Drawing myself away in Tokyo. 面倒くさい。 www.luismendo.com
6,090 words in 40 moments in 11 cities since July 17th, 2013
Tokyo — Yesterday I left the house and forgot to pick up my sketchbook. This is not the first time since I have a shitty memory but when I found out it was not in my bag, I felt horrible. It totally felt – an...
Tokyo — Some years ago, I was walking in Meiji Jingu with some friends and a Indian man came to us and ask “where he could find God” in Japan, since in that shrine there was no god. We told him maybe Kamakura...
Tokyo — Somehow I cannot draw (or take photos) straight. I am completely sure this has something to do with my general lack of balance in my physical being, the asymmetry of my body (for instance my left foo...
My opening was full of VIPS
Life in Tourtour.
A present to remember a week I will never forget.
One year with the PechaKucha team
The beautiful storm that made me a man.
Where I come from
The saddest Narita of them all.
Never walk alone
Wherever this leads me
Small bars are cosier.
Learning to read the air
Today it's the 15th. A perfect day to start the 3rd sketchbook of the month.
The cleaning of the tools
Joy between the graves
My going home bus just gives me 4 stops to draw.
Drawing pancakes for Hi.
Good morning Tokyo sun.
At 5 AM I woke up, the bed shaking. Also the house. It was Earth telling us not to forget. 3 years later.
Drawing fugacious people.
Living in the city of honest people. Where the construction workers leave their tools out in the wild and nobody steals it.
You can tell the future by looking at the back cover of a book.
Neon lights outside. Drawing inside. Best combination of worlds.
Love after the snow temperatures and skies and when you don't need to worry about wearing gloves anymore.
This is how tilted I draw. The same goes for taking photos.
I remember having seen dozens of reference books when visiting the house of older illustrators. I guess I'd need that too if it wasn't for Google Images.
The bliss of doing freelance illustration jobs is that you can do it while you're enjoying a nice lunch.
One of those days my friend Adrian and me went to have dinner as an excuse to go drawing.
If the devil comes to take me, tell him I am drawing strangers on the Hibiya line.
That day I came to pick up some drinks and leave some food behind, and met a bunch of clever boys working on this website.
Going home today I bumped into this procession of monks walking in the rain amongst the high buildings and under the elevated highways.
While walking down this steep street I had this flashback of a magic moment years ago & now it became even more magical to realise this is now my home.
"And the legend says you shall come back where you once were born. Or there where you once died."
And although it surely was a company name or something as earthy, I wanted to believe 28 had some special meaning tonight.
That plane that took us away from everything we had as certain.
Where they sell books and I used to come pick her up after her class.
The sun cuts right through that house on the other side of the river.
Talking about missing. I'm probably going to miss this one too.
About to leave this studio for a year. Of all Amsterdam, this is going to be the most missed place.