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It all started the day I had to draw an unknown girl. I used to draw people, but they were invented people or myself, I didn't used to draw another people. It was the year 2008 if memory does not fail me. At that time I was part of the Association of Draughts of Argentina that participated that year with a stand of the IX Advertising Expo.

I was accompanying a great artist and illustrator, Pablo Fernandez, who was drawing those who asked for a portrait. At one point, too many people gathered and he told me: "You get to draw too." I almost died of embarrassment, I had never drawn live, but between running away and making a secuence and overcoming my fear, I chose the latter.

In the row was a little girl accompanied by her dad. She looked a little shy and her dad encouraged her to come over and say something to me. Finally he came and told me that he wanted me to draw her, but not to do it with a lot of cheeks, because they had recently made a caricature and made her with so much cheeks that she looked like Gaturro. Of course, I thought, traditional caricature tends to exaggerate the features of a face to deformation. I smiled and told him not to worry, that with the beautiful eyes and loops he had, it was not necessary to draw big cheeks. When I gave her the picture, she liked it very much and took it with joy.
We forget to photograph a meeting with friends so I portrayed the meeting in Bigheaded version later.

That experience marked me a lot. It was several years before I started with the Bigheaded project, but the memory of this child who was afraid that I drew her like Gaturro was still fresh. I consider that all people are beautiful, that beauty is plural and singular, which has absolutely nothing to do with the stereotypes that society has adopted as an example. We all have beautiful characteristic features, those are the ones that I look for when I draw a Bigheaded.
I have created an album on Facebook where I am uploading every work done. You can view it by clicking HERE. I do not put the actual photograph of people to compare because it is very personal, I prefer that they see them as I do: beautiful.

Here is a series of useful questions and answers in case you want your Bigheaded version:

¿What options do I have to characterize my Bigheaded?
You can choose the hairstyle, the clothes, the attitude or something that you want to have and that characterizes you.

¿Is it enough if I send you one photo?
No. To familiarize myself with the face I need to see several photos from different angles; Anyway the last word about the features I mentioned before is yours.

¿Has it to be a single person?
No. They can be two or more people or even pets, in this case we would have to coordinate sooner as the value would vary.

¿How long does the service take?
From the moment I receive the payment notification, it can be between 24-48hs. In the case of individual Bigheadeed.

¿What do I get once you finish the job?
I send you by mail three files: JPG in chord format to use in profile in the networks, JPG in high resolution in case you want to print it and PNG with transparent background to be able to mount it on another photograph, image, etc.

You can purchase your Bigheaded version by clicking HERE.

As always, thank you very much for coming.
I hope you have a beautiful day and look very beautiful when you look in the mirror.

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I've begun my third year with the method created by Ryder Carroll as a daily organizer, planner, habit tracker, etc. The truth is that I'm so in love as the first day. If you haven't read my previous posts about it, here is the FIRST ONE and the SECOND ONE. I don't want to repeat myself but...  Thank you Tatiana and Walter for letting me know about this brilliant method!!!

My BuJo in the workshop.

Now I start to show you a few changes that I've made in my BuJo's format. It is the better of the world, to be able to adapt it according to the needs of every stage.

This year, I choose to make it all with black ink and drawing a few flowers as a decoration in some pages. I added the front pages for each month. In the next page, I draw a classic calender with the lunar phases; behind it I take note of the important dates. 

Later I make the vertical design for the month to record those tasks or events with a precise date; and in the following page I arm a scheme to take record of the expenses and expirations. 

Something that I incorporated in a monthly way is the record of daily gratefulnesses, is something very nice to do and of reading later.

Another change is the incorporation of a weekly planner. It's very useful to organize my week, visually practical. I minimized the habit tracker to the most important ones and I added it next to the weekly planner. I left space to take notes in the bottom of the page. 

I started the year in a lazy mode as you may see. 

And finally, the daily log, In whose title I record: the date, the day of the week, the schedule in which I wake up and the quantity of water that I drink. Below, as always, the tasks, notes and events. 

I hope you have liked this post, I promise to do another with the collections, which I chose to leave them behind everything in order that they were not remaining inserted with the planning.

If you want to see how I planned march step by step, click HERE  to watch the video on my YouTube channel.

Do you use this organization method? Did you like some of the ideas of the style that I chose this year?

Thank you so much for reading and have a nice day. 
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There is years that are more difficult than others, that test the patience and the good humor. That we hope they end quickly, as if it was something tangible that changing almanac could make a species of clean slate. 2016 has been a difficult year for me. I was about to write about it here, to take the bad mood out. But I controlled myself because if I have to choose the truth is that the good things has always weighed more in my scale.
So I am grateful for the educations learned on this year and most of all for all the things that filled my soul of gratitude and happiness.

​★​ To my mom, for the home, to my loved one, so skilful with the plants and to the land that is feeding a small but beautiful garden.

​★​ To the universe, for giving me those wonderful sunsets. 

​★ To whom trusted in me for projects that i had never realized like souvenirs of baptism, managerial gifts, of movie and up to students's writings.

​★ To Marisa, for inviting me to the activities of the Library where I knew very interesting and talented people and I could enjoy the most beautiful moments.

★ To the little students of the first workshop that I realized in the Library. (And to their dads/moms for the confidence.)

​★ And obviously to all whom trusted in my work, and those that accompanied me, at par or to the distance; to my friendships, relatives, acquaintances, sympathizers and demases.

If I'm missing something (it's for sure) it doesn't mean I'm not happy about it. It's december and my mind is a mess.

I hope you end this year of a pleasant way and begin the next one with all the best energy.

Oh! And please don't lose the next entry that will be a new interview based on the book " Writings of teenager " that I mention in this post. I promess I won't delay myself four months. ;-)

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Patricia Etchechoury is licensed in language-speech therapy with specialization in neuro-linguistics, but I knew her as Pato, a  curious soul, full of colours and with a transparent look. She travelled a lot, but I'm not talking about vacations, she made a life journey, with no return plans, a journey of meeting another cultures, adventures and discoverings. Luckily, besides of living the experience, she wrote many memories of the trip. That's how Selva was born, a book with stories and illustrations in first person that allows us to travel with our imagination to another lands and meet another people. I've the honor of being who materialize the books, and I thought about an interview because behind those amazing narrations it was probable that the author were very interesting as well. I was right. Patito is one of those people who as more you keep knowing them, more interesting they become. With no more preamble, I share you here the interview in order that you may verify it.

Pato is standing up, holding a green bike.
When or how did your inclination arise to the writing? Did you use to write when you were a little girl?

I think that everything began, or that everything has to see a bit with my childhood, which was an a bit particular childhood, I say it because my dad and mom are navigators, they had a sailboat before the birth of my sister and I, initially of wood, and later they were changing it. First it was the Inti, then another Inti, the second, then the Jacaranda, and again an Inti, which is the current one, we always sail. When they had a moment, we were going out to sail. So in this area we were born, first my sister and later I; and we grew up almost in equal parts in the house and in the ship. All the summers were two months of sailing, and every weekend. I don't know if it has anything to do or if I am like that by nature, but I'm very shy, I had enough problems to relate; I think that sailing has a lot of being alone, spending hours in looking to the river, the horizon or maybe  to steer but with the lost sight and with a lot of time to think.

When we were coming to port, the things that a child could do on a sailboat were: to swim, to jump from the ship to the water and to climb from the water to the ship, until the night was falling and they proposed us to draw and when we were bigger, to write and to read.
So the tendency to the reading, the writing and the drawing comes from my very childhood, they were my big companions, maybe my saviors.

When I did the high-school I chose a baccalaureate in letters, where they continued stimulating the writing of stories, the critical reading of stories and novels. And in general I never stopped writing, but when I entered to the faculty the writing became a method of writing record.In this moment I was studying Thai chi chuan, and some of the teachers were telling us Chinese stories, which I transcribed. Hereinafter something similar happened to me when I studied the professorship of yoga, where many teachings are transmitted across the telling of traditional stories of the India, which I transcribed as well. I used to register my dreams in something like a diary, which was not daily, was rather the weekly one. All those were several years of records but maybe not of invention.

On the other hand, on having sailed, they taught to me: whenever one sets sail has to arm a binnacle, Then, this one was one of the most important tasks that existed, or the one I more was longing, because the other activities had to see with the coil of ends, to double the candles, to clean the anchor or the cover. Because of it when I started writing well, I started asking for the function to write the binnacle, and though I entered with the shaking and it made me sick enough, I got used to taking the writing record of the trips. In the Inti we registered the wind direction, the tide, the type of clouds that was forming, the time of navigation that we were taking and to how many knots, if the engine was lit or not, to control the consumption of fuel, if the Mitre channel or another channel was crossing, if it was changing of route, if we had a view of something on the water… Well, all this type of experiences that were constituting the course during the trip were written in the binnacle, that's why when I initiated my trip, it turned out to be almost natural to take a record,  it seems to me that this are the roots that gave birth to us to my Selva and to me.

Also my parents have enough relation with the writing, to the effect that they were writing to us letters, to my sister and to me, especially in the adolescence, when we had a lots of discussions. Sometimes I was shutting in my room and was not listening to them any more, then to say certain things to us, they used to write to us letters.

There was likewise another personage of the family who made me adore the writing, he was uncle Alberto, my dad's brother, I met him when he was close to death. For a long time he was a traveler, fled of Bs As in circumstances that the family hid in the glooms, He crossed the south, established itself in Rio Gallegos, also he was sailing and was employed at oil tankers. He also made a million of other works. My dad loved him a lot, I only knew him from his stories and I received his letters, telling me amazing things of unknown places, in this way, a lovely relation was woven in my childhood by the writing and by the letters.

In addition my parents in a moment decided to seek his roots, to travel to know the places where his parents had born, In Croatia, in The Vascuña, in Galicia, in Italy and these histories also they transmitted us in letters. The whole history of the family, told by the uncles and cousins who were finding, the memory was rescued by means of the writing, like an inheritance.

The childhood in a sailboat has loneliness but also it has pretty things. It was an epoch without cell-phones or tablets, there was no tv or phone on the sailboat, so if it was summer, we could jump into the water and swim to a friend's boat, knock the square from the water or use the VHF to remind a place of meeting in the rocks or in the beach at the sunrise; if it was winter, they were giving me a boat with oars and of bigger the gomón with out of hut, and it was an adventure to go away alone to the evening when my parents were going fishing or taking a nap,I was going away up the river, was stopping the engine and used to stay in the boat floating slowly, to hear the birds, the coast´s sounds, the jungle seen from the river.

What relation do you have with the reading? Do you have some genre of preference?

I read a lot, daily, I like the travel novels, Leo mucho, a diario, me gustan mucho las novelas de viajes, the round the world trip in sailboat, the crossing of Magellan's strait, the crossing of the Atlantic Ocean in raft, and also the science fiction, I read lots of books relationed with my profession or with the Yoga, because I need to keep learning, but if I don´t have to study or research, I like to read science fiction.

I understand that a trip of three years around America should have been an  wealth-producing experience. The histories that you narrate in Jungle: were they born during the trip or you wrote them after having returned to your home?

I worte them during the trip, making a general binnacle of all the travel and taking a single one about the Amerindia (the canoe) which I used to complete with my friend Mariano with references to guide us, like As river mouths, or identifiable constructions or a sunken ship, or a high construction, or anything that let us tell to other people our location and also to know it ourselves. This stores were writing "ao vivo", without polish, I reread and ended them when I returned home.

What was what motivated you to choosing some stories to immortalize them in this book?

They were my nephews. When I went away i had two nephews, Julia and Emiliano, who was 2 years old, Julia had 4 more or less, and while I was travelling my sister had his third son, to whom she put my name, Patito. When I returned, Emi was not remembering me, knew that he had an aunt but was not recognizing me, he even told me once –“ Why do you look like my mom?”. Patito didn't know me, and I wanted to tell them without being boring, so it seemed to me that they deserved a book, an illustrated book, to tell them where was the aunt on those years that she was absent.

Before Selva you didn't use to draw, but to the moment to illustrate the histories you found a new tool to complement your texts. How did you feel with this new incorporation to the creative act?

Like a lot of people I was drawing very much in my childhood and when I grew, the autoexigency did me badly, the self-criticism. When he was 8 years old I asked my aunt to teach to me piano, so I went a few years with her learning flute, piano, something of guitar and when I was 11, my aunt helped me to convince my parents to inscribe me in the conservatoire. I studied there till past my twenty years. Then, in my free times my energy was put in the music. If I was feeling good, I was playing the piano, If I was feeling sad, I was playing the piano, If I was with my friends, I was playing the piano, If I was alone, I was playing the piano; until the argentine hyperinflation forced my old men to sell the piano.

I had to change instrument, by force, I started touching the flute traversa that still accompanies me. I think that music reduced my time and my need of drawing, added to the self-criticism that made me think that I played music better than drawing and like I don't like to do the things badly, I stopped drawing. So it made me very well start drawing again, it had his role cuasi therapeutic.I am glad for having allowed it to myself and I'll be always grateful for your incentive.

[Thanks to you for giving it free rein!]

I know that beside writing and to draw hacés other activities related to the artistic thing, I would like that you could tell me a bit of each one and what they mean in your life.

I've already talk about music, Nowadays I continue with the traversa, studying violin, and since I mix the music with the theatre, I interfered in things that creates atmospheres, some percus, the ovnidrum, and all that because I am in a group of political theatre, which is also a pretty group of friends and though sometimes I act, I prefer doing the music of the works, of the tests, during the exercises of positions, of prominent figures.

Also I feel that my profession is an art, though west has divided completely the arts of the sciences. I work with children with disabilities, which does that every day, during near 8 hs, I have to play with many different boys, children with limitations to listen, to speak, to move his body, with cognitive challenges or of socialization and I feel that it is the whole art to entertain them, in order that their  learning isn't a fight and his childhood can have game and fantasy.

Are you already cooking the second book with another type of lived experiences?

Yeeeesss! Also with writings of the trip, which before I left out of Selva because they did not seem to me to be entertained for the children. They are statements of spiritual searches that they have to see with traditions that I was finding and they were looking for me, since temazcales, ayahuascas, yagés, Santo Daime, holotropic breathing and another heap of things. Added to other statements, with realistic records or historical statements of places that I knew, of that I count my history of his history.

 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥  Thanks beautiful Pato for this delicious interview! ♥ ♥ ♥ 

[The travelling photos of this post belong to Pato Etchechoury]
And here, in order that you don't remain with the intrigue, a few photos of Selva and illustrations that shape it:

That's how Selva "comes" wrapped , with many dedication and love.

The contact with this great woman is by e-mail to:

The comments are welcome, thank you very much for reading!
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I love the gifts, to receive them is very exciting but to give them it's even more. The act of giving doesn't have why to be bound to some dates in the calendar or to special situations, not necessarily at least.

At present is extremely normal that somebody spends lots of money to decorate the christmas tree, to buy a birthday present or to congratulate a pair of grooms, even when it implies plastic cards and financing payment. It's extremely normal and accepted socially.
But in front of a surprise gift, given in a normal and ordinary day, most of the people ask: "Eh? Why? Today isn't my birthday. The day of what is today?". Usually the answer is: "just because" or "because I saw it and I thought about you". This is valid, certainly, but the reality goes beyond; we give gifts "just because" when we're grateful with this person. Maybe it's someone who help us in a moment of need, maybe because the life is better with her/him, etc. There's innumerable  topics that make us want giving gifts.

Today I'm very grateful to the people that visits my blog, so I made a present, I hope that you find it helpful. Yes, that's right, today, day of nothing special... a little gift.
They are a few drawings to print on sticker paper and customize the bullet journal, the agenda or the calendar, in your paper method of organization.

It's designed to be printed in A4 and contains thirteen different drawings in twelve different colours plus thirteen decorative hearts bands. Click HERE to print it, enjoy it!

And what about you? Do you give gifts just because? Have a wonderful week. :)
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Ultra cool stickers by Marco Tóxico

Villa Crespo: to a couple of blocks of  Juan B. Justo y Warnes. With this indications, I used to imagine mechanical workshops, autoparts, spare wheels, tire repair shops. Until April of last year, when it opened his doors a bookshop of luxury: PUNC; specialized in comics and infantile literature, but where also can find graphical novels and fanzines ... among other things.

Join me inside and begin to pry awhile what we can find in this beautiful place.

The variety of infantile literature that Punc offers us has not been seen by me in any other bookshop, I doubt that some child refuses to rush on these copies and to devour them in an instant.

In this digital age, I find wonderful the places like that, which officiate as oasis in the chaos, rescuing us of the screens, waking us the appetite of reading a good book, a fanzine, a little jewel of paper, a material of reading that we are not going to find in the big bookshops.

Whenever I go, I find new things, findings that they make me think in the importance of stimulating the habit of the reading in the children ... and in not losing it when we become adults.

Corner with a lots of supplies by Gabi Rubi.
A few years ago I had some dead time so I entered into a book shop. There hadn't the quantity or the variety of books that Punc has. Really. But looking with determination, I found a book that called my attention. The title was “There was an old lady who swallowed a fly”. Very beautiful, I turned the pages of it scarcely and went to the cash desk. The girl who was attending asked me if I wanted a gift wrapping. "No, it's for me", I told her. "For you?" she asked. "Yes, for me", I said. Well, apparently she couldn't believe it because she asked me one more time the same question. To which, I said to her that yes, that I had liked the buttons that the old woman had in the lid. It seems like if there were ages for certain readings. I'm not suggesting that the children should be exposed to readings that they couldn't understand or could affect them somehow. But inversely? Let's not confine ourselves.

I know that something like that wouldn't happen to me in Punc. It didn't happen to me when I bought "The Gashlycrumb Tinies", it didn't happen to me when I bought "My little collection of  funzinez", not either when I bought myself these fanzines of Finland which remembered me to the illustrations of my childhood.

Don't look at my bad manicure... ok look at it. Ha ha!
If you go to visit Punc you may meet Juana or Mariela, two nice women that would be able to give you the best attention; they will advise you if they need help to find something punctual or will make you free to look around and to delight yourselves with the material that they have if you prefer, until you find the piece of reading which was waiting for you to go home ;)

There are silk-screen printings for sale, to frame and to decorate your space or to wear them in a gorgeous t-shirt. If memory serves me, there are t-shirts with original paintings by Mariela. What about that?

Another characteristic of the place is the wall for art opening, Punc destines one of his walls to expose works of the most varied artists.

The last time I went there was drawings by Iván Riskin

And on top of that, for a place that multiplies several times his royal square meters in good waves, unique and quality products, and a natural predisposition to expose art and beautiful things; in Punc there are workshops for all ages.

The closing time was done and I was continuing with desire of more Punc, Punc forever. For me, in the age of the digital screens, the books do not lose limelight, they get charming.
Thanks, Juana & Mariela for such an amazing place. 

Adress: Belaustegui 393, Villa Crespo, CABA, Argentina.
Public opening hours: Monday to Saturday, 13 to 19hs.
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