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This blog is the digital cave of artist Minerva de Terralba, an esthusiast of comics, illustration and vector art, and sometimes animation. Professional shitposter, admirer of movies and unicorn lover, Minerva is still trying to master all the things she likes, and having fun in the way. You are free to leave a comment or two if you wish. Thank you in advance!

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About masks and artists (and Sia)

It’s christmas. Time to forget and forgive, time to spend with the family, humans friends and non-human friends. Time to give and receive, and, why not, time to be joyful about the things we have in our lives. It’s also time for us, artists to think about what we gonna do in the near future, because the new year is around the corner and we want to start with the right foot this new adventure: improving, enjoying and making tons of money. Living the dream, you know what I mean, right?

Because of that, I want to share this reflection about the masks we use. You see, masks are no uncommon to artists and content creators (especially on the internet). But I’m not talking about a literal mask like having an avatar or don’t showing your face in your youtube videos. I’m talking about one mask (or masks) that can hurt the creations we make. I’m talking about the fact that we are not true to ourselves and we want so desesperately to attract people to our works, that we end doing the very same thing that we criticize about others: being fake.

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I believe almost every creator that had reached certain amount of madurity can understand this. Art requires passion and compromise, and if you hate the very subject you are trying, that will reflect in your work. That’s why the vast majority of Marvel comics sucks nowadays: because these persons are not interested in the superhero genre at all. They hate it and it shows.

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I had been really fascinated with Sia lately. That’s becasue she delivers quality and it is at the same time highly commercial. She often use a mask (a literal one) but she is very honest about the subjects she is singing about. Alcoholism, self esteem, depression, drugs. All that stuff that she has passed thru. And to talk/sing about the very same demons that hunt you is an act of honestity that I admire.sia2

It’s christmas. Let’s be honest with ourselves. I think we deserve it and our public deserve it too 🙂

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The reaper and I, chilling and taking coffee

The clock is ticking, the time is pasing. People is aging, and dying. The reaper is here already (for us), just waiting through the door of our homes, just waiting.

One day, Ms Reaper talked to me about having  a coffee. I thought it was a strange proposition. The mere thought of her souless eyes looking into mine just fritened me. But at the same time, I was bored spending all my summer inside my home, like a emo teenager with no self esteem. I needed something to do beside work and drawing, so I said yes.

She is a very exquisite being (I don’t know if I can call her a person, but whatever), and has a good taste. The cafĂ© she picked was a lovely bistro with vintage air. The colors magenta and brown with the subtle light of the roof lamps gave the place a peaceful atmosphere. If I was scared earlier, I completely forgot about that when I saw that place. Also, she didn’t looked like The Reaper at all, I mean, a hot pink hoodie, a pair of blue jeans and pointy boots. Pretty casual. What was she thinking?

“I will take an espresso, and you?” That’s the first thing she said… and good lord, her voice was so soft that I can barely describe it. It was like the tail of a fluffy and chubby bunny. I was shocked. The Angel of Death, huh? “I will take a Moccachino, thanks”.

Silence was reigning in the café, except for a selection of mellow jazz and some other tunes that hipsters have on their playlists. The waitress came with the coffe. We both thanked and gazed into the light brown of the hot drink. Shit, things were getting awkward with all tha silence.

“You must be wondering about the meaning of this meeting.”

“Well, yes. Am I going to die soon?”

“I don’t know” She just drank a little bit of her coffee like nothing could ever affect her. “I don’t know when a person is going to die, I just collect souls.” I was more confused that ever. What was ever going on?

“The reason why I wanted to have this talk with you is because I know the answer”

“The Answer?” The Answer? I haven’t drank at all and her noticed. She told me to chill and drink my coffee, that this would be one of the most importants talks of my life but at the same time she wanted me to enjoy the momment.

“Yes, The Answer” she said after drink some more. Then she closed her souless eyes “What do you want in this world, more than anything?” I took a minute, then I said:

“I want to make comics. Like, for a living”

She smiled with the most pure and honest expression I haven’t ever seen in my life.

“Then you have to work hard making comics. That’s all”

Silence. She finished her coffee, looked in her wallet and payed the drinks. I still had plenty to drink but she waved my hand in a goodbye. She was busy, sure, plenty of souls to collect, but I asked one last thing:

“Do you have this conversation with everyone is this world?”

She laughed. “At some point everyone thinks the reaper is coming to take them, but sometimes I only want to give a little reminder of The Answer.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you”

“Sure, and remember. Perfection doesn’t exist. Memento mori!

She walked away. I finished my coffee and thanked the waitress for all. Then I left too. I actually enjoyed that moment.