Here's something I did for my Spanish seminar. After reading a short story by magical realist Juan Rulfo, we had to do a drawing, collage, poem, song - whatever we wanted, to represent his mystical land, Luvina. Luvina is supposed to be a sad, dreary, barren place where there is always a cold wind blowing. This was the best I could come up with in a short space of time:
I know, its pretty crappy. It does look a bit better in real life where you don't noticed the rumpled paper so much, but it's still pretty crappy. Oh well. The writing is a quote from the story. It roughly translates as:
"You asked me how long I spent in Luvina, true...?"
"...The truth is, I don't know"
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