in our house. The point of Father’s business, I think, is this: the artists, as a rule, understand nothing about business, or, for some reason or other, they aren’t allowed to understand anything about it. Or it is this: the world is big and coldhearted. The world never thinks about the existence of artists. That’s where my father comes in, worldly-wise, with all sorts of important connections, and in suitable and clever fashion, he draws the attention of this world, which has perhaps no need at all for art, to art and to artists who are starving. Father often looks down upon his buyers. But he often looks down upon the artists, too. It all depends.” – The Little Berliner (Selected Stories), Robert Walser (Trad. Harriett Watts)…#inktober #ink #inkdrawing #inkillustration #inkart #blackink #illustration #drawing #artchallenge #artpractice #inktoberbrasil #ilustracao #desenho #nanquim #canetananquim #canetapincel #literatura #robertwalser #rabisco #rabiscologia #linedrawing #sakurakoi #waterbrush

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#inktober2017, dia 19. “—A merchant, Stephen said, is one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew or gentile, is he not?—They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy said gravely. And you can see the darkness in their eyes. And that is why they are wanderers on the earth to this day.On the steps of the Paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting prices on their gemmed fingers. Gabble of geese. They swarmed loud, uncouth about the temple, their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk hats. Not theirs: these clothes, this speech, these gestures. Their full slow eyes belied the words, the gestures eager and unoffending, but knew the rancours massed about them and knew their zeal was vain. Vain patience to heap and hoard. Time surely would scatter all. A hoard heaped by the roadside: plundered and passing on. Their eyes knew their years of wandering and, patient, knew the dishonours of their flesh.—Who has not? Stephen said.—What do you mean? Mr Deasy asked.He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell sideways open uncertainly. Is this old wisdom? He waits to hear from me.—History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle: goal. What if that nightmare gave you a back kick?—The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human history moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God.Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:—That is God.Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!—What? Mr Deasy asked.—A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.” – Ulysses, James Joyce…#inktober #ink #inkdrawing #inkillustration #inkart #blackink #illustration #drawing #artchallenge #artpractice #inktoberbrasil #ilustracao #desenho #nanquim #canetananquim #canetapincel #literatura #jamesjoyce #ulysses #stephendedalus #rabisco #rabiscologia #linedrawing #mystaedtler

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#inktober2017, dia 18. “‘Mind,’ he began again, lifting one arm from the elbow, the palm of the hand outwards, so that, with his legs folded before him, he had the pose of a Buddha preaching in European clothes and without a lotus-flower–‘Mind, none of us would feel exactly like this. What saves us is efficiency–the devotion to efficiency. But these chaps were not much account, really. They were no colonists; their administration was merely a squeeze, and nothing more, I suspect. They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force– nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others. They grabbed what they could get for the sake of what was to be got. It was just robbery with violence, aggravated murder on a great scale, and men going at it blind–as is very proper for those who tackle a darkness. The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the back of it; not a sentimental pretense but an idea; and an unselfish belief in the idea–something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to…'” – Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad..#inktober #ink #inkdrawing #inkillustration #inkart #blackink #illustration #drawing #artchallenge #artpractice #inktoberbrasil #josephconrad #heartofdarkness #literatura #literature #books #rabisco #rabiscologia #desenho #ilustracao #nanquim #canetananquim #waterbrush

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#inktober2017, dia 17. “em vão te inclinas pedagogicamenteo mundo jamais compreenderá a obliquidade dos bêbados ou o mergulho dos suicídas” – Pisa: a torre (Geografia pessoal), José Paulo Paes..#inktober #ink #inkdrawing #inkillustration #inkart #blackink #illustration #drawing #artchallenge #artpractice #inktoberbrasil #poesia #literatura #josepaulopaes #rabisco #rabiscologia #desenho #ilustracao #nanquim #canetananquim #waterbrush #canetapincel #waterbrushpen #flying

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