MENDÁCORA - Personal Illustration

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OVERVIEW

Mendácora has no race and no past. She's a chimera stitched together from broken myths and cultures nobody remembers anymore — serpent head, bird wings, scorpion tail, reptilian body covered in scales and wounds. She walks as if all this chaos belongs to her.

The mask she holds? She found it somewhere. Never took it off. Like all of us who have, at some point, pretended to be something else.

THE PROCESS

The creature was designed as a chimera with no fixed mythology — deliberately assembled from fragments: a serpent's head for deception, wings for false ascension, a scorpion's tail for hidden threat. Nothing borrowed from a single source. Everything taken from everywhere and stitched together, which is exactly what the character is about.

The ink drawing on kraft paper came first — building the anatomy, the posture, the relationship between the creature and the mask it holds. The crouching stance was a conscious decision: she doesn't stand tall. She hunches forward, clutching the mask to her chest, almost protective of it.

Color was layered over the line with the palette leaning deep into reds, blacks and burnt ochres. The background breaks apart in red fissures — not just atmosphere, but a structural echo of the cracks running through the mask and the creature's own skin. Everything in this image is already breaking.