He alighted upon her roof. Despite the years his descent down her chimney still sent butterflies up inside him. Her house, though changed, remained familiar. He placed his gloves on the mantelpiece where once he’d have found gingerbread beside a picture she’d drawn. Inside her room she no longer needed a nightlight; instead a lamp shone above her, asleep; her eyelashes – quivering – scratched the pages of a novel. A pair of silk stockings hung from the bedpost. She’d believed longer than he’d expected anyone to. But nothing lasted. He came closer, dimmed the light, and reached for her stockings.
Notes
Usually when somebody comes down your chimney it is to steal your valuables not to bring you presents. Actually I’m wondering: “why can’t mr.Santa just ring the doorbell, instead of sneaking into people’s houses?” and “Does he really use the chimney? Or is that only a fairy tale for children and what he actually does is break windows with a crowbar to get into young women’s bedrooms”
These are of course only the ramblings of my unstable mind and I hope I didn’t completely destroy the subtleness in Ryan’s story.
Well whatever, Merry Christmas! Hope somebody brings you what your heart is longing for, possibly without the use of a crowbar.
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.
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 always find it very interesting to see how other artists get from the first drawings to the final piece. So I decided to show this process in my works.
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 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
