J.LUIS MICÓ: Iaio

About Luis

After big dosis of comics for supervivors makes his own Works narcotized by indian ink. Today recovered in big format drawings thanks to the coffee, enjoys painting costumbrist scenes, imposible characters and tender emotions... Or how Juan Luis Al would say:
"In the hot entrails of his victims there is something he searchs and that is lost when they get cold. Things that don´t rest, music there is not for them, there is no peace, there is his home, cold and disordered. This place, this desire. Doesn´t cry or ask forgiveness, over small belly lie down dirty and narrow. The defeat says wellcome in his spicy lips, ruinous like figs his hands"

J.LUIS MICÓ

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23/11/15

Iaio

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