#i still have to finish my viva coloring page for them

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My cousins made their own troll Ocs and I drew them in my style.

They were very excited about it

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The Last Picture Show

    There was a movie back in the seventies, I think, The Last Picture Show. It was in black and white. A lot of people thought that was for effect, but the truth of the matter is that format exemplified the Texas that I grew up in. Our lives were black and white, both politically and physically. Color movies were rare, and rainbow life was even harder to find.

We had the old pickups, piss warm beer, skinny, smelly girls, and, of course there was one hottie. Ours was Sharon. Sharon even looked like the blonde in the movie, and she had breasts, a bonus for white chicks because uually only Mexican girls had a set of those. She even ended up on the cover of Playboy years later as part of a spread called, “The Girls of Texas.” I never did get to first base with her because I was scared of girls, but she had a horse! I’m not kidding. Right there in the middle of town in her back yard.

Anyway, I digress. I wasn’t born in Texas, but I got there as quick as I could which was the morning I woke up, at ten years old, in Texas, and the first thing I noticed was that it was flat. I was in central Texas. This place is like five states, and about the only thing they all agree on is they don’t like Yankees i.e. anyone outside of Texas! You can be a wetback and you’ll fare better than a New Yorker down here. It’s a little better now with the interstate and all, but there’s still some lingering resentment to people who talk too fast and and wear sneakers. All but Austin, they wear sneakers there but we have to accept that because we can’t move the capitol.

So here I was, in September, looking out of a motel window at hotter than hell Texas! Texas is hotter than chicken grease. Now, bear in mind that most of the population had to go to a movie to sit in air conditioning. Water coolers were the norm. Your state of the art water cooler had a hose keeping the pan filled, with this toilette bobber turning it on and off, and this little pump thingy pushing the water up, sprinkling the hay filters on the four sides, yeah, you heard me right, hay, and at least in theory that would cool a house. Well, that was a crock of shit, and it smelled like shit. Horse shit! Well, nobody had one of those! What they had was no hose, no pump, second hand, rusting gadget with several tow-headed kids running out with a pan pouring water over moldy hay when granny started wheezing.

It would cool you if you sat right in front of it. Consequently everyone drank beer. Dad drank beer, Mom drank beer, the kids snuck beer, the dog drank beer, EVERYONE drank beer. You could drink beer all day, with sweet tea, tons of water, and never piss. I missed Shreveport.

I had to get into school. Killeen had so few schools we went a half a day. It was totally integrated because there were no schools so I saw my first black kid in school. Didn’t affect me. No, I mean it. Made me no difference at all. It was so damn hot nobody cared. We were all just trying to live. There was another tribe there, too. Mexicans. There were aspects to that phenomenon I appreciated.

Back in Louisiana the physical education was recess, maybe a little baseball IF you were up to it, and it wasn’t very challenging because we were all white. But TEXAS! You ran until you puked, played baseball with Willie Mays third cousin and then took a shower with some kid named Santos, who SHAVED! By the way, this was the same Santos who slept with your wife years later when you were in the county jail. You’d be in there, and some guy would say, “Hey man! Santos is crawling up on your wife right now!” Well! I went to school with Santos.

In short order I was in Junior High. I was dumber than a box of rocks. I was eating a little better than back in the states , but the heat cancelled that out. Had to walk to school. There were guidelines. If you, say, lived in the next county you’d get a bus, any closer than that, and you were on your own.

In Shreveport if you misbehaved you’d get a stern talking to with a note home. Of course, I was always stupid enough to take the note to my mom, and she’d chew on me, quoting the note, emphasizing the wording as she went, but TEXAS! They got around all that crap, just dragged you out in the hall and beat your ass. Every morning sounded like rifle shots from a firing squad. I must admit it was entertaining when you got a “crier,” and if you got a begger, oh my GOD! We’d hang out the door to see that, and if it was Santos, well, my heart would actually skip a beat.

Now, education. Let me gauge the quality. I didn’t learn a Damn thing in all my years of Texas public schooling except typing, lunch, and how to avoid getting my ass beat. They were actually stupid enough to put a clock in every room so we all learned “clock” real good! Long about the ninth grade I discovered girls. Oh, they were always there it’s just that they all had to wear dresses below their knees and looked like Olive Oyle. I fell in love with a girl named Grace Barnes. She looked like Olive Oyle, too, but she had a cute face. It wasn’t a torrid romance. She gave me her cake at lunch once, but then I came upon these new creatures we didn’t have in Louisiana. MEXICAN GIRLS! When you consider the separation of the races in Louisiana you must understand that Hispanics were not the issue. Everything was black and white. That, and I never saw a Mexican before I came to Texas, except on the John Wayne version of the “Alamo.” But, Texas was completely different. And Mexican GIRLS? Viva Zapata!

For the record, Mexican girls are born fully grown. Just thought you needed to know that. They had to wear the same dresses as the other girls but I’d trade one Mexican calf, even half a calf, for a butt naked Anglo girl any day, all except Sharon, of course, but they all have a brother named Santos.

I didn’t excel in high school except one time. We had this fountain in the commons. Kids threw coins in it. Ok, do the math; fountain full of change, poor white trash, yeah, you get the drift. Anyway, me, Joe Leeth and some other numbnut came up with a plan. I mean there was a lot of money in there, just sitting. So, Joe was gonna hold my belt and I’d brace my feet against the edge of the fountain. The plan was to ease me down and once I was close enough I’d just reach in and scoop up the loot.

We should have paid more attention in physics class and we would’ve understood the laws of Leverage better. At about forty five degrees my weight increased exponentially, combined with the chickenshit that was holding my belt, and in I went.

I made a perfect human shape in the green slime on the bottom of the fountain. Didn’t get a dime. Came up, and as the water drained out of my ears the laughter rolled in. Well, we all got taken to the office. Of course you know they had to beat all our asses, my wet ass being first. Then they marched us out to the football locker room, because that’s where the clothes dryer was, and they beat our asses, then back to class. Life was so much simpler back then. I’m just glad I didn’t have hemorrhoids.

I began writing in high school. Don’t know what drove me to it, I hated school, and everything that had anything to do with it, but for some reason I could string a story. Beginning in the tenth grade I’d buy a two hundred page spiral notebook and jump right in. When the notebook was full, the book was finished. The first was a collection of short stories. I got my ideas from dreams. Now in old time Texas you dreamed a lot because we had those old timey gas space heaters. They were free standing with no outlet to the outside, just this hot box at the center of the main room. I guess that constituted central heat. Anyway it beat freezing, however, it did put out a fair amount of carbon monoxide, but them old timers weren’t worried about that shit. You got thirteen kids what’s one, more or less. So, during the school year in your sleep, hovering between heaven and hell, you’d dream, and I wrote it all down.

My first book was a hit. Now this was the sixties and my stories were right up there with the Beatles. Next year I wrote a gangster story, but my best seller was in my senior year. I came up with a plot about this pissed off little nerd (it was autobiographical) who planned to bomb the school cafeteria. God, it was good. It went hour by hour as the bomb ticked away, kids milling around, teachers watching, then BOOM! First responders, last kisses, and lots of drama.

I passed it to my school mates, and all went well until someone gave it to Miss Hornbuckle, who never had a date in her fifty-six years, and she gave it to the principle, Mr. Patterson! From there I went to the office. Patterson had read it, and, of course, first things first, he beat my ass, but then he called the cops. There was an issue with my book. Uh, the bomb was functional. You see, I’d spent the first ten years of my life in Shreveport, Louisiana, with oil drills, dynamite, blasting caps, stuff like that, and it wasn’t very hard to run two wires from the bell and striker of an old alarm clock, throw in a lantern battery, run the two wires down to a blasting cap that was tucked inside six sticks of dynamite, alarm goes off, striker hits the bell, sends sparks to the blasting cap, lunch is over. It was a good bomb, too. Blew my ass up!

Well, there I was rubbing my ass in Mr. Patterson’s office when the cars rolled up, the boys got out, and the room filled up with laws. Now, to be a cop in 1960s Texas you had to own a gun, and and your training was not pull it on folks like Bonnie and Clyde. But, a kid with a Big Chief notebook and a bruised butt? Shut the front door. You gotta remember, Killeen was a boring town. In the sixties we couldn’t even muster a race riot. I must admit that Mr. Patterson was a tad bit smarter than the cops. They didn’t have a clue so he clued them in. Old bastard! Well, to make a long story short, got my ass busted, missed lunch, and they kept my book as “evidence.” Oh, and Miss Hornbuckle told me I’d never be able to communicate in the English language. What did she know about English? She taught school in Texas!

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    There was a movie back in the seventies, I think, The Last Picture Show. It was in black and white. A lot of people thought that was for effect, but the truth of the matter is that format exemplified the Texas that I grew up in. Our lives were black and white, both politically and physically. Color movies were rare, and rainbow life was even harder to find.

We had the old pickups, piss warm beer, skinny, smelly girls, and, of course there was one hottie. Ours was Sharon. Sharon even looked like the blonde in the movie, and she had breasts, a bonus for white chicks because uually only Mexican girls had a set of those. She even ended up on the cover of Playboy years later as part of a spread called, “The Girls of Texas.” I never did get to first base with her because I was scared of girls, but she had a horse! I’m not kidding. Right there in the middle of town in her back yard.

Anyway, I digress. I wasn’t born in Texas, but I got there as quick as I could which was the morning I woke up, at ten years old, in Texas, and the first thing I noticed was that it was flat. I was in central Texas. This place is like five states, and about the only thing they all agree on is they don’t like Yankees i.e. anyone outside of Texas! You can be a wetback and you’ll fare better than a New Yorker down here. It’s a little better now with the interstate and all, but there’s still some lingering resentment to people who talk too fast and and wear sneakers. All but Austin, they wear sneakers there but we have to accept that because we can’t move the capitol.

So here I was, in September, looking out of a motel window at hotter than hell Texas! Texas is hotter than chicken grease. Now, bear in mind that most of the population had to go to a movie to sit in air conditioning. Water coolers were the norm. Your state of the art water cooler had a hose keeping the pan filled, with this toilette bobber turning it on and off, and this little pump thingy pushing the water up, sprinkling the hay filters on the four sides, yeah, you heard me right, hay, and at least in theory that would cool a house. Well, that was a crock of shit, and it smelled like shit. Horse shit! Well, nobody had one of those! What they had was no hose, no pump, second hand, rusting gadget with several tow-headed kids running out with a pan pouring water over moldy hay when granny started wheezing.

It would cool you if you sat right in front of it. Consequently everyone drank beer. Dad drank beer, Mom drank beer, the kids snuck beer, the dog drank beer, EVERYONE drank beer. You could drink beer all day, with sweet tea, tons of water, and never piss. I missed Shreveport.

I had to get into school. Killeen had so few schools we went a half a day. It was totally integrated because there were no schools so I saw my first black kid in school. Didn’t affect me. No, I mean it. Made me no difference at all. It was so damn hot nobody cared. We were all just trying to live. There was another tribe there, too. Mexicans. There were aspects to that phenomenon I appreciated.

Back in Louisiana the physical education was recess, maybe a little baseball IF you were up to it, and it wasn’t very challenging because we were all white. But TEXAS! You ran until you puked, played baseball with Willie Mays third cousin and then took a shower with some kid named Santos, who SHAVED! By the way, this was the same Santos who slept with your wife years later when you were in the county jail. You’d be in there, and some guy would say, “Hey man! Santos is crawling up on your wife right now!” Well! I went to school with Santos.

In short order I was in Junior High. I was dumber than a box of rocks. I was eating a little better than back in the states , but the heat cancelled that out. Had to walk to school. There were guidelines. If you, say, lived in the next county you’d get a bus, any closer than that, and you were on your own.

In Shreveport if you misbehaved you’d get a stern talking to with a note home. Of course, I was always stupid enough to take the note to my mom, and she’d chew on me, quoting the note, emphasizing the wording as she went, but TEXAS! They got around all that crap, just dragged you out in the hall and beat your ass. Every morning sounded like rifle shots from a firing squad. I must admit it was entertaining when you got a “crier,” and if you got a begger, oh my GOD! We’d hang out the door to see that, and if it was Santos, well, my heart would actually skip a beat.

Now, education. Let me gauge the quality. I didn’t learn a Damn thing in all my years of Texas public schooling except typing, lunch, and how to avoid getting my ass beat. They were actually stupid enough to put a clock in every room so we all learned “clock” real good! Long about the ninth grade I discovered girls. Oh, they were always there it’s just that they all had to wear dresses below their knees and looked like Olive Oyle. I fell in love with a girl named Grace Barnes. She looked like Olive Oyle, too, but she had a cute face. It wasn’t a torrid romance. She gave me her cake at lunch once, but then I came upon these new creatures we didn’t have in Louisiana. MEXICAN GIRLS! When you consider the separation of the races in Louisiana you must understand that Hispanics were not the issue. Everything was black and white. That, and I never saw a Mexican before I came to Texas, except on the John Wayne version of the “Alamo.” But, Texas was completely different. And Mexican GIRLS? Viva Zapata!

For the record, Mexican girls are born fully grown. Just thought you needed to know that. They had to wear the same dresses as the other girls but I’d trade one Mexican calf, even half a calf, for a butt naked Anglo girl any day, all except Sharon, of course, but they all have a brother named Santos.

I didn’t excel in high school except one time. We had this fountain in the commons. Kids threw coins in it. Ok, do the math; fountain full of change, poor white trash, yeah, you get the drift. Anyway, me, Joe Leeth and some other numbnut came up with a plan. I mean there was a lot of money in there, just sitting. So, Joe was gonna hold my belt and I’d brace my feet against the edge of the fountain. The plan was to ease me down and once I was close enough I’d just reach in and scoop up the loot.

We should have paid more attention in physics class and we would’ve understood the laws of Leverage better. At about forty five degrees my weight increased exponentially, combined with the chickenshit that was holding my belt, and in I went.

I made a perfect human shape in the green slime on the bottom of the fountain. Didn’t get a dime. Came up, and as the water drained out of my ears the laughter rolled in. Well, we all got taken to the office. Of course you know they had to beat all our asses, my wet ass being first. Then they marched us out to the football locker room, because that’s where the clothes dryer was, and they beat our asses, then back to class. Life was so much simpler back then. I’m just glad I didn’t have hemorrhoids.

I began writing in high school. Don’t know what drove me to it, I hated school, and everything that had anything to do with it, but for some reason I could string a story. Beginning in the tenth grade I’d buy a two hundred page spiral notebook and jump right in. When the notebook was full, the book was finished. The first was a collection of short stories. I got my ideas from dreams. Now in old time Texas you dreamed a lot because we had those old timey gas space heaters. They were free standing with no outlet to the outside, just this hot box at the center of the main room. I guess that constituted central heat. Anyway it beat freezing, however, it did put out a fair amount of carbon monoxide, but them old timers weren’t worried about that shit. You got thirteen kids what’s one, more or less. So, during the school year in your sleep, hovering between heaven and hell, you’d dream, and I wrote it all down.

My first book was a hit. Now this was the sixties and my stories were right up there with the Beatles. Next year I wrote a gangster story, but my best seller was in my senior year. I came up with a plot about this pissed off little nerd (it was autobiographical) who planned to bomb the school cafeteria. God, it was good. It went hour by hour as the bomb ticked away, kids milling around, teachers watching, then BOOM! First responders, last kisses, and lots of drama.

I passed it to my school mates, and all went well until someone gave it to Miss Hornbuckle, who never had a date in her fifty-six years, and she gave it to the principle, Mr. Patterson! From there I went to the office. Patterson had read it, and, of course, first things first, he beat my ass, but then he called the cops. There was an issue with my book. Uh, the bomb was functional. You see, I’d spent the first ten years of my life in Shreveport, Louisiana, with oil drills, dynamite, blasting caps, stuff like that, and it wasn’t very hard to run two wires from the bell and striker of an old alarm clock, throw in a lantern battery, run the two wires down to a blasting cap that was tucked inside six sticks of dynamite, alarm goes off, striker hits the bell, sends sparks to the blasting cap, lunch is over. It was a good bomb, too. Blew my ass up!

Well, there I was rubbing my ass in Mr. Patterson’s office when the cars rolled up, the boys got out, and the room filled up with laws. Now, to be a cop in 1960s Texas you had to own a gun, and and your training was not pull it on folks like Bonnie and Clyde. But, a kid with a Big Chief notebook and a bruised butt? Shut the front door. You gotta remember, Killeen was a boring town. In the sixties we couldn’t even muster a race riot. I must admit that Mr. Patterson was a tad bit smarter than the cops. They didn’t have a clue so he clued them in. Old bastard! Well, to make a long story short, got my ass busted, missed lunch, and they kept my book as “evidence.” Oh, and Miss Hornbuckle told me I’d never be able to communicate in the English language. What did she know about English? She taught school in Texas!

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Review de la HUION Kamvas GT 156HD

After a few months of sporadic use, here I bring you a more detailed review of the monitor.

Here´s the video if you want the short version:

Después de un par de meses de uso esporádico, aquí les traigo un review mas detallado del monitor.

El video por si quieren la versión resumida:

También si quieren ver el unboxing (?)

Darles las gracias a los chicos de Huion por enviarme la tablet para poder hacer el review! 

Vale, ¡Empecemos!  

Las especificaciones técnicas son las siguientes: - Pantalla IPS de 15,6” TFT LCD con un aspect Ratio de 16:9. - Ángulos de visión de 85º y resolución nativa de 1920 x 1080 full HD. - 2048 niveles de presión (lapiz recargable) - Cable 3x1. - Base de metal. -14 Express keys y un touch bar.

Hay mas detalles técnicos, pero al menos para mi no tienen mucho interés (?) De todas formas dejo el link a la pagina de Huion por si quieren leerlos.

Also if you want to see the  unboxing (?)

Thank the guys from Huion for sending me the tablet to do the review!

Okay, let's get started!

 The technical specifications are as follows: - 15.6 "TFT LCD IPS screen with aspect ratio of 16: 9. - Viewing angles of 85º and native resolution of 1920 x 1080 full HD. - 2048 pressure levels (rechargeable pen) - 3x1 cable. - Metal base. -14 Express keys and a touch bar.

There are more technical details, but at least for me they do not have much interest (?) Anyway I leave the link to Huion page in case you want to read them.

 He tenido la oportunidad de probar ya varios productos de Huion y este presenta uno de sus mejores diseños tanto estético como funcional, quizás solo superado por la GT10 (?) pero no he probado ese modelo aún, dejo la duda en el aire para entonces. El cuerpo es casi por completo de plástico, mezclando varios terminados y tonalidades con un resultado llamativo a punto de ser demasiado, pero aun un equipo bastante sobrio. Logran meter un monitor de 16" en un cuerpo apenas mas grande que la cintiq 13 HD, lo cual es de agradecer, si planeas moverte mucho con la tablet (y un portátil) para trabajar fuera de casa.

 Los laterales y parte trasera son bastante limpios, solo tenemos por la parte izquierda la entrada del cable 3-por-1, el botón de encendido y un lector de tarjeta SD.

 El cable 3 x 1  mantiene el área de trabajo sin muchos enredos de cables y se ve duradero. Algunos tirones y accidentes no han hecho mella de ningún tipo en él por el momento.

 El lápiz también viene con un nuevo diseño. Mucho mas vistoso que su predecesor, aunque no aporta nada nuevo, sigue siendo dependiente de carga externa y un detalle que si encontré un poco molesto en el proceso de adaptación, es que los botones están tan metidos dentro del cuerpo que a veces cuesta encontrarlos, sobre todo de noche. Dicho esto, funciona perfectamente y con que se cargue un par de horas tienes para toda la semana usándolo con regularidad.

I have had the opportunity to try several products of Huion and this presents one of his best designs both aesthetic and functional, perhaps only surpassed by the GT10 (?) But I have not tried that model yet. The body is almost completely plastic, mixing several finishes and shades with a striking result on the verge of being too much, but still a rather sober result. They manage to fit a 16" screen into a body just a bit larger than the cintiq 13 HD, which is greatly appreciated, if you´re planning on painting outside home much or travelling a lot with the tablet.

The sides and back are quite clean, we only have on the left side the 3-by-1 cable entry, the power button and an SD card reader.

The 3 x 1 cable keeps the work area fairly clean and it looks durable. Some hitches and accidents have not made any dent in it for the time being.

 The stylus also comes with a new design. Much more showy than its predecessor, although it does not contribute anything new, it is still dependent on external charge and a detail that if I found a little annoying in the process of adaptation, is that the buttons are so deep inside the body that sometimes it is difficult to find them, Especially at night. Having said that, it works perfectly and with one charge of a couple of hours you have for the whole week using it regularly.

The tablet is connected via an Hdmi, included in the 3x1 cable along with a usb and power supply. This last one has in itself a very curious fact, and is that the connector to the current is interchangeable according to the country where you live.

The stand is completely made of metal, and has small magnets on the edges that ensure closure of the lids. It has two main positions and is very resistant. I have already seen myself using it not only with the Kamvas but to draw in traditional media outside home and with the Ipad Pro, very practical and one of my favorite things from the accesories.

La tablet se conecta mediante un Hdmi, incluido en el cable 3x1  junto con un usb y alimentación eléctrica. Éste último tiene de por sí un dato muy curioso, y es que el conector a la corriente es intercambiable según el país donde vivas.

El stand es completamente de metal, y tiene unos pequeños imanes en los bordes que aseguran el cierre de las tapas. Tiene dos posiciones principales y es muy resistente. Ya me he visto usándolo no solo con la Kamvas sino para dibujar en tradicional y con el Ipad Pro, muy práctico la verdad.

The quality of the screen is definitely an improvement over other Huion products, anti-glare, full HD, better viewing angles etc. But the problem comes when comparing it with the competition. Even more, after the last update of Wacom on the whole line of its professional products, raising the level of the screens to 4k and 99% RGB (which comes with a big price of course).

The quality of the colors is not great and the fact that does not include buttons to make a manual calibration subtracts many points in my opinion. I don´t know to what extent it is possible, but having so many express keys, I do not see why it might not be possible to use these same buttons to adjust this aspect with some drivers update (?) That would be awesome.

La calidad de la pantalla es definitivamente una mejora con relación a otros productos de Huion, anti-reflejos, full HD, mejores ángulos de visión etc. Pero el problema viene al compararlo con la competencia. Aún más, luego de la última actualización de Wacom sobre toda la línea de sus productos profesionales, subiendo de nivel con pantallas 4k y 99% RGB.

La calidad de los colores no es para tirar cohetes y el que no incluyan botones para hacer un calibrado manual resta muchos puntos en mi opinión. No sé hasta que punto sea posible, pero teniendo tantos express keys, no veo porque no puede ser posible usar estos mismo botones para ajustar este aspecto con alguna actualización de drivers. Lo dejo caer, por si cuela (?)

Hablando de los drivers, mejora increíble de los últimos productos que probé. Para nada están al 100% por supuesto, aún quedan muchas cosas por pulir, pero rara vez me fallan y la configuración es bastante sencilla.

Un problema que siempre me encuentro con productos de HUION es la compatibilidad para zurdos, no es que no puedan usar sus tablets, pero siempre falta algo, en otras tabletas, era el diseño, que te quedaban todos los logos de cabeza y cosas del estilo, en este modelo, fue con los drivers, a la hora de calibrar el lápiz, se volvió un poco loco al hacerlo para la mano zurda (recuerden que tendríamos que ponerla de cabeza*)  la segunda vez funcionó mejor. Aunque hay algunos puntos de la pantalla donde el lápiz no es del todo preciso. no afecta mucho para trabajar, ya que si no andas buscando estos problemas, apenas los notas. pero ahí queda.

Speaking of the drivers, incredible improvement of the latest products I tried. Not at all 100% of course, there are still many things to polish, but they rarely fail and the configuration is quite simple.

One problem I always encounter with HUION products is the compatibility for left-handed people, not that they can not use their tablets, but something is always missing, in other tablets, it was the design, you had all the logos upside down for lefties and things like that , In this model, it was with the drivers, when it came to calibrating the pen, it went a little crazy doing it for the left hand (remember we would have to put it upside down *) the second time worked better. Although there are some points on the screen where the pencil is not quite accurate. Does not affect much to work. But they are there.

One of the aspects that most motivated me when I saw the photos of this tablet for the first time, was the touch bar. While I'm working, I use quite a lot the touch ring on my INTUOS to change the size of the brushes without stopping and I just love it because makes me go really fast. In this case I thought it would be the same, but when I tried it I was very disappointed. It is more like a capacitive button than the fluidity I expected and I like so much, in this case it is a pain to try to increase or reduce the size of the brush, another thing that I hope they improve with future drivers.

Uno de los aspectos que más me motivaron al ver las fotos de esta tablet, fue el touch bar. Mientras estoy trabajando, uso mucho (muchísimo) el touch ring de la INTUOS para cambiar el tamaño de los pinceles sin dejar de pintar y hace que vaya bastante rápido. En este caso pensé que sería lo mismo, pero al probarlo me decepcionó mucho. Es más bien como tocar un botón capacitivo que la fluidez que esperaba y que me gusta tanto, en este caso es todo un dolor intentar aumentar o reducir el tamaño del pincel, otra de las cosas que espero que mejoren con futuros drivers sin dudas.

El precio ahora mismo es de unos 621€ en Amazon España y de 699$ en amazon USA

Mi valoración personal, le doy un 8/10

Por el precio y lo que entrega, es una muy buena opción para empezar con este tipo de monitor interactivo. Pero al ser una herramienta para diseño gráfico y que no tenga la calidad óptima en cuanto a colores, le resta esos dos puntos para ser top.

Espero que sea de ayuda el post, cualquier duda o comentario será bien recibido.

The price now is about 621 € on Amazon Spain and 699 $ on amazon USA

My personal opinion, I give it a 8/10

For the price and what it delivers, it is a very good option to start with this type of interactive monitor. But being a tool for graphic design and not having the optimum quality in terms of colors, it subtracts those two points to be top.

I hope the post is helpful, any questions or comments will be well received.