I define this program like one of the most important experiences in my life. There are several reasons why this program changed my vision of life.

I learned about the processes how to design digital media, but the most important is that I learned that any dream can be a reality.

I met new people, new friends, and new ways to say simply Gracias… “Thank you”.

I sincerely enjoyed any minute with my classmates. In my silence I always enjoyed to be part of this great class.

It is important the Goal, but for me it is important too the Way to this goal. Here is where we learn about the life.

I wish the best for everybody.

Simply,

thank you very much dear friends,

you always will be in my heart.

I always thought that this place is only in tales of fantasy.

The life has its own methods to show us what are these magic places.

I have my own magic garden. That garden has rivers with shine waters.

The flowers are alive. All birds sing beautiful melodies that I composed for them.

Fields of colors and green hills are my borders. The sun is always present and the day, the evening and night have the same sensation.

I know that everybody wants a garden like my garden. But nobody knows why I have this wonderful place.

This was the gift that moved the world for thousands and thousands years. There are several ways to find it.

What is this magic garden?

I am seeing the horizon, where the earth surface and the light are only one.

I am going up for the stair. I feel the breeze in my face and I can feel too the warm of the earth.

With me are few people. But I know what to do.

There is a balcony. Nobody wants to be near this balcony.

I am sure that I can fly. Now, I am in the border. The landscapes are wonderful.

An infinite blue ocean, green forests and a long distance from where I am and the floor.

When I look  down, I feel fear. I do not want to jump to the precipice.

I can feel the blood in my heart and almost all my heart beats.

Now, I remember that I am not alone. The owner of everything is with me, God is with me despite I can’t see him.

I see the sky again and taking a little breath… I jump.

In the dream I can fly wherever I want and I have nothing to fear.

When I woke up I could remember what happened in the dream, but the feeling is mine. I could fly for few minutes.

I do not know why I have this kind of dreams but I felt real.

With me there are few people. That people are suffering the devastation of the war.

In our backs there are violent sounds. Several bombs and guns are killing innocent people.

I was running very scared for saving my life. In the same time I am showing the way to the liberty to people, because they are familiar to me. In the middle of a little way and climbing in a hill there is a little boy.

He is two years old and I do not know why he is completely nude.

I saw him in the middle of the way and while I am running with desperation I took him in my arms and I embraced him with all my power.

Who is that little boy?

He is a chosen one. My soul could recognize him in the middle of the suffering. I felt his real name in my heart. He is a Dalai Lama.

The Dalai Lama is the ocean of wisdom. Every stone in the way, every flower in the hill, every tree in the forest, every bird… absolutely he knows the spiritual and scientific name.

The knowledge is inside him because he own the wisdom for ever. His happiness is the same wisdom and he does not need anything material.

That little boy is in my arms and we are now in the top of the mount. I am happy to help him.

Now we see the valley and there is not war, because there is calm. I sincerely believe that this is not a simple dream.

I have a beautiful feeling in my heart. Why I had this dream?

Until yesterday I did not know that Dalai Lama means ocean of wisdom.

After this dream I took the necessary time to search the information about Dalai Lama.

What is necessary for helping to humanity to find a real way the wisdom?

“Knowledge and spirituality should walk together.”

All your fruits was given to me. I enjoined all of them.

That juices are so sweet that my hands disappear in your body when the warm voice of the life tell our names.

I always wanted to touch you. The life has these incredible ways and from here does not matter the human time.

I wanted you with all the energy of my life… and I touched you once and I was born again as the son of the promise was born.

I saw my dear maiden directly to your eyes, because I have contemplated my own passion for you as somebody see the mirror of the life.

Now everything is magic, everything that I see I can recognize now your promise. You are inside me singing every day.

To whisper your name in the morning when the sun opens the flowers does that I feel the way to my real home.

I do not fear anything, only you know who I am, only you.

The sky is blue and I can smelt the nature of the truth.

This is a magic garden. This is my secret garden. This is where I am hidden to the real world. I can see to everywhere and enjoy the beautiful of these wonderful places.

I am walking alone. In front of me are thousands of beautiful butterflies. All are so beautiful that it is impossible to distinguish to every one of them.

Their colors are amazing. Their wings push me air in my face and I can remember places before to have born.

I do not want to touch any of them because they are delicate.

In only one instant, in only one second I saw the most beautiful of all butterflies.

She is so beautiful that to see her does that my heart jumps constantly.

Thousands of them are in front of me, but she is the princess. I know that.

I want to be near her, but it is impossible. With any of my steps she disappears like the sun disappears when the night comes.

When I stop to walk she is in front of me again. Radiant with her wings movements. Very nice to see her dance. The happiness in her smile makes me happy.

I want to touch her, but now there is more distance.

I want to embrace her with all my passion for feeling her kingdom, but I know that it would be my last action. Finally, I understand that this magic garden is not real because this is a dream.

I wake up with her face in my mind. I start to walk alone again.  In the way are thousands of beautiful butterflies, but none of them like the princess that I saw.

Where the way ends, when all people ignores that I am breathing… she is in the gate of this magic garden.

I can recognize her in the distance. I can close my eyes and to feel where she is.

She is the most beautiful princess of all the butterflies. I hear her voice. I feel her laugh in the distance.

I do not know what to do. If I come back to my dreams I could loose her for ever.

If I continue there is another gate that it is impossible to see what are the colors of that places. I only want to rest. I would wish to fly as she flies but I cannot do that.

I press my hands to my ears.  I close my eyes and I don’t know how I can see that I am kneeling.

In front of me thousands of butterflies but I miss her. I miss her voice, I miss her face.

I want to see her eyes of princess once more. I know that this could be my last minute in my life.

I can feel the darkness comes to me. Everything is dark because the sun does not have brightness.

The beautiful places now are eroded. My tears wet the floor. Now I’m dying alone and I can’t see anything.

Everything is silence. No more colors. I wake up of this dream and I discover that my closed hands have something that I can’t see.

I wake up again and around me are few people with black clothes. Nobody known. I can’t move my body. I can’t speak and I can’t open my eyes.

What happened with me? I do not remember why I am here.

I am in front of dark places, where the night covers everything. There are several gardens without flowers as an eroded field of velvet.

The sky is black and I can smelt the nature of the death.

Finally, I remember that this is another dream and when I wake up…

I see my beautiful princess, in front of me with her girl’s eyes and I embrace her with all my passion knowing that this is my last dream, but I did it!!! because she is the Princess of all the most beautiful Butterflies.

In 1942 a movie called “Saludos Amigos” was created by Walt Disney for south American countries when the world was suffering the devastation of the second world war.  Interesting message.

In that movie Pedro is a little airplane that represents to Chile and he can’t cross the mountains (Cordillera de los Andes).

When the movie was watched by René Ríos Boettiger (1911-2000) who was a Chilean cartoonist known as “Pepo” (pseudonym), he thought after to have seen that movie:

that is not true ¡the Chilean people are not like that!

Immediately he took the pencil and started to draw different characters that show how the Chileans are.

He was thinking in a character that show to everybody the particular way of how Chileans enjoy to make humour.

The condor is a representative bird of Chile and south America and it was taken for to give life to this special character.

Condorito (diminutive of Condor) is an Andean condor with the scientific name of Vultur gryphus (Vultur).

Condorito is one of most important comic magazines in Chile, and probably one of the most representative character in all south America for Comic magazines.

The unique sense of humour really speaks for Chile. Every story, every funny situation is a story where the craftiness, the prank and why not the mischief appears in funny way.

Any story ends with the expression PLOP! That it means the perplexed of the situation.

What would be the life without jokes? A boring expression of the “it does not sense”.

The smile is proper of the human being, to laugh, to cry. We should have one smile per day for doing this world more sensitive in a good way.

It does not means to hide the reality, however it really would help us to see our weakness and strength end enjoy from a simple magazine.

Any character in this magazine represents a person, not only a Chilean person, but a character from any city around the world.

Condorito is a real character, he is also an international character without layer and a stupid mask.

He does not have a double personality. He shows us the another side of the humour where the unforeseeable appears in any second with an expressive PLOP! (what is that!)

Thank you Condorito for showing me where I am from, thanks plumifero (bird) !!!

For the graphic industry it was the beginning of the revolution, an Apple classic II.

In my graphic composition class (1988-1989) we were learning Linotype, that it was the old mechanic system of  lines composition with melted lead.

In this generation of graphic composition I was one of the first graphic designers in became part of the transition from the old system of graphic production and the new system called: “desktop publishing”.

My first experience using a software was with the famous Page Maker (Aldus Corporation) in 1989.

I learnt how to produce forms, magazines, brochures, pamphlets and other graphic products. Basically, I was in presence of the first digital interfaces as a desktop.

“No more dirty hands in production” I really worked with a “white jacket” to give the welcome to the future… hahaha no more dark grey overalls for personal protection!!!

Nowadays, the new generations of graphic designers and multimedia artists only want the latest version of software. Most of them do not know how was the analog system of graphic composition. I consider me a fortunate person, because I lived in the transition between two worlds.

I sincerely believe that my experience in this transition gave me an important and consistent knowledge in the artistic field as a graphic designer. I can explain the transition between two worlds: the analog system and the digital system.

What was your first version?

Despite to read many times different sources as books, manuals and specific web sites for understanding the principle of these particular languages, I have been thinking in the necessity of learning using graphic elements to explain the content.

Why? Very simple, if an instructor uses a creative method she or he can explain these issues visually and graphically more consistent than a way based only in the codes as a method.

In my experience, we should learn using icons, symbols, combinations of colors and different sizes of groups of information. Basically, a metaphor can help us to understand better than have lots of blocks of codes.

Too many signs and combination of characters do that we lose the sense. All people that have experience in these codes speak about “the semantic web”. We know that exist methods more consistent than another.

Probably we lost too much important information only for a wrong way in that an instructor is explaining us these languages of codes.

Graphic designers and programmers should have a similar method if the work needs the same results. A good example is when we are in a building for first time and there are lot of floors, rooms and corridors. If we do not have a clear signage that shows us what is the direction it is impossible to understand where we are.

The logic always works after all.

He explored with many sources of sounds to produce a unique style where the music electronic was not conceived as music in that decades.

A critic calls him “one of the great visionaries of 20th-century music” for its way to treated the sounds.

Basically, his experiments consisted in to manipulate human voices, sampling from recorded tapes and mixing with another sources of sounds.

Despite to be a composer not very known, actually his art and legacy have been very important in the contemporary electronic music, because he showed us a new way to compose music with transcendent abstraction.

Karlheinz Stockhausen was a visionary artist, because he was a great pioneer to do new sound exploring with musical textures where we are the voyagers.

His music was known as “electroacustic music”. There was another style of music production in France that was called “Concrete Music”.

How to hear the electroacustic music?

If we want to feel the sense of that music, we should not compare electroacustic music with the music that normally we hear.

In any style of music, we have compasses that produces rhythms depending of its style. In electroacustic music we have sounds, voices, textures, noises, atmospheres, waves of sounds that produce us feelings where we can feel fear, desolation, desperation.

Have you heard music with helicopters sounds?

Karlheinz Stockhausen composed sounds and music with helicopters sounds.

Our sense of audition tells us that they are noises, but from the art of Stockhausen they are only sounds, and that sounds can produce music.