I stopped participating in contests and community activities. Why? Because I need a lot of practice, and I’ve been struggling both with art-related issues and emotionally. I feel like I don’t belong anywhere, but I need this to stop feeling like a burden full of pain. So I’m retreating into my anatomy studies and books to learn.
Posted on 13 Dec 2025 by Judesan
I finished my entry for a person in the server (I only know a few of these people so this is a jumb for the unkown to me)
Posted on 30 Nov 2025 by Judesan
I wove together Día de Muertos and Halloween in this piece, and, as fate would have it, the OC is a florist — tending to an altar made for those he’s lost. It blooms with marigolds and memory, adorned with a fragment of a beautiful poem by Amado Nervo.
This piece was made with care and love — a small step toward the things I long to create in the future.
Just a little push, just a bit more effort… this is the echo of my mind.
Lately, I’ve been facing a deep wave of self-awareness — a moment of reflection. Tonight, I’ll go to the neighborhood party, just for my family. I’m not excited, not really. Next week the audit begins, and worry lingers in the back of my thoughts.
I want more. That’s the only need my heart still whispers.
This weekend I'll attend día de muertos night in the graveyard with my family, and I need marigolds, for my garden.
La santidad de la muerte – Amado Nervo
La santidad de la muerte
llenó de paz tu semblante,
y yo no puedo ya verte
de mi memoria delante,
sino en el sosiego inerte
y glacial de aquel instante.
En el ataúd exiguo,
de ceras a la luz fatua,
tenía tu rostro ambiguo
quietud augusta de estatua
en un sarcófago antiguo.
Quietud con yo no sé qué
de dulce y meditativo;
majestad de lo que fue;
reposo definitivo
de quién ya sabe el porqué.
Placidez, honda, sumisa
a la ley; y en la gentil
boca breve, una sonrisa
enigmática, sutil,
iluminando indecisa
la tez color de marfil.
A pesar de tanta pena
como desde entonces siento,
aquella visión me llena
de blando recogimiento
y unción…, como cuando suena
la esquila de algún convento
en una tarde serena…
Posted on 24 Oct 2025 by Judesan
Almost.
Posted on 26 Oct 2025 by Judesan
Posted on 24 Oct 2025 by Judesan
Drawing, painting, all for the void, for the big hole in the interwebs.
Posted on 23 Oct 2025 by Judesan
I’ve been drawing a lot this week, but haven’t uploaded anything.
For absolutely no reason. Or maybe too many.
I don’t usually post WIPs either; I work across several devices, and everything just gets lost between nameless files and folders.
I’m feeling conflicted today.
I went to occupational medicine after our almost death — a chemical intoxication from substances used to produce illicit compounds. I was in bad shape for a while, same as my colleague. They gave me a few more days off.
Fighting crime kills you, sooner or later. It really does.
I had to explain all this at the university — I’m a professor and forensic chemist, as well as an artist — and between papers, signatures, and protocols, I ended up facing the bureaucracy of death (literally).
And although I’m still alive, thankfully, I feel strange.
I’ll probably need to see a psychologist about it.
I’ve realized too many things.
Reality scares me; I’ve refused to live in it for years.
But maybe now, I’m ready.
Still, I can feel the remnants of a strange grief — something I can’t quite name.
For now, I’ll keep drawing.
I need to upload all the pending art here, to this blog.
And keep moving — Neocities is still my code lab, and it’s time to move faster again.
Posted on 18 Oct 2025 by Judesan
Ves is organizing a new Halloween event, and I’ll be taking part. I already have the ideas — now it’s time to bring them to life. I’ll be sharing the process here, and the final piece will be up on November 1st, one day after the contest closes.
Posted on 11 Oct 2025 by Judesan