Bernardo Ortiz | Peso muerto Since the day I decided I wanted to call myself a draftsman I try to draw every day. A little bit at least. This fits perfectly with the sunny narrative of betterment that is a scourge of our times: “Do it,” they say, “and you will be better, something will surely emerge.” Topped, almost always, with the suggestion of unlimited potential and limitless possibilities. But drawing is about limits.