tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30315950285608123802011-07-07T21:11:00.080-07:00Ilustrações do Rodrigo BuenoRodrigo Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08908931409172883815noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031595028560812380.post-47073813169457334602009-09-27T14:27:00.000-07:002009-09-27T14:29:47.760-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/Sr_ZFUu-ASI/AAAAAAAAADM/iPNn_MMRrrQ/s1600-h/amantessubmarinos.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/Sr_ZFUu-ASI/AAAAAAAAADM/iPNn_MMRrrQ/s400/amantessubmarinos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386262364846686498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/Sr_ZAD7icBI/AAAAAAAAADE/hR8DmtBURLo/s1600-h/amantessubmarinos2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/Sr_ZAD7icBI/AAAAAAAAADE/hR8DmtBURLo/s400/amantessubmarinos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386262274436657170" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031595028560812380-4707381316945733460?l=senhorescafandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodrigo Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08908931409172883815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031595028560812380.post-71685370757694158232009-09-25T13:36:00.000-07:002009-09-25T13:40:51.464-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/Sr0qOrodtcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1zDX5S7TBbs/s1600-h/pag4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/Sr0qOrodtcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1zDX5S7TBbs/s400/pag4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385507161123960258" border="0" /></a><br /> Um mergulhador sem calças com a pingolinha de fora no fundo viscoso e profundo do pré-sal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031595028560812380-7168537075769415823?l=senhorescafandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodrigo Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08908931409172883815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031595028560812380.post-74818846215411360092009-09-24T06:29:00.000-07:002009-09-24T06:38:38.241-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/Srt0VuRn2oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-Arn2m73Dyc/s1600-h/polvo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/Srt0VuRn2oI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-Arn2m73Dyc/s400/polvo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385025695999580802" border="0" /></a><br />Graças a esse simpático molusco podemos usar nankim, a tinta mais preta e líquida que existe. Devem ter sido os chineses que invetaram o nankim. Que grande idéia! Usar a substancia escura de uma glândula ou visícula do bicho, que serve de mecanismo de defesa para pintar coisas pretas.<br />Hoje em dia o nankim industrializado não é de origem animal e sim a base de carvão.<br />Nesse desenho no entanto não usei nankim, erro de principiante.<br />Tenho uma histéoria engraçada sobre nankim, mas vou contar outra hora.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031595028560812380-7481884621541136009?l=senhorescafandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodrigo Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08908931409172883815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031595028560812380.post-85879544154851175722009-09-23T05:47:00.000-07:002009-09-23T05:50:12.483-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SroZPN0Pl9I/AAAAAAAAACs/T1zYjO24MPc/s1600-h/pag9.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SroZPN0Pl9I/AAAAAAAAACs/T1zYjO24MPc/s400/pag9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384644053672368082" border="0" /></a><br />Tinta de Polvo, bico de pena e pincel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031595028560812380-8587954415485117572?l=senhorescafandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodrigo Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08908931409172883815noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031595028560812380.post-68905792781151162622009-09-22T07:31:00.000-07:002009-09-22T07:33:38.628-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/Srjf74qitQI/AAAAAAAAACk/yNeXBAqjUPc/s1600-h/dialogo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/Srjf74qitQI/AAAAAAAAACk/yNeXBAqjUPc/s400/dialogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384299574437524738" border="0" /></a><br />técnica: Nankim (pra variar) bico de pena e escova de dente.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031595028560812380-6890579278115116262?l=senhorescafandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodrigo Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08908931409172883815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031595028560812380.post-37556716704627963102009-09-21T08:26:00.000-07:002009-09-21T08:28:08.140-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SrebYVdp8CI/AAAAAAAAACc/lE750WdafUY/s1600-h/amantes.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SrebYVdp8CI/AAAAAAAAACc/lE750WdafUY/s400/amantes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383942721925410850" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031595028560812380-3755671670462796310?l=senhorescafandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodrigo Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08908931409172883815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031595028560812380.post-45191047476255799302009-09-18T16:57:00.000-07:002009-09-18T17:01:29.619-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SrQe2sQzV6I/AAAAAAAAACU/j3sLLPtZwEc/s1600-h/afogados.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SrQe2sQzV6I/AAAAAAAAACU/j3sLLPtZwEc/s400/afogados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382961379557988258" border="0" /></a><br />Deve ter uma porção de almas no fundo do mar, nas profundesas. Os Titanics e canoas naufragadas, quanta gente!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031595028560812380-4519104747625579930?l=senhorescafandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodrigo Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08908931409172883815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031595028560812380.post-75775792474001284392009-09-17T12:30:00.000-07:002009-09-17T12:42:47.101-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SrKPXcPrbrI/AAAAAAAAACM/uWMbVIu3pWU/s1600-h/luta.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SrKPXcPrbrI/AAAAAAAAACM/uWMbVIu3pWU/s400/luta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382522137542880946" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Os ictiossauros são uns peixes primitivos, parecidos com os golfinhos.Inventei que eles representam a porçào selvagem do homem. Fiz esse desenho pensando nos ictiossauros e na luta que travamos para dominá-los.<br />Nankim, pincel e bico de pena.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031595028560812380-7577579247400128439?l=senhorescafandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodrigo Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08908931409172883815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031595028560812380.post-75781963610473086622009-09-16T20:21:00.000-07:002009-09-16T20:22:23.322-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SrGrY9st1MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s8Jwn_MZcsc/s1600-h/fundo+do+po%C3%A7o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SrGrY9st1MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s8Jwn_MZcsc/s400/fundo+do+po%C3%A7o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382271475051779266" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031595028560812380-7578196361047308662?l=senhorescafandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodrigo Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08908931409172883815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031595028560812380.post-10905747991182699542009-09-16T05:11:00.000-07:002009-09-16T05:17:55.660-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SrDWGWy3SfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/f_RVys6QBnc/s1600-h/Escafandro2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SrDWGWy3SfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/f_RVys6QBnc/s400/Escafandro2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382036959394220530" border="0" /></a><br />Se eu fizesse psicanálise, será que esses desenhos aquáticos diriam alguma coisa que eu não sei?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031595028560812380-1090574799118269954?l=senhorescafandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodrigo Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08908931409172883815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031595028560812380.post-26065673875606504672009-09-15T19:57:00.000-07:002009-09-15T20:17:52.307-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SrBUPRr-3KI/AAAAAAAAABs/NZDY5nR4Yg4/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Y4K-9jv2Og/SrBUPRr-3KI/AAAAAAAAABs/NZDY5nR4Yg4/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381894176130391202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />É sério, as vezes eu me sinto como se estivesse dentro de um escafandro. Aquele traje de mergulho pesado, que suporta altas pressões das profundidades abissais, capacete de aço, impenetrável que favorece a proteção e uma visão monocular. A comunicação é precária, assim como os gestos e os passos com pé-de-chumbo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3031595028560812380-2606567387560650467?l=senhorescafandro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rodrigo Buenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08908931409172883815noreply@blogger.com4