As you might have noticed I’m back from my vacation. We had a good time, the weather was fine, the sea in Sardinia beautiful as ever, and thanks to a friend of mine, Marco, I now am the proud owner of a Gameboy Camera! Coolest thing ever!
I thought I had been really unproductive at the sea, but now that I browse through the pages I have drawn into my sketchbook I see that it isn’t true, in fact I have been quite productive… I’ll be posting some of these drawing over the next weeks in my “lazy Saturday sketches” series.
Sons of Sorrow by Ryan Licata
They rode into town at sundown, wild boys on black horses. Sorrow galloped a head of them on a white horse with no saddle. She wore her hair like a squaw. It wasn’t enough that they called her a witch, some dared say that her sons were her lovers too, fathered by the devil all. They drank spirits at the bar and sang their songs. The women locked-up their daughters, who couldn’t help feeling hot with the windows shut-up so. And the men stayed in the bar all night long until Sorrow and her sons rode back east at dawn.
Il ragazzo con lo zaino a razzo (di Andrea Campanella), parte 2/2
In lontananza si vedono i primi manifestanti. “Andiamo” dice Simone a Francy. Lei è titubante, lui la guarda interrogativo. “Ho paura” dice Francy, “Non ho mai volato con quei così”. Simone le prende le mani e dice: “tesoro dobbiamo andare per molti motivi. Il primo è che qui tra poco ci sarà l’inferno, lo sai meglio di me. Secondo è che devi imparare a volare ed è meglio che lo fai con me. Il terzo è che a mio padre hanno già spaccato la testa ed io voglio volare lontano da qui, molto lontano e voglio farlo con te”. Francy ha le lacrime agli occhi, abbraccia il suo eroe e schizzano verso il blu.
Notes
Sons of sorrow is a particularly intense story to me, this would make a great start for a full length comic or novel. When working on the illustration for this, I first started with a classic western picture with horses and all. Later I resorted to this one, where you don’t know exactly where they are. They might be just about to enter the saloon, or riding through the desert on the back of a horse. For the second story I took a bit of inspiration from the characters in Tekkonkinkreet, a great movie you should see if you haven’t done so alredy.
