I’m a cartoonist, musician and web developer from Buenos Aires, Argentina, but I’m now living in Seattle, US of A.
Currently, I'm uploading (almost) every monday a new page of Autobiographer, a comic I do with Federico Reggiani that you can start reading here.
There's also some other comics and, every once in a while, a drawing. You can buy some mins, too.
My e-mail is email@example.com. You can also find me on instagram and twitter.
Remember Hector, Estela’s brother that was studying to become a dentist? Well…
So, this is the end of Chapter 1. I’m going to take next week “off” and then I’ll start posting chapter 2. See ya!
I guess that last panel here is “the turning point” for this comic. I’m not saying it’s all thrills and excitement from now on, but this panel is kinda the whole point for this thing.
Remember how Fede fell and now was floating through the sewage?
The word that I translated as “dummy” for this dialog was, in the spanish that I wrote it, “taramabana”. I think that’s a great word, that carries meaning without any context. Repeat it a few times and you’ll get it: tarambana, tarambana.
Making comics and posting them on the internet is a little bit like throwing them on the water and see them go, floating and getting deformed. It sounds romantically sad, but I meant it in a good way.
I didn’t talk about it with Fede, but drawing this page felt like finishing “chapter 2”. So I guess I’ll try to do a mini to follow up the first one which, bu the way, is still available.
Since I moved here, I’ve noticed that, in conversation, the notion of “here” and “there” became complicated, loaded and, at the very least, fluid. Specially when I’m not paying attention.
“The history of men is reflected in the history of sewers”, Victor Hugo.