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People on the beach

If I don’t have time to do anything right now it’s all because of this project called Gietz, a graphic novel about Jazz music in the Italian fifties. Right now I have to work on this 24/7 to meet the impending deadline. It became some kind of nightmare on one hand, on the other I still enjoy drawing this, especially the long shots… makes me dream about the sea.

Mono 7: crisi

Mono #7 is about to hit the comic scene, it will be talking about crisis and be presented at the upcoming Lucca Comicon. In this issue you can find a story by me and Andrea Campanella.

Bolzano Comics – NoWords Comics

Bolzano Comics will start soon (it will be from the 6th to the 15 of November). You can find infos about the whole thing on the festival website bolzanocomics.it. There you can also see the selected entries for the NoWords Comics Contest. They get published daily, on the frontpage of the website.

papernoise.net: my portfolio is finally online!

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The Magpie by Ryan Licata

Market day was the best time to be at it. His victims were fellows with twirling canes and straw hats, beside dames with parasols, strolling about, haggling for rugs, munching from a bag of the Chinaman’s persimmons. He’d bide his time in the narrow streets, to where they were carried beneath him by the push of the crowd. Then, on the hour, as the church bells rang, the inexplicable would occur: a choreographed dance of dandies removing their watches from their pockets. And that’s when he struck, with the quick rip of fabric, the flutter of wings, up, and away.

Notes:

When I first read this story I didn’t know what a Magpie was, but I immediately had to think about a strange looking fellow, dressed in black with big wings on his back. Then I looked the word up in the dictionary, and it all made sense…

More memories from the holidays (this is going to end soon, promise!)

L’uomo fiore di Cubber

All’inizio, le era sembrato divertente: dovunque venisse toccato,
l’omino sputava un mazzo di fiori.
La testa sembrava un papavero; lei ne guardava la silouette nera,
esotica, contro la luce del sole.

Quando i bulbi oculari scoppiarono in corolle variopinte, lei rimase
interdetta; addirittura si irritò quando, dopo aver cercato di
travolgere l’omino con spintoni più energici, non ottenne che nuovi
mazzolini, bellissimi, impassibili.

Adesso intorno a lei non ci sono che petali. Sconfitta, cerca di
muoversi il meno possibile: ha imparato che il minimo movimento non
farebbe che generare altra vegetazione; e poi, gli ultimi fiori
esplosi brulicavano di parassiti.

Notes

As you can see, another issue of  A Hundred Word Stories must go with only one story. Unfortunately my time for at least a couple of weeks will be really little, so I’ll do one a week, alternating an English story with an Italian one. Please be patient, after Bolzano Comics is over I should be able to return to my old posting rhythm!

Spaceman by Ryan Licata

The spaceman drifted further out into space. The coiled silver tube that had attached him to the mother-ship, severed by his own hands, resembled an umbilical cord where death gently crept in, and life reluctantly seeped out. The spaceman came to look upon the galaxy that was so infinitely vast and yet about to crush him; he had come as far as he could go, farther than he had imagined, only to see that the stars were no closer to him now than they had ever been once standing on earth. With everything that was his last, he reached out.

Notes

As you can see today only one story/illustration goes on-line. This is due to the fact that my time in the last weeks has been severely limited by the amount of work I have to do. This will change soon, so no need to worry.

Schetches from a news magazine

There is an interview with me and Cubber on Lospaziobianco.it, but of course, it’s in Italian. If you still want to check it out, it’s here: link diretto all’intervista con noi