I'm not the biggest fan of digital illustration.  So much of it, in my opinion, turns out looking the same, no doubt due to the tempting amount of textures and brushes, highlights and shadings tools like Procreate offer the illustrator.  These often create illustrations that look immensely polished, and yet, somehow lifeless.  I try to swim against temptation by using those brushes that most resemble real-life pencils, charcoal and pastels, and combining them with actual scraps from my growing collection of stamped and painted papers.  Preparing the papers gives me the satisfaction of working with actual materials, with linoleum printing and stamping techniques.  Seeing them blossom in unexpected ways on the screen makes me giddy with joy. 

No soy gran aficionada de la ilustración digital.  En mi opinión, muchas de las imágenes acaban pareciendo iguales, sin duda debido a la tentadora cantidad de texturas y pinceles, luces y sombras que herramientas como Procreate ofrecen al ilustrador.  A menudo se crean ilustraciones que parecen inmensamente pulidas y, sin embargo, carentes de vida.  Intento nadar contra la tentación utilizando los pinceles que más se parecen a los lápices, plumilla y carboncillo no virtuales, y combinándolos con retazos de mi creciente colección de papeles estampados y pintados.  Preparar los papeles me da la satisfacción de trabajar con materiales auténticos, con técnicas de impresión en linóleo y estampación.  Verlos florecer de formas inesperadas en la pantalla me produce un vértigo de alegría.

Algunas imágenes de mi exposición en Tébar. Con gran agradecimiento a la asociación cultural Debajo del Olmo, y al ayuntamiento de Tébar. 

Since moving back to Spain last year, I have once again been enthralled by the stark landscapes of the Spanish heartland. In the past years, however, a new element has transformed the wide horizons of the Manchuela Conquense: hundreds of wind turbines now turn silently against the azure skies.  Together with the solar farms, they are the new crops of this land where Don Quijote once fought windmills of a different sort. What would he make of these new giants? I have tried to find beauty in the huge  blades that dwarf even the tallest pines.  My latest paintings are the result of this search.  They will be on display at the end of this month at the Casa Museo in Tébar, a village that has the highest density of wind farms in this beautiful region I now call home.