The victims of fashion, art and cool here in town started a project of playing cards and invited some artists. I'm not even close from the art scene members here but I joined the project because a friend of mine, also named Thiago, was part of it. The thing was so disorganized that Thiago himself left the project. By seeing it as a good opportunity, I decided to continue. So each suit would be raffled between the artists involved — something's wrong here, because the project has two whole decks but the number of artists doesn't fulfill even a single deck! But that's OK, not my problem. I was hoping to get some Club suit because I wanted to do something Celtic with green and orange, but unfortunatelly I got 2 of Diamonds.

It took me some time to start my project — weeks, actually, and, to tell the truth, I started it today, and today is the deadline to deliver my art. Before getting to work, I thought a lot this morning on what to do. Then I decided by the candles and the owl. I drew this here in the office, digitalized it and put on the suit template they gave me.

This is when I have myself a probation on how I treasure and accept my own art. Coz most of the artists participating on the project are actually, I don't know how to call this... designers? Digital artists? Adobe Photoshop pilots (or pirates)? Whatever. They do colorful and psychedelic 3D computer arts and I come with this full-white/blank thing. Then I say to myself "Ease! I am what I am!"

And I've got a lot of delayed stuff, so I better control my ADD and start working hard.