@elsombreronart
Colombian-American horror artist who's still thinking about Carmilla. He/him butch. Repped by @jas-perry.com Looking for WFH work and an editor for some of my weirdest horror #comics #cartoonists #StationAbacus #Untitledno89
Jaime! Comic Creator of the anthology.
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Jaime - @elsombreronart.bsky.social - is a comics creator that specializes in mythological reinterpretation, collage, and hauntings in their stories. They're a Colombian artist who pulls a lot from the rich hauntology of their region to sculpt stories about grief, rage, and love.
A boot made of ice tries to put out a community made of fire but they're melting it. Next to them there's text that says: violence is temporary but we are forever. No shopping no work no school. Call your senators. 1/30 Strike! Abolish I.C.E. Free the children
Queen of clubs card where Veridiana is framed in a club, coyly pulling the green ribbon off her neck
Bonus Veridiana :3
A joker card with all the card suits in the corners and in the center Ovidio holds giant scissors that are trying to close around his neck open, hands bleeding. Red marks say "joker" above his head and also make X's over his eyes and tear drops on his cheeks
Jack of Hearts where a shrouded ghost stands in the heart, head going past the heart's border. The ghost holds a missing poster
Queen of spades card where Catalina is in a spade, biting an apple as blood runs down her lip and chin. She has a necklace on and her hair is in braids
King of diamonds card with Doe framed in a diamond, fire in the background and smoke coming out of her mouth
Did these playing cards for #Untitledno89 a little ago and am contemplating revisiting because of how fun it is (especially also now that I know waaaaay more about card divination)
A picture of a car in an empty parking garage
A picture of an island of dead grass in the middle of a frozen brook, barren trees around it
A shot of the brook as it goes under a bridge, barren trees in the foreground
A wooden birdhouse, centered, trees and a playground in the background
The camera quality isn't astounding but I find it keeps me aware of the world in a way as I look for shots and once I start I get motivated to take a lot more
Small yellow Kodak camera that says 1987 on the front and has purple, blue, red, orange, and yellow stripes. It has a matching woven cord on it
A sign that says "danger do not enter" attached to a chain link fence
A shot of the street from besides a barbershop at night
A shot of a door, lit up from within, the left side of the picture lining up with the wall of the building
Have been challenging myself to take a picture a day with this new little camera I got from a friend (the cord was made by my beloved partner) and here are the first week of results
Profile of a Ovidio in ink, where he's growing out a long mohawk and has two small hoop earrings. Pencil sketch of a torso and head below him
Sketch of someone focused, staring at the viewer, hair flying in the wind, waves crashing around her
My OC pigeon looking towards the sky, crouched, skirt pulled taut in the pose
A little prince holding a tiny Katamari over his head and two goofy cats next to him
Some recent doodles
Profile of a Ovidio in ink, where he's growing out a long mohawk and has two small hoop earrings. Pencil sketch of a torso and head below him
Sketch of someone focused, staring at the viewer, hair flying in the wind, waves crashing around her
My OC pigeon looking towards the sky, crouched, skirt pulled taut in the pose
A little prince holding a tiny Katamari over his head and two goofy cats next to him
Some recent doodles
A picture of a car in an empty parking garage
A picture of an island of dead grass in the middle of a frozen brook, barren trees around it
A shot of the brook as it goes under a bridge, barren trees in the foreground
A wooden birdhouse, centered, trees and a playground in the background
The camera quality isn't astounding but I find it keeps me aware of the world in a way as I look for shots and once I start I get motivated to take a lot more
Small yellow Kodak camera that says 1987 on the front and has purple, blue, red, orange, and yellow stripes. It has a matching woven cord on it
A sign that says "danger do not enter" attached to a chain link fence
A shot of the street from besides a barbershop at night
A shot of a door, lit up from within, the left side of the picture lining up with the wall of the building
Have been challenging myself to take a picture a day with this new little camera I got from a friend (the cord was made by my beloved partner) and here are the first week of results
Queen of clubs card where Veridiana is framed in a club, coyly pulling the green ribbon off her neck
Bonus Veridiana :3
A joker card with all the card suits in the corners and in the center Ovidio holds giant scissors that are trying to close around his neck open, hands bleeding. Red marks say "joker" above his head and also make X's over his eyes and tear drops on his cheeks
Jack of Hearts where a shrouded ghost stands in the heart, head going past the heart's border. The ghost holds a missing poster
Queen of spades card where Catalina is in a spade, biting an apple as blood runs down her lip and chin. She has a necklace on and her hair is in braids
King of diamonds card with Doe framed in a diamond, fire in the background and smoke coming out of her mouth
Did these playing cards for #Untitledno89 a little ago and am contemplating revisiting because of how fun it is (especially also now that I know waaaaay more about card divination)
started day job but my cc debt is now uh. More than I’d like it to be because I still haven’t been paid for some freelance work, and my first paycheck won’t come in till much later this month , and I don’t have enough to pay phone/internet bill so shares appreciated 😔😔😔
Happy birthday 🎉🎉🎉🎉!
As a birthday gift to me, everyone pre-order at least one of my upcoming titles pls 🥳
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A small comic with a cover that looks like a missing poster is displayed on a pedestal, with a piece framed above it showing a sheet ghost and panels within it
Three frames are displayed showing original comic pages from a new comic
Then I was featured in a Latin artist showcase called Artisferio! I finished a 20 page comic mostly in a week for it that I'm very proud of ! This comic is a prequel to #Untitledno89 that I'll post soon!
Page framed by dogs looking into the panels. Top two panels show a man sleeping on a mattress in an empty room being woken up by barking. The bottom panels shows him feeding some stray dogs. Text says: "the house was strangely surrounded by a pack of dogs which Jedediah took a shine to, imagining one might become the family pet one day."
I toned my first set of Thirteen Houses pages so I could pitch them and hopefully bring a sampler to a zinefest (printing went very badly so it did not come with me at the end lol). Going to get back into drawing more soon!
If you'd like to keep up with this and read other comics I'm working on, I'd love it if you'd consider subscribing to or at least sharing my patreon
www.patreon.com/elsombrerona...
A missing poster showing a woman with curly short hair and big gold hoops smiling and waving at the camera. Under her picture it says "have you seen this person?" And then there's a list of information typically seen in missing posters like name, age, height, weight, hair color, hair length, eye color, what she was wearing, last seen, all censored. It then says "an Untitled no. 89 story by Jaime A. Mosquera Manchola"
A journal entry by Josie written on lined paper bordered by a blue background. "It hasn't rained in a few weeks, and for some reason, that terrifies me. I feel the humidity suffocating me, like the sea that raised me so lovingly is flooding into my lungs and drowning me. It's clouding my brain. Making me think of something Ovidio wrote: 'this island is our sacred body and the sea its destiny; both are in constant terrifying negotiation. The argument between us and our deaths." It's so gruesome, to see fate through the lens of its most unforgiving possibility and none of its beauty. I've never accepted my destiny as anything but beautiful." The next selection is crossed out: " but because of these dreams". Return to regular text: "I can feel the spirits of this island move around me, and it makes me feel naive to believe in the goodness of fate. That my destiny can be dissimilar to theirs. Who decides which lives are lovely, and which are not? The water in the air, the ocean, my body all whisper the same doubt to me:"
A ripped piece of the line page says at the top: "is something beautiful coming for me? Or is fate truly hideous?" And a shrouded ghost is collaged onto the blue toned woods, their reflection in the water
A call for entries that says: "what does a myth say about a culture and its people's beliefs? How do tragedies and victories become part of the tales we tell for generations? Oriyamar is and island overflowing with stories and meaning. We're looking for art in any medium analyzing Oriyamar's mythology in refreshing and new ways." The rest of the text fading: "please submit high quality images of your work with a title and artist's statement to..."
Hello everyone it's my birthday 🥳 and what I want most is for y'all to read and share my new #Untitledno89 prequel comic I made! I really want to launch U89 as a webcomic next year so this is a spoiler free teaser for the vibes and aesthetic of the story (1/6)
Calendar graphic with heading BSTOX FINAL CLOSING SALE on top. Center text reads: Come through to help us offset the debts of the store *and* benefit a prisoner solidarity org. 12/13, 12/20, 12/27, 12-5 PM, 116 Suffolk Street. Masks required. This text is flanked by an exclamation point outline on the left, art of a megaphone held up on the right, and the Bluestockings logo underneath.
Passing this on from folks who are not on Bluesky: If you're in NYC, Bluestockings is having a final closing sale.
Come celebrate and grieve the closing of the store, and the sunset of Bluestockings Cooperative.
Books, appliances, merchandise, furniture-- everything is going.
Masks are required!
the path well traveled #coyote #poetry #animalart
If you'd like to keep up with this and read other comics I'm working on, I'd love it if you'd consider subscribing to or at least sharing my patreon
www.patreon.com/elsombrerona...
Josie laughs as she runs through the rain, holding her purse over her head. She's trapped in a missing poster again, all the text is blacked out except for the date she was last seen: 6/2
6/6
There's a dark blue background with the raindrops over them. There's a shot of the tree line and sky showing the rain falling. Josie looks shocked as people call her name as she looks at the crying Llorona that looks back. "I dreamt of her every night for the past week. We're in the forest and it's raining. People are calling my name but I can't leave to find them and they can't find me. Only la llorona can, and she weeps because I'm not who she's looking for."
The shrouded ghost looks at her own missing poster and falls to her knees. Josie: even when I wake I can still feel her despair through my dread. What a horrible fate."
A black background with a large crying shrouded over it. The three panels of Ovidio and Josie talking are on top of it. Josie: would you look for me if I couldn't be found? Ovidio: what do you mean? Josie: if I was missing? Ovidio: don't say that. Josie: no, but really. Ovidio: of course, I would. For the rest of my life.
Black and white panels of Josie walking at night and it starts to rain. She smiles.
5/6
Collage of paintings of Josie and a shrouded ghost, cut and put together in a checkerboard fashion. Below there's collaged text that says "find me!"
Two panels of Ovidio and Josie drawing under a blanket, lighting their space with a flashlight in a cup. Ovidio: I don't know what I'm gonna submit for the show. I haven't even chosen a myth. Josie: I'm thinking of doing La Llorona. Ovidio: yeah? Josie: why not? Ovidio: no reason I guess, why that one? Josie: I was doing research and... I don't know. She calls to me. Every version of her story is a little different, but they all have a couple repeated pieces:"
A collaged background depicting woods and the ocean with raindrops over it. A panel in the top left with a woman smiling and the bottom right with a woman crying. Layered shrouded ghosts shift into a crouched, crying figure. "It always starts with some type of love, followed by an immense loss, an ocean of grief. And then there's the blame. Was she responsible for what happened to her? Did she precipitate her own fate? Is it her own fault she's now doomed to wander looking for what's lost?"
Ovidio and Josie look at each other in the dark. At the bottom, Josie is depicted sleeping at the bottom with a bonnet on and an explosion of collar collaged off of her. Ovidio: what has your llorona lost? Josie: ...I don't know yet. It'll come to me, somehow. She visits me in my dreams."
4/6
A panel of Ovidio crying, a jagged red text bubble showing them cry out "Josie!"
Three panels showing an old lady, two students, and a man talking about Josie. "Quédate estudiosa, y ojo-- para que no terminas como esa muchachita." "Did you hear about Josie?" "Are you surprised? I heard she was sleeping around a lot." "Le paso por estar de perra."
Ovidio talking about Josie: "her favorite season is spring. She loves old cumbia. She loves the water: the ocean, the rivers, the rain, everything. Her favorite artist of all time is Juliana Ochoa Nueves. She loved her work. She drinks an absurd amount of tea. I have to believe we can find her, because that's what she'd believe if it was me."
Juliana Ochoa Nueves: mi futuro es mi hija, y cada día la voy criando. Me enseñó a ser una persona mejor, a tener más habilidades, a hablar mejor, a cocinar mejor, a bailar mejor, a hacer arte mejor, a vivir mejor. Mi trabajo principal, antes de cualquier otro, es ser la mejor mamá que pueda para la Juliana del futuro. Cuando se me va una oportunidad o tengo que tomar decisiones que cambian mi vida, siento duelo por todos los futuros que se han cerrado a mi, porque esas son hijas mortinatas. Y al mismo tiempo, lamento la pérdida de las versiones de mi del pasado, porque son mamás ques murieron dando luz a la mujer que soy hoy. Mi cuerpo nace y muere solo una vez, pero yo sigo en ciclo constante de nacimiento, cambio, y muerte, de luto, aprendizaje, y felicidad."
3/6
CW: Misogynistic victim blaming
![A collage of wiki pages and articles describing la Llorona. In the meantime she escapes her picture and walks off page. "la llorona (the crying woman, the weeping woman, the wailer) is a vengeful ghost in Hispanic American folklore who is said to roam near bodies of water mourning [blacked out text] she drowned [blacked out text] whoever heard her crying either suffers misfortune or death and their life becomes unsuccessful in every field. Origins: the origins of the legend are uncertain, dice la tradición que existió una mujer atractiva y voraz, que atraía a los hombres de pueblo en pueblo con encanto y tentación. Una vez [blacked out text] murió [blacked out text]. Ella [blacked out text] siguió vagando [blacked out text]. Los campesinos escuchan su llanto lleno de alma traidora que nunca pudo superar la muerte [blacked out text]. La llorona es una mujer de pelo largo negro graso, de ojos rojizos como candelillas, y rostro cadavérico. En sus largos brazos acuna a [blacked out text] muerte y vaga por los ríos y selvas. La llorona is a legendary figure with various incarnations. Usually translated into English as "the wailing woman", she is often presented as a banshee-type: an apparition of a woman dressed in white, often found by lakes or rivers, sometimes at crossroads who cries. She is often described as a lost soul, doomed to wander the earth forever. To some she is a boogeywoman, used by parents to scare children into good behavior. Just as a source will tell us more about the author than the subject, we can glean a lot about a storyteller's point of view when examining the development of this particular legend. It is strange that such a pervasive myth could have such different features but still be known by the same name. We can clearly see that many elements of La Llorona change over time."](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:atdrakkyi5zueifoflg2ewhw/bafkreign5rcgmd45g27zdv6dtmve4gayfef6zgoectvojaltqpt622nyay@jpeg)
A collage of wiki pages and articles describing la Llorona. In the meantime she escapes her picture and walks off page. "la llorona (the crying woman, the weeping woman, the wailer) is a vengeful ghost in Hispanic American folklore who is said to roam near bodies of water mourning [blacked out text] she drowned [blacked out text] whoever heard her crying either suffers misfortune or death and their life becomes unsuccessful in every field. Origins: the origins of the legend are uncertain, dice la tradición que existió una mujer atractiva y voraz, que atraía a los hombres de pueblo en pueblo con encanto y tentación. Una vez [blacked out text] murió [blacked out text]. Ella [blacked out text] siguió vagando [blacked out text]. Los campesinos escuchan su llanto lleno de alma traidora que nunca pudo superar la muerte [blacked out text]. La llorona es una mujer de pelo largo negro graso, de ojos rojizos como candelillas, y rostro cadavérico. En sus largos brazos acuna a [blacked out text] muerte y vaga por los ríos y selvas. La llorona is a legendary figure with various incarnations. Usually translated into English as "the wailing woman", she is often presented as a banshee-type: an apparition of a woman dressed in white, often found by lakes or rivers, sometimes at crossroads who cries. She is often described as a lost soul, doomed to wander the earth forever. To some she is a boogeywoman, used by parents to scare children into good behavior. Just as a source will tell us more about the author than the subject, we can glean a lot about a storyteller's point of view when examining the development of this particular legend. It is strange that such a pervasive myth could have such different features but still be known by the same name. We can clearly see that many elements of La Llorona change over time."
A shrouded ghost collaged out of tule looks into the water and sees her living reflection reaching back
A blurry missing poster, with Josie's eyes blurred out saying: MISSING? DO YOU KNOW HER? Her name? Her hair? When you last saw her? What you last said to her? ¿Sus ojos? ¿Sus deseos? ¿Donde esta?
3 panels, depicting Josie's mother crying, a vigil of candles and flowers in front of her picture, and a search party where someone calls Josie's full first name Josefina. Her mother cries: mi hija... Devuelvemela! Por favor! Mi hija!"
I made this comic for Latin arts showcase called Artisferio and finished 18 of the pages in 4 days (😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫) 2/6
A missing poster showing a woman with curly short hair and big gold hoops smiling and waving at the camera. Under her picture it says "have you seen this person?" And then there's a list of information typically seen in missing posters like name, age, height, weight, hair color, hair length, eye color, what she was wearing, last seen, all censored. It then says "an Untitled no. 89 story by Jaime A. Mosquera Manchola"
A journal entry by Josie written on lined paper bordered by a blue background. "It hasn't rained in a few weeks, and for some reason, that terrifies me. I feel the humidity suffocating me, like the sea that raised me so lovingly is flooding into my lungs and drowning me. It's clouding my brain. Making me think of something Ovidio wrote: 'this island is our sacred body and the sea its destiny; both are in constant terrifying negotiation. The argument between us and our deaths." It's so gruesome, to see fate through the lens of its most unforgiving possibility and none of its beauty. I've never accepted my destiny as anything but beautiful." The next selection is crossed out: " but because of these dreams". Return to regular text: "I can feel the spirits of this island move around me, and it makes me feel naive to believe in the goodness of fate. That my destiny can be dissimilar to theirs. Who decides which lives are lovely, and which are not? The water in the air, the ocean, my body all whisper the same doubt to me:"
A ripped piece of the line page says at the top: "is something beautiful coming for me? Or is fate truly hideous?" And a shrouded ghost is collaged onto the blue toned woods, their reflection in the water
A call for entries that says: "what does a myth say about a culture and its people's beliefs? How do tragedies and victories become part of the tales we tell for generations? Oriyamar is and island overflowing with stories and meaning. We're looking for art in any medium analyzing Oriyamar's mythology in refreshing and new ways." The rest of the text fading: "please submit high quality images of your work with a title and artist's statement to..."
Hello everyone it's my birthday 🥳 and what I want most is for y'all to read and share my new #Untitledno89 prequel comic I made! I really want to launch U89 as a webcomic next year so this is a spoiler free teaser for the vibes and aesthetic of the story (1/6)
It's fucked up but I believe in you
I'll probably be on here again soon (tomorrow is my birthday so I'll be posting art :3) but that's a nice little recap of my favorite chaotic last few weeks. I hope you're all doing well!