Illustration for Academia

July 15th, 2011

I recently created this illustration for the Magazine Accademia , run by the scientific research institute European Academy of Bolzano - Eurac. The illustration clearly references to the style of old woodprints, which is something I find incredibly interesting, and which I’d love to investigate further.

A Hundred Word Stories #44

September 16th, 2010

Buona Digestione by Scoiattolazzo

buona-digestione

Come sempre è  il motivetto di  Incontri ravvicinati del terzo tipo a svegliare Hannes. Una rapida
colazione nella bellissima tazza di Guerre stellari ed è già tempo di lavoro. La cartellina al  solito posto,
tra le copie masterizzate di Battlestar Galactica e i Dvd del Pianeta delle scimmie (quelli belli non quelli di Tim Burton).
Mentre esce,  neanche il tempo di sistemare la lucente spilla da membro decennale dello Star Trek Italian Club
sulla maglietta di  E. T., che uno strano raggio bianco lo trasporta in una astronave sigaroforme.
“È stato davvero un bellissimo viaggio ” esclamò.  Venti secondi prima di essere divorato dagli alieni.

Notes

It’s been some time since I last posted one of these hundred word stories… I’ve been busy, but you probably know that. I don’t know if I will be able to keep up with the usual, weekly, rhythm, but I’ll try. I have some ready for the next weeks, coming up are some more stories by Ryan.

Killer Aloe Soundtrack

September 15th, 2010

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Killer Aloe – die Rache der Heilpflanzen (which means something like “the vengeance of the medical plants”) is a short super-8 movie by Daniel “Analoge Widerstandsfront” Mahlknecht and Silvana Zancolò. I was asked to create a soundtrack for it a long time ago (probably more than 2 years) but only now I find some time to work on it. I’m still sketching out the intro, which I’ve been using to define the overall style of the soundtrack, and I think I’m starting to get somewhere here, at least that’s my feeling with it.

Killer Aloe OST – Intro v 0.5 by rumpelfilter

And now some info for the technically inclined: The theremin style sound, comes from the Novation Bass Station, and there is a bit of C64, which I’ve added to the low end of the composition. A Gakken SX-150 was used to add some FX and weirdness here and there. I had added some Atari Punk Console sounds, but have removed them here, they will appear further on in the score.

(the picture above is an actual frame from the movie of course)

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A hundred word stories. #019 and #020

September 23rd, 2009

The Sicilian Defence by Ryan Licata

sicilian defense
Giuseppina was a relentless cook. Never had the pasta been anything but al dente. The boy sat in the big armchair in the darkened lounge at the same board, as if nothing had happened. He knew the old man’s opening game better than he knew his own. He played with the caution his adversary had not. His mother would look in on him once in a while, wiping her hands on her apron, before returning to the kitchen. She had used the same knife she now used to chop onions. A good wife knows the way to her man’s heart.

Il Buffone di Scoiattolazzo

il buffone
Il buffone salta, rotola, corre, e ride.
E’ brutto, grasso, puzza, ma ride.

Un rutto e una canzone, una scoreggia e una poesia. Questo e’ il buffone, mormora ridendo con se stesso.
Da tutti sbeffeggiato, svilito, umiliato. Eppur di giorno si prende gioco dei Re e di notte delle Regine.

“Che pena “ penso tra me e me.
Allora si avvicina, mi accarezza con un  eleganza che non e’ di questa terra e… sorride. Un sorriso strano che ora posso capire… non e’ per far ridere la gente e’ perché della gente ride.

E allora la pena e’ per quelli come me..

Notes

The “sicilian defense” is a popular chess opening (read more about it here on wikipedia). It actually doesn’t really involve the tower, but somehow to me the tower best represented the figure of the father in the story. In the second illustration I go retro once again, what can I say… it’s fun! And for those who will wonder why the jester holds a skull and a wavy mirror in his hands… they might not really mean anything, but then, on the other hand… we like to laugh about death, because it helps us fight the fear of dying, but it will be the grim reaper who’ll have the last laugh on us . We find it funny to see ourselves distorted and deformed by wavy mirrors, but maybe we should be able take our real appearance with the same sense of humour…

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