September 23rd, 2010
The Killer by Ryan Licata
The jury was out. The chronicle had its front page. Tommy’s parents turned off the television; they’d seen enough. His mother, knitting another sweater for the hard months to come, stared red eyed at the framed photograph at her bedside: little Tommy with his curly locks, stark blue eyes and strange pouting lips, sat, dressed in a sailor suit, sword raised, on a rocking-horse; while his father, the good minister, gently rocked him back and forth with his foot, reading aloud from the book of Revelations: the opening of the second seal, the horse of red, a slayer of men.
Notes
Sometimes there is these really gratifying moments, when you create an illustration and show it to the author of the story (Ryan in this case) and he says: “It’s just the picture I had in mind when I wrote it!”. The wonderful thing about artistic collaboration is that it either works… or it just doesn’t, and there’s little help from science in explaining either outcomes. The more I grow into this life, the more I am thankful for the little things I can’t explain, it brings back a bit of magic.
January 21st, 2010
The Black Hole by Hannes Pasqualini
In the beginnig it was just a medium sized black hole in the ground, some kind of well, they thought. Farmer Rossert and his younger son Eldebun had been looking at it for most of the afternoon trying to get a clue on its origins. At one point it started to become more two-dimensional, like a flat black disk sitting on the grass and spinning nervously on itself. Farmer Rossert picked up a small stone and threw it into the hole. He never should have done that.
notes
It’s been some time since I last posted one of my own stories, actually I only did it once inepisode #1. Well, today I wasn’t in the mood to work on anybody else’s stories, so you’ll get this one.
December 5th, 2009
November 29th, 2009
With all that Jazz and history in my mind I sometimes forget about the things that really keep going and doing art. Thanks god I have sketchbooks ( and have to scan them in for this blog) to remind me that my path goes in a completely different direction.
Actually there’s a lot I could say about this topic, but the time hasn’t come yet.
This shadow lady just keept haunting my mind for weeks until I decided to get rid of her by drawing her on this piece of paper.
The frequent reader of this blog might recognize that this is a sketch for one of the first illustrations I made for the A Hundred Words Stories project.
A retired general.
July 29th, 2009
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 
July 9th, 2009
A self portrait I made for my profile on deviantart. The being on my back is called Octoskull and it’s my new pet.
