Friday, April 29, 2011

bubble #8

Tonight I'm going to model in a benefit fashion show/competition for a historic and absolutely underground singing contest which happens every 4 years in Bologna, named Cotechino d'Oro. I will wear 20cm heels, in a pink tulle cloud studded with flowers.  My partner - strictly gay :) - will wear a suite in tune with my dress. The soundtrack of my catwalk will be this lovely 70s song I always liked. I'm excited!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

farfalla, episode 7

We left our ballerina arguing with the stage manager behind the curtain while a mysterious, enormous cocoon was crossing the front stage.
Well, now we are back to our man in his workshop. Do you remember? He was fiddling with some bike parts but we have no idea of what he was doing.

Now, he is folding what could be the fruit of his labours.





















His motorbike is waiting for him...
















...to ride in the night.
















A few seconds later, our friend finds himself in front of a large crowd.













But it's late and he must cross it quickly...




















...to reach...



















...HER!























(...to be continued!!)

Friday, April 22, 2011

happy halloween!

Do you like pumpkins? I love. To say pumpkin, in italian, we say zucca. Italian children started celebrating Halloween over the last few years. Before, it was just the day before the All Saints' Day. Now they say "dolcetto o scherzetto" to say "trick or treat".
Yes, I know it's Easter. But Halloween is the only one festivity I put in my alphabet. So happy whatever you want :)

Thursday, April 21, 2011

girls!

As some of you know, I am an only child. But, along my life, I found some people I adopted as sisters and brothers. I found three of them at the high school, here they are: Virgi, Ale and Sara :)









Wednesday, April 20, 2011

masters: la linea and osvaldo cavandoli

What really inspired me more in my life was nothing but a line. La Linea, by genius Osvaldo Cavandoli. A funny grouchy little man with a contagious laughter, who lives squabbling with an enormous hand that makes fool of him with its pencil. When I was a curly little girl he was the star of a popular pressure cooker advert which kids were mad about: right for this reason, nobody knew when it would have exactly been broadcasted and it was always a welcome surprise. Nobody knew what was his name, to us he was just l'omino della Lagostina (the Lagostina man). Ask about him to any 30/40 year old italian and you'll see the smile of a child. My granny loved him as well: we always nearly split our sides laughing together :) I still do it each time!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

I love owls

The owl may be my favourite animal (as well as the cat). Sure it's my guide. Perhaps because I feel reflected in it, both for the appearance and the behaviour: we both have big round eyes and a little beak, we both live better at night and people say we both are wise. I can't fly yet but I am working on it. :) Once I saw an eagle owl at close and I couldn't take my eyes off its. Who knows what did he think when saw me? What a beautiful creature!
My favourite owl ever is Archimedes (whom in italian is Anacleto), from Walt Disney's The Sword In The Stone: I always almost die laughing when I see him laugh and grumble! :)

Architecture In Helsinki - The Owls Go


Friday, April 15, 2011

budding artists

This is a drawing I made at the primary school, it was around October 1984 :) I found it some weeks ago among a pile of old stuff and now I am the proudest painter in the world!
Now it hangs on my kitchen's wall as if it was a Picasso 

Thursday, April 14, 2011

winston do it again!

The literal translation for this cartoon is "Winston? Provide me with a brilliant idea". Actually genialata is a neologism for "something of genius", which sounds funny in italian :) Anyway, Winston must save me this time again!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

masters: max ernst

This painting caught my attention when I was at school, I was probably 16. I don't even know why, but I remember I was quite obsessed. Its title is The Eye Of The Silence (L'Occhio Del Silenzio) by Max Ernst, and it was painted in 1944. I was enchanted by the real silence I perceived looking at it, and I wished I could visit that place some day. I didn't find any high resolution pictures on the net so, unfortunately, the details I was lost in are not clear here. Pity. I can't remember in which book I found it but I liked it insomuch that I took inspiration in a work for the sculpture class: I modeled the green part with the bigger eye and the two towers in clay. I was not so good at modelling (or at least I was never satisfied) so it went recycled in the clay chest :)
Surrealism, as all the revolutionary movements always fascinated me, because I always put myself in the early 20th century artists' shoes who reasonably wanted to escape from ages of traditional painting. Escape and come out into the open. I mean: talent has no time or reason, it is instinct, physical need of giving a shape to your thoughts and share it. In your way. In your world, wherever it is.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

in the underwood

Mushrooms can save worms from scatty birds, didn't you know? :)
Oh, by the way: fungo means mushroom.


farfalla, episode 6

While our someone is messing around in his workshop, a stage is being set up. Some stagehands are working hard to prepare a show...














It seems to be a very important show, going by the excitement these two are arguing with...
The dancer seems to be asking for something to the stage manager, who is by no means easy!






















Wait! What the hell is that kind of cocoon there?














(to be continued...)

Friday, April 8, 2011

ghhhhh!

I love crayon drawing, I always did. Maybe because it is immediate, you don't need so much precision, you have bright colours and it is funny. This is a mixture of crayons and oil pastels (my beloved Jaxon pastels), I often mix wax and oil for no particular reason, but just beacause in my crayon box there are at least 5 different pastel types and I pick up the colour I need at the moment. Moreover, each pastel brand has its own particular tones. I mean: the Jaxon's flesh colours are unique and I can't get along without :)

Happy friday to you all 


Wednesday, April 6, 2011

bubble #7

I saved the number 7 for them. Although 13 is my favourite number, 7 is the number of the whole, universal, perfect balance and symbolizes an accomplished and dynamic cycle. That is what Kraftwerk are for me. Nowadays, it is too easy to buy a computer and pretend to be a "musician" but, in the early 70s, you had to build most of your (yes, they did) analog synthesizers yourself, if you wanted to be like Kraftwerk (or at least look like)! And you must know music inside out, as they did.
I simply think that this union between the typical teutonic wits and the academic music (which are not so distant as it seems at first sight) has been the real magic formula to change the world. In fact, nothing in music after they came, has never been the same. Not just because of the synths (they already existed and were widely used in the 60s to support the other instruments), but the way they were used. They were the center. They were the melody, the drums, the bass, the harmonics. There was a whole new dimension in their sound, and the world's ears went wild.
I saw them live at Ferrara Sotto le Stelle in July 2005. You cannot imagine how I feel lucky! The gig poster proudly hangs on my wall :)

I can't make up my mind about which album to love more, so I chose the one I am fonder of: The Man Machine: I have a rickety vinyl copy of this masterpiece that I found in a second hand shop when I was around 20. To me it worth its weight in gold. Just think: this album is my same age (released in May 1978. Yes, I said 1978) and, while I am getting old, is still future.
Just turn the volume up to the moon and play here - or click the image - :)


Sunday, April 3, 2011

an elephant never forgets

This is easy! Elefante obviously means elephant, the big grey nice creature with that funny nose. Did you ever think about how cool would it be to have a trunk? You'd have an everywhere portable shower to water fight wtih your friends, or walk on the seabed needing no snorkel, or pick up quite far objects when you are lazy, or reach awkward itchy spots with ease. You could even hide a camera in your nostrils and become a formidable private investigator! It would be absolutely fabulous.
Who knows if your memory would be as efficient as an elephant's? :)
Jean Jacques Perrey - The Elephant Never Forgets

Friday, April 1, 2011

masters: alphonse mucha

Alphonse Mucha has always been one of my more inspiring masters. He was a czech Art Nouveau artist - probably the most famous - who produced lots of paintings, postcards, advertising, illustrations and more mostly figuring women and decorations. Though his artworks are everywhere on posters, boxes, t-shirts or whatever, his name is not so known as it should. As a teen, I was in love with his strong outline and that incredible capability to be essential and rich at the same time. The elegant use of colour, the perfection of the patternings and the precision of the frames always enchanted me.
I'm still searching for that grace