I’m an spanish illustrator based in Madrid, I graduated in Fine Arts from U.P.V Valencia and I also studied at the University of Applied Sciences from Mainz (Germany), I did my intership in Bruxeles and a master of Plastic Art Education at the Complutense University of Madrid, lately I specialize in Shoe Design in Elche. Actually I'm working as a shoe designer.

My work is hand drawn mostly with black pencils, I love graphic novels, comics and old style,a mix between "trashy" and "naif" with tons of humor, you also can guess I work in fashion industry as I love to play with it a lot (patterns, colours, shapes, clothes…)

I’m also a current illustrator of the cinema magazine La Critica NY and I create the feminist blog My erudite pussy with a neurotic woman, the writer crazy mind.

Please feel free to contact me for a commission, a collaboration, or just a chat!

Contact : clarasantospoveda@gmail.com


lunes, 25 de octubre de 2010

"Síndrome de Casandra"


"She"


Last week i was back in England, where i was living last year, with her...Geno!
She's one of my best friends since i remember, and whatever happend and no matters where we are we keep in touch always.
I remembered our London experience again, walking,eating,screaming,dancing, biking,parting,drinking,laughing,shopping, discovering...

Sitting down in the stairs "à la Bourse" in the beautiful and frozen city of Bruxelles, while we were eating a huge sandwich call "metralleta" and frietjes, i was pushing her to go on an Erasmus beca cause for me it was the best experience of my whole life...next time it was in the hot sun of an Almeria beach during the summer, we were living our bodies dead in the sea, and talking we decided the next stop, just like that, that afternoon we bought the tickets.

This is how the things works with her, you never know your next step or where are you going to finish, cause we like to keep flying like proper birds...

She send me this time ago...i still love it and want to remember xever!
cause you are!

Muere lentamente quien no viaja,
quien no lee, quien no oye música, quien no encuentra gracia en sí mismo.

Muere lentamente quien se transforma en esclavo del hábito, repitiendo todos los días los mismos trayectos, quien no cambia de marca, no arriesga vestir un color nuevo y no le habla a quien no conoce.

Muere lentamente quien evita una pasión, quien prefiere el negro sobre blanco y los puntos sobre las "íes" a un remolino de emociones, justamente las que rescatan el brillo de los ojos, sonrisas de los bostezos, corazones a los tropiezos y sentimientos.

Muere lentamente quien no voltea la mesa cuando está infeliz en el trabajo, quien no arriesga lo cierto por lo incierto para ir detrás de un sueño, quien no se permite por lo menos una vez en la vida, huir de los consejos sensatos.

Muere lentamente quien destruye su amor propio, quien no se deja ayudar.

Muere lentamente, quien pasa los días quejándose de su mala suerte o de la lluvia incesante.

Muere lentamente, quien abandona un proyecto antes de iniciarlo, no preguntando de un asunto que desconoce o no respondiendo cuando le indagan sobre algo que sabe.
Evitemos la muerte en suaves cuotas, recordando siempre que estar vivo exige un esfuerzo mucho mayor que el simple hecho de respirar.

P.Neruda

in love of this piece of art that a friend show me, just amazing!