Smartie, The Angels and Spain...

Just for the ones who don´t know:

1. what Smartie is
2. who the Angels are
3. How Spain looks like

Smartie, the Angels and Spain wish everybody here a nice week-end!

The Bulls are fighting Me...

About four years ago, I started making bullfight paintings, not really because I thought it would be a good commercial idea, but just because I have always been fascinated by everything touching "bullfight".
Please, don´t blame me. I hadn´t even learnt to walk as I was taken into a bullfight arena, again and again. Its colours, odours, music, movement, have always been a part of my childhood. I know that it looks different, but I must insist that my love for bullfight doesn´t say anything about my cruelty and so on. I love animals, I care for them, surely more than most of the anti bullfight militants! It´s just that when I am looking at a bullfight, I am in a kind of trance, and I don´t see the bull as a poor, helpless animal, not even as an animal. Much more as a part of a lively piece of art... like the bullfighter himself.

I painted a series of bullfightI, exhibited them, and well, sold them all very soon. Everybody around me told me that i should make more, and I did. I sold them too. Then they started to say that I should specialise in bullfights, and paint nothing else. I started again, but very soon I stopped. I started to feel an extreme boredom, and imagining painting that stuff all my life killed me! I didn´t even exhibit the last ones I had painted.

Just last year I was expressly asked to exhibit some again, and I did. Here, and in Almeria. But I refused to paint any new ones.

The bulls are coming back now, with reunited force! I have been contacted by a company making calendars. They may make a 2008 calendar with my bullfights, 2008 being the year of the bull in the Chinese calendar. A good thing for me, but there are problems with the photos I should provide, I haven´t enough or of good enough quality, as I am not the most disciplined painter in cataloging my paintings...
We will see... I just hope, if it works, that he wont´ make a bullfight painter out of me for the rest of my life! But right now it looks like the bulls are winning the battle. I´m sure that some people will say that I deserve it, having painted so many of these poor suffering animals...

Me, rushing back from Benidorm yesterday night, where I looked at the final of the Rubgy World Cup with my parents. If you want to see the beautiful gift I got from my mother there, have a look at Rug Mug,
I know, our Smartie looks much better in reality than on my painting, but well, cars are not my speciality. I´ll work on it, I promise.
I rushed because the night before, in a small town called "Polop de la Marina", five kilometers away from here, the Mayor has been shot through the open window of his car as he arrived home, 3 bullets in the head. This is the kind of things from which one always thinks, they happen somewhere else. As I was driving home late in the night, I just imagined a sniper waiting for me at my home... awful! I´m normally not such a "poule mouillée" (a wet hen, as we call fearful people in France!), quite the contrary. But somehow yesterday I felt very uncomfortable and when I arrived home, I looked more than one time around before I went out of the car!
And as you see: I´m still alive!

To Be!

This is my answer, today, to yesterday´s question!
I woke up in a better mood, well at the end yesterday was a very positive day, I just missed Kevin and didn´t feel human any more! This is the problem when one loves too much... one doesn´t exist anymore when one is apart!
I know, I am a little bit excessive, but please, bear with me!

And as you can see, I am back to work today... I feel definitively bigger than yesterday -oh God, I felt so small !- still a little bit pale and quite distorsed in the face, the head still hidden behind a book, but not so much and at least it is a sketch book today!
Even drinking my milk coffee out of my M Cup, a sign that I am on the best way back to my human identity!
Just Mousy, our neighbour, a friendly rosa mouse who cares for me when Kevin is away, still looks quite worried up to me... I guess she doesn´t trust the nonchalance which I exhibit in my chair... she is not daft, I would say!!!

To be or not to be?

My Kevin is gone, of course he will come back soon, but for the moment I just feel lost and lonely and asking myself:
to be or not be?
So better, I guess, to disappear for a while into one of my books...

Bad a Boom!

In the middle of the night, a big bang awoke me. So loud that I really thought, in the first moment, the world is exploding, or at least our little home. But in the bedroom, everything was ok, except for the fact that my Kevin was not laying in my arms. In fact, he was not laying anywhere. The clock showed 4.AM.
I was still gathering my mind as I heard a shout coming from downstairs. It sounded like
"Frigging Computer!"
I got up, went down the stairs and found my Kevin sat on the sofa, in full Guevara Gear, all green in the face, tapping like crazy on the keyboard of his frigging computer.
"What are you doing?"
"Well, I´m trying to deactivate the remaining 5 power stations in America!"
Oh God, I thought.... my Kevin is not the most patient one, concerning computers.
"And?"
"One just went up in the air... and the next is about to!""
One second later a big Boom came out of the computer.
"My God, Kevin, we are supposed to be Good a Boom, and not Bad a Boom! What will people think!"
Kevin went even greener
"Baby, I have just blown up 2 American power stations, and you are just concerned about what people will say?!"


By the way: Have you an idea what I´m writing about, here? A guess?
Well, we are watching every day, late in the evening the American series "24". We love it, and are quite engaged in it, having all the time discussions about everything that happens there. So engaged that my Kevin, tonight, dreamt of it and woke up with the imperious necessity to try to help Edgar to deactivate the override device.
After the 2 explosions I forced Kevin to go back to bed.
I wonder what they will say in CTU tonight, when they see the mess... will they be able to trace Kevin´s frigging computer?

The Coffee Cup Club

2 days go I had an idea, which I think is a good one. Faithful to my character not to think twice, I brought it to life yesterday, opening "The Coffee Cup Club".
And today I present there "Mona Piedra", The first Lady in that place.

If you want to know what it is all about, and why I had to contact Paolo Coelho today, just PRESS HERE!

Kev Video

My Kevin is still fedup, Serious stuff now! The situation here is becoming worse and worse, and the nerves of my oh so delicate Rockstar are shredded.
But to be fair: he has every reason to be. The electricity came back here, but the water went off. There must have been serious damages around Planet Goodaboom in the last few days, as we are without water since yesterday evening. And well, Kevin wanting to have his sunday shave this morning: pfui!
The worst being that My Love and Lord is still in the middle of the third world war, "The Big Bosses Battle" . In short:
"who is the boss, me or my computer?"
And me, as objective observer and proud owner of a subservient Mac, I have the awful feeling, that my Kevin will lose. Look at him on the sketch I made from him today: he looks quite down, doesn´t he, even if he is trying to look cool?
Anyway, he has decided to spend the day watching videos, the most reliable technology he says. But not without having a look in Internet via my Mac and announcing to me:
"Well, England beat France and are now in the final!"
Shit!!!!!!!!!!! I wanted to call my parents, big rugby fans and ready for a new world wonder, after France beat the All Blacks last Saturday.. not the moment I guess!

Don Quixote at Tripology!

(Drawing by Kev Moore)

When people see my artwork on the net, and take time to leave me a message saying
"This is beautiful!"
then I think:
Life is beautiful!
and I have to thank these people for making my day!

And so it happened, Once upon a time, that I got some connection to a company called "Tripology" ... A strange name , isn´t? (well, Goodaboom isn´t less strange, is it?!!!) At least it´s what I thought in the very first moment, and I didn´t see the connection till I read what it is about. You want to know? Press here!

Anyway... this is how we came into contact. Good vibes from the very first beginning, I must say: kindness, enthusiasm and dynamism.
Some days later we were invited aboard, with the possibility to bring another guest with us.
Being guests ourselves in this wonderful country which is Spain, who else but their national hero Don Quixote could we have chosen?
If you want to know how Don Quixote deals with the situation at Tripology, follow Don!

Kev Guevara...

I guess you will read it somewhere else: it is raining ropes (direct French translation) and thundering on Planet Goodaboom since last night. I´m normally not so unfond of rain, always succeeding in finding in it a certain romantic component, at least in the sounds it makes on the roof... well, and the melancholy it awakes, this is romantic too! But enough is enough, we have spent the whole summer under the rain in the United Kingdom!
Kevin, according to his weather affected disorder, is fedup, totally fedup. I hear him moaning all the time, in the background but still louder than the thunder. He was trying to write his new novel, but he was disturbed all the time, by phone calls, and perhaps by me too, and when at last we left him alone, the electricity started collapsing all the time. At the moment it is quite stable, but Kevin has lost his famous patience and decided to write an outraged essay about the weather in Spain. I thought I shouldn´t miss the opportunity to show the public how he looks like when he is fedup, him from whom the whole world says:
"He is The Nice Guy of Rock"
He is indeed, but when it comes to weather, he is unforgiving!
Anyway, I made a fast ink sketch of him, coloured it, and look, here he is, in the worst mood you could ever see him. I cannot help to find a certain similarity to Che Guevara, today...

By the way: do you know what is going on in his head while I am tenderly massaging his back?
Have a look to his Ashes on the Wind!