Cronopios Tomados
Drawing on paper
Inspired by Argentine writer Julio Cortázar's book “Historias de Cronopios y de Famas” (1966)
Flor y Cronopio
Pencil on paper
11x9cm
"A Cronopio finds a solitary flower in the middle of the fields. At first he is going to pluck it, but he thinks that is a useless cruelty and kneels down beside it and plays happily with the flower, to wit: he caresses its petals, blows on it so it will dance, buzzes like a bee, smells its perfume, and finally lies down beneath the flower and falls asleep wrapped in a great peace. The flower thinks: 'It's like a flower'."
— Julio Cortázar, Cronopios and Famas (1962)
Pencil on paper
11x9cm
"A Cronopio finds a solitary flower in the middle of the fields. At first he is going to pluck it, but he thinks that is a useless cruelty and kneels down beside it and plays happily with the flower, to wit: he caresses its petals, blows on it so it will dance, buzzes like a bee, smells its perfume, and finally lies down beneath the flower and falls asleep wrapped in a great peace. The flower thinks: 'It's like a flower'."
— Julio Cortázar, Cronopios and Famas (1962)
La Llave
Pencil on paper
13x13cm
"A tiny Cronopio was looking for the street door key on his night table, the night table in his bedroom, the bedroom in his house, the house in the street. Here the Cronopio stopped, because to go out into the street he needed the street door key."
— Julio Cortázar, Cronopios and Famas (1962)
Pencil on paper
13x13cm
"A tiny Cronopio was looking for the street door key on his night table, the night table in his bedroom, the bedroom in his house, the house in the street. Here the Cronopio stopped, because to go out into the street he needed the street door key."
— Julio Cortázar, Cronopios and Famas (1962)
Haga como si estuviera en su casa
Pencil on paper
24x21cm
"An Hope built himself a house and put a tile in it that said: Welcome all who arrive at this home.
A Fame built himself a house and didn't put very many tiles in it.
A Cronopio built himself a house and following custom put various tiles on the porch that he bought or had made. The tiles were placed in such a way that they could be read in order. The first said: Welcome all who arrive at this home. The second said: The house is small but the heart is big. The third said: The presence of the guest is soft as the grass. The fourth said: We are poor indeed, but not in will. The fifth said: This sign cancels all previous ones. Beat it, dog.
— Julio Cortázar, Cronopios and Famas (1962)
Pencil on paper
24x21cm
"An Hope built himself a house and put a tile in it that said: Welcome all who arrive at this home.
A Fame built himself a house and didn't put very many tiles in it.
A Cronopio built himself a house and following custom put various tiles on the porch that he bought or had made. The tiles were placed in such a way that they could be read in order. The first said: Welcome all who arrive at this home. The second said: The house is small but the heart is big. The third said: The presence of the guest is soft as the grass. The fourth said: We are poor indeed, but not in will. The fifth said: This sign cancels all previous ones. Beat it, dog.
— Julio Cortázar, Cronopios and Famas (1962)
Leon y Cronopio
Pencil on paper
15x23cm
"A Cronopio walking through the desert runs into a lion, and the following dialogue takes place:
Lion.— I'm going to eat you.
Cronopio (deeply distressed but with dignity).— Oh well.
Lion.— Ah, no. None of that martyr stuff with me. Start crying, or fight, one or the other. I can't eat you like this. Come on, I'm waiting, aren't you going to say anything?
The Cronopio says nothing, and the Lion is perplexed, until he gets an idea.
Lion.— Good thing I have a thorn in my left paw that bothers me a lot. Take it out and I'll spare your life.
The Cronopio takes out the thorn and the Lion leaves, grumbling reluctantly.
Lion.— Thanks, Androcles.
— Julio Cortázar, Cronopios and Famas (1962)
Pencil on paper
15x23cm
"A Cronopio walking through the desert runs into a lion, and the following dialogue takes place:
Lion.— I'm going to eat you.
Cronopio (deeply distressed but with dignity).— Oh well.
Lion.— Ah, no. None of that martyr stuff with me. Start crying, or fight, one or the other. I can't eat you like this. Come on, I'm waiting, aren't you going to say anything?
The Cronopio says nothing, and the Lion is perplexed, until he gets an idea.
Lion.— Good thing I have a thorn in my left paw that bothers me a lot. Take it out and I'll spare your life.
The Cronopio takes out the thorn and the Lion leaves, grumbling reluctantly.
Lion.— Thanks, Androcles.
— Julio Cortázar, Cronopios and Famas (1962)