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This Pixelface thing is getting serious! Looks like I will have to draw a little comic using the guys… maybe a wordless comic for NoWords…

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Gone (by Ryan Licata)

Were you there the day the sun got lost? She asked him. He said he wasn’t, hesitating because he didn’t really know if he was telling the truth. She might well have asked him if he’d been there the day the Berlin Wall came down or the day the music died? For all he knew he was and he wasn’t. She herself didn’t seem to remember if she was or wasn’t there but just to prove that she was definitely there she went on to describe how the sun that day was there and then, just like that, it wasn’t.

Il ragazzo con lo zaino a razzo (di Andrea Campanella), parte 1/2

Il ragazzo con lo zaino a razzo buca la nuvola e saluta i viaggiatori dell’aerostato.

Scende in picchiata e punta sulla piazza principale. Molta gente passeggia nervosamente. C’è il chiosco di un uomo di mezza età, che prepara dell’ottima torta di verdura. Si chiama Peppe Dorigo. “Simone!” chiama la ragazzina appena uscita da scuola. “Francy” risponde il ragazzino con lo zaino a propulsione. Si abbracciano, mentre in piazza arrivano le forze della milizia. “Sgomberare prego, tra poco arriva la manifestazione e ci sarà da divertirsi” dice il capo milizia agitando il bastone di acciaio.

Notes

Unfortunately time is a bit scarce right now, so I couldn’t work on the first illustration as much as I would have liked to… Nonetheless I like the idea, it could be even a great starting point for something else… Andrea did not follow the one hundred words rule, but I decided to take the story anyway and just split into two pieces. Just regard this as a hundred word episodic story

The start of yet another project… who knows…

Thanks to helios, after 10 years of absence from cinema and directing, I had the pleasure to direct this Ad for the cinema. Client is the Südtiroler Kulturinstitut, an institution that works mainly with theatre. The Ad uses elements from Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream to create a surreal and dreamlike atmosphere.

Here are the first photos from the set, more are to follow!

I tried several times to portrait my brother Andreas. Unfortunately I never really succeeded. What is it that makes people we know really well so hard to portrait?

The Dolls by Ryan Licata
Grandmother gave Alice her first porcelain doll when she was four. The doll resembled her – the dark hair, brown eyes aglow and a complexion like snow. Cradling her doll Alice sat on Grandmother’s lap to hear of the night the house was burnt down. She was taken in her sleep, but escaping the officer’s grip she’d run into the house to save them. Her mother’s screams were smothered. Upstairs upon a flaming bed sat the family of burning dolls. Before the glove came over, she swore that their once dark eyes shone like emeralds and their little mouths cried out.

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“Dal basso, sembrava un fiore mosso dal vento. Un fiore morto, per la verità. Sotto il marciapiede si fermavano i treni. I fili elettrici picchiati dal sole sembravano ragnatele, e a volte erano invisibili. Quello che sembrava un fiore dondolava nero contro il cielo. Non era un fiore né un fiore morto, era un artiglio di gallina buttato sul marciapiede, e il vento lo faceva dondolare. Si poteva immaginare l’intera città come una gigantesca gallina a gambe all’aria, e l’artiglio come uno dei suoi artigli. Poi il vento rinforzò trascinandolo con sé. Per poco, lo sollevò persino da terra.”

Notes

As you will have guessed, in the first illustration I try to explore the causes of the fire described in the story. But the question remains, what is represented in the picture, a doll or a girl? The second illustration tries to mimic the style of 80s sci-fi comics and manga. Somehow the story inspired me this kind of association. And here’s another question for the reader, what is hidden under the mask?

I’m having a good time. I draw a lot, have a lot of ideas. Actually I needed to take a break from projects and just let myself go. And when I let myself go, things like this come out, I wonder why… whatever, it’s great!