An amusing text by Luis Chaves on Fusil de chispas.

This is a 256 colors encrypted illustration which presents a two-faced horny devil.

A part of him is checking if the poison gas is suppressing costaricans effectively. How? Attacking only those with brown skin; purifying the demography.

Why is he horny? The german-catholic gas machine is working as it should, as it did.

The bottom image is a discontinued 5 colones bill (costarican money). Some years ago, I heard it was designed and illustrated by an european who had no idea about this country, so he inserted aristocratic (white) ladies picking coffee. What.

This illustration is about Costa Rica’s superiority complex against other centralamericans.

Exposition/book/creative process by M. Richmond and E. Astorga Monestel.

+ Facebook event.

Next week I’m gonna be Sorry Zorrito’s law and order (spanish only).

At the end of the week, I’ll be unemployed again.

Every week, a new illustration of mine will be published on Fusil de Chispas‘ new literary project: Lechemilk. Basically, four of Costa Rica’s top contemporary writers were hired, and each of them will elaborate one medium-sized text per month. I will illustrate every publication.

My experience starts with “Oh! positivo” by María Montero:

As a fan, I’m barely containing the erection.

We should be friends
or pencils, or bears.

Our beasts, my beat.

I would like to call you.
Of corpse, my horse.

Another A.I. related test.

The ability of knowing when it’s too soon
is not the power I’m activating inside your anus.

You get ugly when you get me.

M.S. Paint sketch for A.I.

There’s no better time than lowmwe
and this is not how you imagine
happenings under your mother’s veg.

Our skating snake.

This great, deep and eggcellent conversation:
we should cut your hands off, or our spelling skills
will decrease
more and more.

This is what you cow the must,
you coward sheep, you salty pepper.

It won’t get deeper, but funnier,
or the final furry bear
Simaosninsiaf Jaiff.

I’ll clean my teeth,
you’ll break my mouth.
No fair sperm in lust and
there’s no happier time than love.