It was a quiet, warm night. She was at the balcony alone, looking at the stars when...Would you like to continue the story?
How far should I go? That's my question for this week that begins cold and foggy here in São Paulo. Since I have no way to set limits to my increasing addiction on drawing faces, I will ask you, dear bloggers, when enough is enough? To understand what I am saying, go to my Flicker Page.



Change is seldom easy. Sometimes it is painfull, sometimes it is fun. Sometimes it takes us ahead, sometimes to no place at all. But I try to do a little change once in a while. I change my opinion, my hair color, I change books from one place to another, I change my way to the coffee shop... and I hope someday I will be able to change things I don't like about myself.



Eu não odeio segundas, mas hoje estou me sentindo muito preguiçosa... provavelmente por causa do feriadão da Independência, 7 de setembro.
Esta página do meu caderno de desenhos é dedicada ao meu querido amigo Kako, super-mega-talentoso ilustrador, que me ensinou a gostar de canetinhas com brilho e de liquid paper. Beijokas, Kako!
This page from my sketchbook is dedicated my dear friend Kako, super-mega-talented illustrator, that taught me to like little glitter pens and liquid paper. Kisses, Kako!


Let's have a nice week, shall we? Let's begin with some good music, whatever kind of music you like. Let's go ouside and see beautiful things, like Dior leather bags, roses, old buildings and puppies. Let's eat well, like lots of chocolat, raisins and popcorn. Let's pray for world peace but also for a nice boyfriend to our next door neighbour who has been dumped twice this year. Let's dance, shall we? Let's walk. Let's talk. Let's play checkers, or chest, or pocker. Let's work with joy, let's kiss and tell, let's go!
I have a rule: never to post twice for a same subject of Illustration Friday, but something happened and made me change my mind. Today I was walking my dog (Souflè, a french bulldog) on the street and an old lady stopped me to talk(that kind of dog's owner chat, if you know what I mean). After complimmenting me about his beauty and nice manners she said: "Look how he matches your clothes!". I haven't noticed yet, but she was right. We were really a perfect match: the dog is all white with a black mascara, some dots and stripes; and I was wearing a black and white Adidas jacket and big sunglasses, black too. With such a coincidence I've decided to make an exception and post again. Hope you don't mind.