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Spot para el @bitbangclub 👀
Gracias gracias gracias @barbaracerro__ por invitarme a trabajar en la imagen del festi este año 🫶
Conocer el festival en el 2020 fue para mí un punto bisagra, una serie de baldazos de inspiración que me llegaron desde la pantalla y me llenaron de hambre, curiosidad y ganas de desarrollarme en este oficio.
Entre dar un taller y hacer póster, spot, diseño de assets y publicaciones varias fue el proyecto más grande que me tocó encarar hasta ahora, no podría haberlo hecho sin mis amigues que me estuvieron ayudando acá y allá.
Para @patronaria mención especial, colaboró en el diseño y armado de los assets para las publicaciones y me prestó oído y consejo en cada una de las instancias.
A @sulkian @vj.thor @cardalian @sopa.pdf @lucas.spataro @paulsende gracias, todes me dieron de su tiempo y talento para ayudarme a resolver todo tipo de enriedos.
Gracias @____qiri por tu manija y el sonido hermoso que creaste para el spot.
Gracias @j_u_l_x por estar ahí gestionando y ayudándome a llegar con tiempo y forma a las fechas en este último tramo.
Gracias @miss.erias por ayudar con la gestión del taller!
When you have that piece
that you thought you were missing,
and when you get that part
you were dying to play…
When you reach the place
where life just seems easy,
and get listed on charts
with the sun and its rays…
When you complete the set,
down to every last card,
when you reach the peak,
no matter with whom or what…
When you have forgotten
why you first set off,
when the air is so thin
you can’t sing, just cough.
When you suddenly feel lonely
surrounded by heights,
higher than highest
(short were your sights).
When you have noone to share the blankets of nights,
under the twinkling dancers of light,
then you will know: it’s your own hand that bites,
we are not always the best at choosing our fights.
It’s important to stretch but also to fold:
if you are all for sale, which part will you hold?
Of all of the things we are frequently told,
are your dreams yours or is it the pack that they sold?
A mold so old it stains you with mold…
Would you change your moles for moldings of gold?
Mowing the jungle until there’s nothing but lawn,
brushing your voice until it’s only a yawn…
And gone!
Gone be the things, the people, the lives…
The juiciest of fruits no juicier than chives!
The rings and the bones, heavy as stones!
The silver cast spoons and the fragile spiked thrones.
All of the honey drained dry from the hives,
Your silky bed threads replaced by sharp knives.
And that might seem gloomy,
a bottomless pit,
yet it’s more like a hallway of networks that split.
A gentle reminder you’ll suddenly find:
every branch branches in time.
Part made by chaos, part by design,
I hope one day you’ll say: this tree sure was mine.
When you have that piece
that you thought you were missing,
and when you get that part
you were dying to play…
When you reach the place
where life just seems easy,
and get listed on charts
with the sun and its rays…
When you complete the set,
down to every last card,
when you reach the peak,
no matter with whom or what…
When you have forgotten
why you first set off,
when the air is so thin
you can’t sing, just cough.
When you suddenly feel lonely
surrounded by heights,
higher than highest
(short were your sights).
When you have noone to share the blankets of nights,
under the twinkling dancers of light,
then you will know: it’s your own hand that bites,
we are not always the best at choosing our fights.
It’s important to stretch but also to fold:
if you are all for sale, which part will you hold?
Of all of the things we are frequently told,
are your dreams yours or is it the pack that they sold?
A mold so old it stains you with mold…
Would you change your moles for moldings of gold?
Mowing the jungle until there’s nothing but lawn,
brushing your voice until it’s only a yawn…
And gone!
Gone be the things, the people, the lives…
The juiciest of fruits no juicier than chives!
The rings and the bones, heavy as stones!
The silver cast spoons and the fragile spiked thrones.
All of the honey drained dry from the hives,
Your silky bed threads replaced by sharp knives.
And that might seem gloomy,
a bottomless pit,
yet it’s more like a hallway of networks that split.
A gentle reminder you’ll suddenly find:
every branch branches in time.
Part made by chaos, part by design,
I hope one day you’ll say: this tree sure was mine.
When you have that piece
that you thought you were missing,
and when you get that part
you were dying to play…
When you reach the place
where life just seems easy,
and get listed on charts
with the sun and its rays…
When you complete the set,
down to every last card,
when you reach the peak,
no matter with whom or what…
When you have forgotten
why you first set off,
when the air is so thin
you can’t sing, just cough.
When you suddenly feel lonely
surrounded by heights,
higher than highest
(short were your sights).
When you have noone to share the blankets of nights,
under the twinkling dancers of light,
then you will know: it’s your own hand that bites,
we are not always the best at choosing our fights.
It’s important to stretch but also to fold:
if you are all for sale, which part will you hold?
Of all of the things we are frequently told,
are your dreams yours or is it the pack that they sold?
A mold so old it stains you with mold…
Would you change your moles for moldings of gold?
Mowing the jungle until there’s nothing but lawn,
brushing your voice until it’s only a yawn…
And gone!
Gone be the things, the people, the lives…
The juiciest of fruits no juicier than chives!
The rings and the bones, heavy as stones!
The silver cast spoons and the fragile spiked thrones.
All of the honey drained dry from the hives,
Your silky bed threads replaced by sharp knives.
And that might seem gloomy,
a bottomless pit,
yet it’s more like a hallway of networks that split.
A gentle reminder you’ll suddenly find:
every branch branches in time.
Part made by chaos, part by design,
I hope one day you’ll say: this tree sure was mine.
When you have that piece
that you thought you were missing,
and when you get that part
you were dying to play…
When you reach the place
where life just seems easy,
and get listed on charts
with the sun and its rays…
When you complete the set,
down to every last card,
when you reach the peak,
no matter with whom or what…
When you have forgotten
why you first set off,
when the air is so thin
you can’t sing, just cough.
When you suddenly feel lonely
surrounded by heights,
higher than highest
(short were your sights).
When you have noone to share the blankets of nights,
under the twinkling dancers of light,
then you will know: it’s your own hand that bites,
we are not always the best at choosing our fights.
It’s important to stretch but also to fold:
if you are all for sale, which part will you hold?
Of all of the things we are frequently told,
are your dreams yours or is it the pack that they sold?
A mold so old it stains you with mold…
Would you change your moles for moldings of gold?
Mowing the jungle until there’s nothing but lawn,
brushing your voice until it’s only a yawn…
And gone!
Gone be the things, the people, the lives…
The juiciest of fruits no juicier than chives!
The rings and the bones, heavy as stones!
The silver cast spoons and the fragile spiked thrones.
All of the honey drained dry from the hives,
Your silky bed threads replaced by sharp knives.
And that might seem gloomy,
a bottomless pit,
yet it’s more like a hallway of networks that split.
A gentle reminder you’ll suddenly find:
every branch branches in time.
Part made by chaos, part by design,
I hope one day you’ll say: this tree sure was mine.
When you have that piece
that you thought you were missing,
and when you get that part
you were dying to play…
When you reach the place
where life just seems easy,
and get listed on charts
with the sun and its rays…
When you complete the set,
down to every last card,
when you reach the peak,
no matter with whom or what…
When you have forgotten
why you first set off,
when the air is so thin
you can’t sing, just cough.
When you suddenly feel lonely
surrounded by heights,
higher than highest
(short were your sights).
When you have noone to share the blankets of nights,
under the twinkling dancers of light,
then you will know: it’s your own hand that bites,
we are not always the best at choosing our fights.
It’s important to stretch but also to fold:
if you are all for sale, which part will you hold?
Of all of the things we are frequently told,
are your dreams yours or is it the pack that they sold?
A mold so old it stains you with mold…
Would you change your moles for moldings of gold?
Mowing the jungle until there’s nothing but lawn,
brushing your voice until it’s only a yawn…
And gone!
Gone be the things, the people, the lives…
The juiciest of fruits no juicier than chives!
The rings and the bones, heavy as stones!
The silver cast spoons and the fragile spiked thrones.
All of the honey drained dry from the hives,
Your silky bed threads replaced by sharp knives.
And that might seem gloomy,
a bottomless pit,
yet it’s more like a hallway of networks that split.
A gentle reminder you’ll suddenly find:
every branch branches in time.
Part made by chaos, part by design,
I hope one day you’ll say: this tree sure was mine.
Escenita rapida mientras intento (una y otra vez) imprimir una lampara/gargola.
Este verano me enamore de la saga de Terramar asi que hay algun que otro mago dando vueltas por el imaginario.
Escenita rapida mientras intento (una y otra vez) imprimir una lampara/gargola.
Este verano me enamore de la saga de Terramar asi que hay algun que otro mago dando vueltas por el imaginario.
Escenita rapida mientras intento (una y otra vez) imprimir una lampara/gargola.
Este verano me enamore de la saga de Terramar asi que hay algun que otro mago dando vueltas por el imaginario.
Escenita rapida mientras intento (una y otra vez) imprimir una lampara/gargola.
Este verano me enamore de la saga de Terramar asi que hay algun que otro mago dando vueltas por el imaginario.
Escenita rapida mientras intento (una y otra vez) imprimir una lampara/gargola.
Este verano me enamore de la saga de Terramar asi que hay algun que otro mago dando vueltas por el imaginario.
2 años tarde el posteo 😅
Aquí mi participación para Iconic.mp3 de @emiliamernes, dirigido por @julitaconde 💿🩷
1. Render final2
2. Primer blocking
3 y 4 primeras ideas
4 y 6 proceso
7 y 8 stills
2 años tarde el posteo 😅
Aquí mi participación para Iconic.mp3 de @emiliamernes, dirigido por @julitaconde 💿🩷
1. Render final2
2. Primer blocking
3 y 4 primeras ideas
4 y 6 proceso
7 y 8 stills
2 años tarde el posteo 😅
Aquí mi participación para Iconic.mp3 de @emiliamernes, dirigido por @julitaconde 💿🩷
1. Render final2
2. Primer blocking
3 y 4 primeras ideas
4 y 6 proceso
7 y 8 stills
2 años tarde el posteo 😅
Aquí mi participación para Iconic.mp3 de @emiliamernes, dirigido por @julitaconde 💿🩷
1. Render final2
2. Primer blocking
3 y 4 primeras ideas
4 y 6 proceso
7 y 8 stills
2 años tarde el posteo 😅
Aquí mi participación para Iconic.mp3 de @emiliamernes, dirigido por @julitaconde 💿🩷
1. Render final2
2. Primer blocking
3 y 4 primeras ideas
4 y 6 proceso
7 y 8 stills
2 años tarde el posteo 😅
Aquí mi participación para Iconic.mp3 de @emiliamernes, dirigido por @julitaconde 💿🩷
1. Render final2
2. Primer blocking
3 y 4 primeras ideas
4 y 6 proceso
7 y 8 stills
2 años tarde el posteo 😅
Aquí mi participación para Iconic.mp3 de @emiliamernes, dirigido por @julitaconde 💿🩷
1. Render final2
2. Primer blocking
3 y 4 primeras ideas
4 y 6 proceso
7 y 8 stills
2 años tarde el posteo 😅
Aquí mi participación para Iconic.mp3 de @emiliamernes, dirigido por @julitaconde 💿🩷
1. Render final2
2. Primer blocking
3 y 4 primeras ideas
4 y 6 proceso
7 y 8 stills
EL JARDÍN DE LUDEN
Próxima exhibición
Una relectura contemporánea de aquel paraíso imposible, ilustrada por el artista @marcuscus3d y creada para dialogar con el universo Luden.
Un refugio donde el deseo es paisaje, el juego es lenguaje y lo íntimo existe sin culpa ni jerarquías.
PRÓXIMAMENTE 🦑🌸
📍 Av Córdoba 4572 -
Arte y diseño 3D @marcuscus3d
Texto por @silvana_de_bernardis
Direccion creativa @camilajjulieta
#arte #ilustración #exhibición #buenosairesargentina #villacrespo
EL JARDÍN DE LUDEN
Próxima exhibición
Una relectura contemporánea de aquel paraíso imposible, ilustrada por el artista @marcuscus3d y creada para dialogar con el universo Luden.
Un refugio donde el deseo es paisaje, el juego es lenguaje y lo íntimo existe sin culpa ni jerarquías.
PRÓXIMAMENTE 🦑🌸
📍 Av Córdoba 4572 -
Arte y diseño 3D @marcuscus3d
Texto por @silvana_de_bernardis
Direccion creativa @camilajjulieta
#arte #ilustración #exhibición #buenosairesargentina #villacrespo
EL JARDÍN DE LUDEN
Próxima exhibición
Una relectura contemporánea de aquel paraíso imposible, ilustrada por el artista @marcuscus3d y creada para dialogar con el universo Luden.
Un refugio donde el deseo es paisaje, el juego es lenguaje y lo íntimo existe sin culpa ni jerarquías.
PRÓXIMAMENTE 🦑🌸
📍 Av Córdoba 4572 -
Arte y diseño 3D @marcuscus3d
Texto por @silvana_de_bernardis
Direccion creativa @camilajjulieta
#arte #ilustración #exhibición #buenosairesargentina #villacrespo
EL JARDÍN DE LUDEN
Próxima exhibición
Una relectura contemporánea de aquel paraíso imposible, ilustrada por el artista @marcuscus3d y creada para dialogar con el universo Luden.
Un refugio donde el deseo es paisaje, el juego es lenguaje y lo íntimo existe sin culpa ni jerarquías.
PRÓXIMAMENTE 🦑🌸
📍 Av Córdoba 4572 -
Arte y diseño 3D @marcuscus3d
Texto por @silvana_de_bernardis
Direccion creativa @camilajjulieta
#arte #ilustración #exhibición #buenosairesargentina #villacrespo
EL JARDÍN DE LUDEN
Próxima exhibición
Una relectura contemporánea de aquel paraíso imposible, ilustrada por el artista @marcuscus3d y creada para dialogar con el universo Luden.
Un refugio donde el deseo es paisaje, el juego es lenguaje y lo íntimo existe sin culpa ni jerarquías.
PRÓXIMAMENTE 🦑🌸
📍 Av Córdoba 4572 -
Arte y diseño 3D @marcuscus3d
Texto por @silvana_de_bernardis
Direccion creativa @camilajjulieta
#arte #ilustración #exhibición #buenosairesargentina #villacrespo
[ʙʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - ɢᴀʟᴇʀɪ́ᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀ]
@estoesblenderclub nos invitó a crear una galería interactiva de diferentes artistas para su festival en @deseobsas
💭Artista invitado @marcuscus3d
#3d #touchdesigner #interactive #newmedia #digitalart
[ʙʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - ɢᴀʟᴇʀɪ́ᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀ]
@estoesblenderclub nos invitó a crear una galería interactiva de diferentes artistas para su festival en @deseobsas
💭Artista invitado @marcuscus3d
#3d #touchdesigner #interactive #newmedia #digitalart
[ʙʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - ɢᴀʟᴇʀɪ́ᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀ]
@estoesblenderclub nos invitó a crear una galería interactiva de diferentes artistas para su festival en @deseobsas
💭Artista invitado @marcuscus3d
#3d #touchdesigner #interactive #newmedia #digitalart
[ʙʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - ɢᴀʟᴇʀɪ́ᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀ]
@estoesblenderclub nos invitó a crear una galería interactiva de diferentes artistas para su festival en @deseobsas
💭Artista invitado @marcuscus3d
#3d #touchdesigner #interactive #newmedia #digitalart
[ʙʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - ɢᴀʟᴇʀɪ́ᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀ]
@estoesblenderclub nos invitó a crear una galería interactiva de diferentes artistas para su festival en @deseobsas
💭Artista invitado @marcuscus3d
#3d #touchdesigner #interactive #newmedia #digitalart
[ʙʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - ɢᴀʟᴇʀɪ́ᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀ]
@estoesblenderclub nos invitó a crear una galería interactiva de diferentes artistas para su festival en @deseobsas
💭Artista invitado @marcuscus3d
#3d #touchdesigner #interactive #newmedia #digitalart
[ʙʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - ɢᴀʟᴇʀɪ́ᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀ]
@estoesblenderclub nos invitó a crear una galería interactiva de diferentes artistas para su festival en @deseobsas
💭Artista invitado @marcuscus3d
#3d #touchdesigner #interactive #newmedia #digitalart
[ʙʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - ɢᴀʟᴇʀɪ́ᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀ]
@estoesblenderclub nos invitó a crear una galería interactiva de diferentes artistas para su festival en @deseobsas
💭Artista invitado @marcuscus3d
#3d #touchdesigner #interactive #newmedia #digitalart
[ʙʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - ɢᴀʟᴇʀɪ́ᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀ]
@estoesblenderclub nos invitó a crear una galería interactiva de diferentes artistas para su festival en @deseobsas
💭Artista invitado @marcuscus3d
#3d #touchdesigner #interactive #newmedia #digitalart
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