Nando Tlacuilo

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Marina and Ani are the powerhouse duo known as @ibizapareo, a electronic pop band from Buenos Aires, Argentina. They made their #Chicago debut at #RuidoFest on July on 2016. In their visit, they inaugurated the #AnalogueVignette project with a musical performance, which, long overdue, will soon see the light of day. #FilmIsNotDead #IbizaPareo #GeiserRecords #Polaroid #impossibleproject (at Chicago, Illinois)

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Rainy Wednesday morning and black and white film. Instant photos are just an element of Analogue Vignette, but not it's sole component. They're just, you know, faster to get around posting. Today we shoot celluloid! 📸🎞 #FilmIsNotDead #ingrainwetrust #super8film #AnalogueVignette

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Last winter, took this picture of a place that feels like a second home. Also learned I can use film in 50- temptures but it's a tricky terrain. Luckily, now is summer! #FilmIsNotDead #AnaloguePhotography #Polaroid #impossibleproject #logansquare #ComfortStationLoganSquare (at Comfort Station Logan Square)

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a linoleum super8 print. tryin to learn this skill thru out this 2017. i'll be working on refining this design as well as other in the coming weeks.

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Come out Wednesday night at 8pm to see our second installment of our Halloween at Comfort Film series when we screen TeenAlien The Varrow Mission. Hosted by Paul Freitag-Fey from the @dailygrindhouse. (at Comfort Station Logan Square)

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The one where I say I'm a "sort of video artist but also a psuedo-documentarian". Not much to say, actually. But I do have this short experimental documentary to share. So let me know what you think!

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Comfort Station has a new website!

http://www.comfortstationlogansquare.org/

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My new sounds:

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The one where I declare myself a storyteller.

One of the fondest memories of my childhood is sitting with my cousins around my grandmother, usually at lunch or dinner time, and listening to her tall a story as we ate. Some where funny, other scary, like the one about La Llorona. They were insightful and entertaining nonetheless. Maybe I owe her the fact that I now look to tell stories, whether from the depths of my own twisted, imagination or from the dark yet colorful world that I inhabit.

When I was about fourteen years old, I read the blockbuster-like exploits that Mark Millar and Brian Hitch put on the Ultimates. My first encounter with a fascinating medium called comic books, and the combination of pictures and words, captivated me immediately. I became fervent reader of Millar and Hitch, as well of other contemporaries like Grant Morrison, John Romita Jr, and Mike Mignola, to name a few. The history of the medium led me to works from past decades and I became something of an erudite on sequential art and it's dynamic use of visual storytelling. Yes, I was a comic book geek. I wanted to do it too.

I dabbled in short fiction as well. I penned a short story for my school's newspaper, publish on occasion of Halloween. When I read that crude attempt at horror these days, I laugh at my naive but ambitious Gothic tale of a young werewolf accidentally killing his horny girlfriend. Stroker, Lovecraft and Quiroga would surely piss themselves laughing if they read it.

I eventually realized there was better, or so I think, medium for me to express my angst, my dreams, my nightmares. It is called film. I ran amok with a mini DV camera during my senior year in high school, capturing every aspect of the exciting life of high school teenagers. Perhaps is my innate nature and acquired criticism, but I feel the youth today over-documents their life. There is no selective process of material worth archiving anymore, no self-criticism. Maybe I'm just a snob.

I wanted to do this filmmaking thing right. So I went to film school in Mexico. My stance at that institution was bittersweet. There were intelligent professors, some who shine a light on me, but the founder of the school proved to be a cretin, to say the least, and I left it. I tried, sure, to enter other schools, but my attempts were futile.

I studied by myself. I watched movies every night, wrote scripts and theories, read memoirs by outstanding filmmakers and studies my bright analyst. I knew that if I wanted to become a decent visual storyteller and learn the technique and art of cinematic language, I had to continue my schooling at any cost.

I found myself back in Chicago and not one bit disillusioned. I've shot a few short fiction films, recorded musical performances with local bands, and now I'm working on pseudo documentary about my community. I'm also writing a collection of horror stories (haven't let go of that) and a short novela. I still want to do graphic novels, writing and drawing all of it myself, if necessary.

And here I am now, discovering a new, powerful and exciting medium to tell stories. Radio. As a member of Vocalo's Storytelling Wokshop, I'm preparing a story about the hard reality my neighborhood is going thru. I'm confident on the significance this piece will have if done right. And that's the only way I plan to do it. I feel both nervous and thrilled of what this new form of storytelling has for me.

This is me telling you I am a natural born storyteller expanding his horizons, ever hungry for the real and unreal, the harsh reality and the absurd surrealism. I am a modern day tlacuilo.

Stick around. You might like a thing or two of what I have to say.

[nandotlacuilo]

BirdWatch from Espinosa Herrera on Vimeo.

Birding, an elderly man witness a murder, and finding himself alone, takes action against the perpetrator with his own hands.

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The one where I start a Tumblr blog.

This is unexpected. Though I'm a person who constantly writes, normally unto a journal of some sort, I never thought I should share my thoughts and such with the internet community. Not out of jealousy or over protection of my thoughts, or fear or concerned for what an individual might or will say of such pondering. I simply did not see it necessary to share what I think or do, properly. I mean, I blab and show off on facebook, the only social network I've used so far, about where I'm going, or I am with, or what I'm about to eat or drink.

But this is. I feel, a good writing exercise. See, I'm a filmmaker, rough around the ages and autodidact. This is my prefer method to tell stories, despite me being ambitious and trying other forms of storytelling, like playwright and comic books But a writer, I'm sad to admit, I am not. I say that because I don't write everyday, as a writer should. You're a dancer, you dance or move or shake what yo momma gave you everyday. You're an illustrator, you draw or paint or doodle everyday. You're a musician, you play your bass or drums or violin everyday. You are what you do because that's what you wanted to do and want to do.

And there's the problem. I don't write everyday. I'm just a guy who write, once in a while. I lack discipline, routine, will, though I've tried several times and failed. And this is about to change.

Are you still there? Hope you are. Anyhow, here I am, making the first entry to my Tumblr blog. Not so much because I wanted to, but because I was asked to. Because I need to if I want to properly succeed in a new endeavor I have been proudly chosen to be a part of.

I recently became a member of the first Vocalo Storytelling Workshop en Español. Starting a Tumblr account and posting on it. This is a new and exiting opportunity to further expand my ambitions and learn to tell stories in a new format, a new platform-- radio.

And so, I will use this Tumblr blog to tell you, dear reader, about the updates of the workshop and the process of creating a 7 minute radio feature, while sharing with you other thought and ideas, dreams and nightmares, and other projects that I might take upon, while also blabbing once in a while about myself and me life. I have a very exiting moth of September coming up. I hope you stick around to see the surprise I have coming at the end of the month.

I be seeing you around. Like, follow, share, or just laugh a little if I can make you laugh.

Thank you.

Nando

PS. I feel something between us, this feels good. Lets see where it takes us! Si?