Détective Noir et Crimespassionnels by Ryan Licata
Her heavy goons in the alleyway had left him without a single slug, while she’d be packing that piece, neat and compact, under her skirt. Backstage, her name was emblazoned on a door under a paling gold star. Inside, she sat at her dressing table, looking at him through her mirror, mascara streaking to the corners of her mouth. She stood up, turned and slowly hoisted up her skirt, showing what she had every intention of using against him. “Shows over sweetheart,” he said, but as she entwined her feather bower around his neck, he found it all beginning again.
Notes:
usually I am really rational about my artistic decisions. This time I just followed an impulse. This is the result of it. Somehow it looks like it could have been taken out from a 70s comic mag, which I find somehow fitting… or don’t you?
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 library was abandoned, the librarians long dead, yet the books remained impeccable upon their shelves. A hollow sound rippled from the volumes as Jane ran her finger along them. She had removed one, opened it to the middle page, when uneven footsteps shifted along the polished floors, with the echo of a tiny, insistent cough. Jane replaced the book, and turned towards the way she’d come, but there, at the top of the winding staircase, stood a woman of indeterminable age, with a feather duster, the sceptre of her reign, gripped in her blue-veined hands. “They’re not for reading!”
“Una rana gigante ha occupato i nidi di rondine, scende su e giù, appare, scompare. Facendomi largo tra i curiosi, vedo uscire dall’angolo della sua bocca un tentacolo marrone, come la lingua di chi ha l’acquolina. E infatti: la rana cattura uno dei suoi figli; il piccolo si divincola con vivacità, lei lo calma con carezze, poi, occhi di mucca, lo sistema tra le fauci mollicce, inspira e inghiotte con uno schianto forte.
File di denti minuti come aghi.
Ora i tentacoli stritolano la rana terrorizzata, ma non saprei dire se si tratti della figlia inghiottita o della madre cannibale.”
Notes
I’m back from holidays! It’s been a great time, with lots of relax, fun and some wonderful people to spend time with. I had plenty of time to draw and doodle and of course I will be posting some of it here, a bit at a time. The break is over, from now on posting will be carried on as planned. A hundred word stories every Wednesday and sketches on Saturday.
DOP: Martin Rattini Executive Producer: Günther Innerebner Music: Santiago Lozano Sound Mix, mastering: Martin Niedermair – RMI Direction and visual design: Hannes Pasqualini Production: Helios.bz
Studio: Forma7
Protagonist: Hannes Holzer Titania: Susan La Dez Puck: Dietmar Gamper Nick Bottom: Hannes Hofer Fairy nr.1: Elisabeth Busani Fairy nr.2: Martina Vecchietti Wood spirit: Felix Comploi
I made a really weird dream, so weird I had to draw it. There were these laidies, really tall ladies, dressed with long black coats. And when they opened their coats tentacles would come out and drag you into the black space they were hiding inside.
My desk in the old flat. Before I got me a real computer.
