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 fran@fran-lopez.com. You can also find me on instagram and twitter.
So, we’re getting back on track here. I also just finished a little mini collecting the pages for the second “chapter” of this comic, I’ll be putting up for sale here this week. And next week I’ll start publishing the second chapter of I Don’t Have Problems Anymore. “Promises, promises”.
Lighting strikes again:
Also, if you happen to be in Buenos Aires, Federico Reggiani is going to be “presenting” the Autobiographer book, with two very dear friends presenting their own books, this Friday. Maybe if there’s wi-fi there I’ll try to skype into the event and talk to whoever wants to talk to me?
June 16, 6 pm to 8 pm. Robot Negro: Galería Apolo (Av. Corrientes 1382, Locales 18-19).
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.
