Saturday, 5 April 2014

I Cricchimiddi

It's April, folks, the Sicilian theatrical company Cricchimiddi is getting ready for their next play, Il medico dei pazzi, and in a few days I'll be back there as well, in Messina, and I will have again some great fun taking photographs in their crazy crazy crazy'n'cozy backstage, in the theatre Annibale di Francia.


The Cricchimiddi were born originally in 1990, when some employes from the Italian bank Banco di Sicilia gathered to tribute their love for their island, the Sicily, trying to tell its complexed reality, its past, its present, using the wonderful world of the dialectal comedies.



They prepare one play per year and every time their shows are sold out – which something very positive because they donate all they gain.


These photographs are from "Miseria e nobiltà", their previous play, in 2013.


It was my first time with them and their total passion and playfulness completely conquered my heart.







Discovering how much they're talented, and warm, and enthusiastic, and motivated, and innerly shining, discovering how beautiful these people are has been a multiple joy, for multiple reason…




…One of these reasons is definitely the one which pulled me there: one of these actors, Filippo Aldo Liparoti, who has just my surname, is, guesss, yesss, he's right my daddy, yay!


Always living in different and far places, I don't know very well the daily surrounding of my father, so that's also why I loved so much to get more into one of his main passions and finding such a precious world – such a "home", since that's the feeling I immediately got, entering the backstage and smiling and laughing with everyone.




Arrivo, Cricchimiddi!




TANTA, TANTA, TANTA,

TANTISSIMA MERDA!










Monday, 24 March 2014

Holding onto the morrow

This morning I made a sketch for fun and then I was quite amused by its movement, so I kept having fun inking with that Pentel brush I don't use very often but that I enjoy so much. The blackandwhiteish colours instead are digital, of course.



[overly attached girlfriend mode]
[/overly attached girlfriend mode]


Saturday, 22 March 2014

LinFante's debut album and more /// (A lui non piace niente, ma a noi lui piace un sacco)


«
The only man who doesn't change is the dead man»
(although you might consider decomposition and what's-next as well) 

  that's what S. said to me when I was about seventeen.

As my friend Jul Jackalope says, people like us is doomed to witness our companions giving up to that thing so fundamental to us – that specialty, sparkle, "black hole", art, chaos.

Well, although S. is right and indeed he changed as well, I already know he will never change about that speciality. And this is priceless.

I started making musical artworks with him, because of him, with his projects, when we were teenagers, our artistic understanding kept working through all the changes and years, and, well, it's really sweet to post now my artworks for his debut solo album with a label!


Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm extremely pleased to introduce you
and his album



LinFante - Non mi piace niente
front
I worked really hard for this project, never stopping drawing till we were totally satisfied, so I must say that now I'm very proud and happy with the final results.

LinFante - Non mi piace niente
back
The album will be released on the 10th of April 2014, but meanwhile you can enjoy the preview of the music video on the webzine Relics, made by two bad fellows, my old friends Federico Fronterrè and David Chance Fragale, starring Chiara Brambati and LinFante.



You maybe noticed how terribly lovely is the handwriting of the credits.
Yes, I know, I wish you can handle it.
Thank you, by the way.




And there is another big fact which involves our collaboration: his book Esistere forte (qui come e-book), signed with his real name Stefano Scrima (per spiare qualcosa di più del suo saggio, infilatevi nel suo sito e poi perdetevici, 'ché oramai la produzione scritta di Stefano è sterminata).
On the cover there are my portraits of Albert Camus, Jean-Paul Sartre and André Gide (framed in the graphic design by Valerio Ognibene).




E se volete leggere invece le prime recensioni di Non mi piace niente, eccovi qui quella su GiulioZine, su Ritratti di note e su Relics - Controsuoni
Poi, ovviamente, potete anche "seguirlo", soprattutto se volete farlo fisicamente beccandovi i palchi su cui raschierà le corde.



That's all for now.
I greet you together with our beloved Owl of Athen (la nottola di Minerva, per noi latini), who will guide you through the disc, if you just open the case…












Sunday, 16 March 2014

"Why Do You Knit?", a short-movie/long-trip (by one me ago)



I thank my friend Masha for insisting on making me subtitle my old short movie Perché lavori ai ferri?.

I made this raving, paranoic film more than four years ago, for an experimental course of my Bachelor in Media Design and Multimedial Arts; this very interesting course was named Theater, Real, Reality. I was already late and I had to hurry up, so many things aren't well done. Above all, now I hear different calls, so this film doesn't tell anymore what I feel I want to share.
Still, I think I never made anymore something good like that, in movies: the direction, the editing, was terribly fitting the idea – and I sincerely think there is "something extra". Because of the duende and because that time I probably made it to reach one of the effect I mostly care in cinema: that thing someone calls "Psychrealism".
I think there is "something extra" also because of not a few people telling me they did find much of themselves in it.
I want to thank them too, their feedbacks have been very important to me, to understand what I had done and what I could do, especially in that period of my life, so insecure.
All this, though, happened within the Italian language, so now I'm very curious to see if this video can create any similar reactions also subtitled in English, to not Italian speakers; it will be a little challenging – so, please, feel free to comment or write to me…

Well. Enjoy.
(But not too much.)









By the way, smiles, yarns and strangers are still among my favourite elements.
…As one can tell by the previous post, after all.

Saturday, 15 March 2014

{Odes to the light} ::: Photographs from A White Summer, plus three things connected to it




I'm finally finding my time to talk some more about A White Summer, the performance I and Natalja Heybroek made in Amsterdam, at the Vondelpark, the past June. But don't worry, while I rumble you can enjoy some of the photographs taken by Marilù Pace and edited by Dorotea Pace. More of the pictures are also on the Natalja's Facebook page and on my Behance.







Me, Natalja and Marilù, during the preparation


First thing
THE MUSIC

If you watched the video of the performance, you, who knows, may had doubts and wonders, but I bet you were feeling a perfectly harmonic match with the music, didn't you? Yes, I know.

Well, there is a story to tell.



The night after the performance, I opened my editing software with all the video footage.
About the audio, I and Natalja didn't have straight plans, we improvised most of the performance, but the idea was to use the original audio from the park and to maybe add a bit of music, but keeping it more like a documentary than like a music video. Something like that. And we didn't know which music to use, although I pictured before that Heidi Harris' atmosphere could easily fit ours. And I knew Heidi were happy with that, she told me many times when we were working at her music video Animal Insect that I had to feel free about her music. But nothing was sure and even still had to let her know about I was doing.
Anyway, that night I was feeling inspired to edit, so I started to browse Heidi's songs, looking for the right one. I started to select some tracks and I sent her an e-mail to have the original files, because I had only some on my computer. In those hours, though, Heidi wasn't online and I was too inspired to wait. Furthermore, I already had the one that I was probably liking better, Carved In.
So I tried to put that song in the timeline of the software. First I putted the whole track there with a whole uncut videoclip, just as starting point, thinking to move them soon – as often one does when edits video without a storyboard. Let's see how the audio and video tracks go together. So, random, I played the timeline as it was. And how was it? Man. How was it.


(When I noticed the framed portrait in the Helena Sanders' atelier where we got ready, I think I screamed for joy.
If you also recognise that asshole, you win a kiss-thought.)

That's how it was: already totally synchronised. Yep.
When Heidi watched it, afterwards, she said that it looks like the video is made for the song – or vice versa.
Thing is: of course there are cuts that we decided to put to show many moments of our long performance, since the beginning till the end in a few minutes, but that first clip looked like it was already cut on the audio track.
That fuckin' inspired night, when I watched all that harmony shaped chaos, I was sincerely shocked and moved, I couldn't really believe my eyes.
I would you to understand at least the strongest instants (apart of all the sweet shades which lovely create this match)…
On the bridge, at 03:01 a growing far sound reaches us and the song has a sudden and charming turning point into an experimental parenthesis without refrains or anything which you can predict. If you opened the previous link, you see how the camera follows those strings because it's following that dog, who suddenly left. And then the camera turns again on me: each its movement, the zoom, each movement of my neck and of my gaze, are just perfectly reacting to the music. I swear: when this happened on my monitor without any editing, I had goosebumps, maybe I cried. I had this huge sensation all that was designed. But not by us, not by anyone of us.
At that point, of course I let the video go, to see what was next.
Please, I want to make it clear: I know you now see some cuts: again, that's because we had much more footage and much more performance to show, so we added further parts on this main clip I'm telling played so specially. But we didn't move it, we just putted other moments "on" it in the timeline, so what was on a certain timing before by itself, from that clip, still it's there. With just some extra glimpses from other moments (which also fit it marvellously, I must say). If you are a little confident with editing software or the concept of the layers, this is very easy to understand.
From 04:13 I shake Natalja's knees and from the song a sort of waterfall just dresses the scene.
Everything is happening in those minutes looks synchronised by magic to me.
How at 05:05 the Heidi's voice finally comes back like by the awakening after a trance and the camera looks disorientated as well.
She says "and you can go". While the camera goes, clearly hold by someone (who is Dorotea, Dorotea, thank you, Dorotea…). You can go, and the that someone responses…
At 05:37.
At 05:37.
Well, this is the only moment Natalja and I moved a little further, editing during the following weeks, but in the beginning… in the beginning I was hugging the tree exactly when Heidi sings "my friend". Still the two things coincide, she sings that when we hug the tree.
When this "happened" that my first editing night, I was liking very much this sweet idea that this way looked like the friend from Heidi's voice was that tree. But that's just because we are damned tree huggers, of course.
I didn't know there was much more, pretty hot to handle…
We discovered it only when, the following day, Heidi watched the preview that I sent her and goosebumps and tears went on her skin too…
This is something very personal from Heidi's life, so, please, read it with all your kindness.

This song, Carved In, is dedicated to a Heidi's friend. A friend who she lost – that's what she felt.
All the album Cut the Line is about a loss and I knew this before by Heidi, working on its artwork, but I didn't know anything about this loss. No clue about which kind of loss this was. Never asked.
But when I sent the video preview to Heidi, she had to tell me this story, about the friend she lost.
When she was watching this totally unexpected performance from us, she was very impressed already because of how the Friendship idea shines so much, in this video. That's no surprise, I and and Natalja have a wonderful connection, but it's funny because the friendship itself wasn't among the concepts we wanted to explore; we wanted more to explore the freedom, the nature. But, yeah, what we have done was possible because we were playing within the kingdom of the love, of the friendship. And that's what was first powerful to Heidi's eyes: a friendship of two women, on her song about a friendship of two women.
And this could be enough. Instead it is not all.
That friend, that friend she called while we hug the tree, that friend, during their break point, that friend had a tree as avatar.
Trees were already symbolising that specific friend, to Heidi.


A while after our performance, after years, Heidi told me that she found that friend again.




(You know, sometimes you can go through very hard troubles even with your loved ones. Remember all you have to do is to communicate, to share…)





Second thing
THE BODIES


…We are free, we don't care, we are open minded, we are true, we may walk totally naked among strangers. That's more or less how we felt.
When we watched the video footage, though, both of us were somehow ashamed. How much skin! Bums! Bums! Bums!
The first time I watched I was alone and I have to admit I got a very extreme reaction of pain: pain watching my body and, frame by frame, noticing imperfections, maybe those dear feminine shadows somewhere. Yay. I was understanding that it was stupid and I was twice ashamed of myself because I should not have such a mentality, but so it was. I remember some moments feeling all my blood coming to my face and feeling liquid eyes because of how strong was the shame and the pain, the doubt about what I had done, going around that way – plus that ironic awareness of having all these thought on a video which should instead be a hymn to the freedom.
I was feeling like an inappropriate sack of potatoes. And contemplating how Natalja is lucky instead, with a body that allows her to do no matters what, always being so greatly elegant.
So, while editing that night, I left more shots with her perfect shapes and I cut some which didn't make me feel comfortable at all.



Then the video was in Natalja's hands, she kept editing it as well on her own.
When I went to her place to see together her changes, she told me she putted some more shots with my body instead of hers, because she was a little ashamed of her that nudity around.
How ironic is this?
So I told her my feelings and we had to laugh loud as we know how to do. And she also blamed me a bit, because, of course, my feelings were way far from the concepts we celebrated ourselves.



I'm very happy I went through this little experience, because I could actually realise better and better where this society brings and improve my awareness, therefore now I'm telling this with much lightness and smiles – and it's pretty cool, thinking to those stupid hours of fears: fear of being judged, for sure, fear of not being liked. I know it's ridiculous, that's why I'm telling it.
I'm lucky, in the end, and I have my ways to love my body as it is, thanks to myself, plus thanks to who loves me, but I know many women (and men) keep missing their beauty: that's horrible.
If you don't like yourself, please, do try to get rid of all the layers of bullshits collected in our minds.
Maybe you're beautiful and you don't know it.
And, by the way, the point is this that, ok, I really believe light and love can make beautiful everyone, but still someone is, well, way less beautiful than others, probably… Right? Well, if this is true, the point is that we should not be ashamed of our bodies, anyway. FUCK!
How much this society is fucked up. How much. Even in all these stupid fuckin' details. How much.
But, please, keep fighting and hoping and loving.
We can change it.
Things are changing.
Really.









…And here the third thing is, finally. The third thing is definitely the most important.




Third thing
THE PUPPIES!!!
(Do you remember the dog?)


These little too-cute too-tender too-soft white thingies run towards us crossing a meadow fast as hell as soon as they saw us; like a call, like they were just looking for us, like they saw their far beloved twins, the two white thingies reached the other two biggest two white thingies, when our performance was just done and we were laughing the emotions away. It was really too funny, the jumped on us like brothers and sisters, like they recognised us.


Furthermore, after some months, I noticed a curious detail in a picture of the moments before our preparation…




Question is: …is that dog behind one of the puppies?




(Oh, what an interesting question!!! Isn't it?)










Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Tell Me We Can Make It ,;, (a prayer to myself)

"Si adagia, distratto e colpevole, il peso inerte delle
occasioni già venute […]"
Federico Fronterrè*





So I said, fake it till you make it.
"Your body language shapes who you are", Amy Cuddy on TED

I got this special power of wasting my opportunities and the skill of stumbling way too much on the way. So I had to stare at myself for a while, telling straight to myself that now is different and, c'mon, we can make it.


I wanted to update more my blog with all my new stuff, but this period I have been working a bunch. I hope to find the time to share more soon.


(And if by any chance some of you, likely among the Italian readers, are finding some influences of Gipi in this my self portrait, well, that's the consequence of yesterday night, finally reading his last graphic novel, unastoria. His art totally changed my artistic path when I was about 17; now I feel different calls and my inspiration has other ways; still, going through his work impresses my attitude and my moods. Of course.)



* Misterimo ritrovato rileggendo la mia tesi, Altrove, roba che capita quando mi suona il postino con il regalo di compleanno che mi ha mandato mia mamma e scoppio a piangere come se fossero morti tutti e mi faccio di nuovo piovere addosso Il cantico dei drogati di De André che è il brano più drammatico che un figlio o una madre possano ascoltare, ma voglio finire ascoltando Altrove (quello di Morgan) e decidere di perdermi di nuovo -- ma per bene.

Sfogare fino in fondo rapida, op op op, e non perdere tempo, op op op!
Op op op!
Facciamoci un caffè.
Su, eh! Dai. DAI!
'Caputtana…
Tutta questa emotività è proprio necessaria? Una fettina di meno? Eh, mi sa che a gentaccia tipo, che ne so, me e Calzino, o quell'altra sciagurata di Dorotea, ce tocca. Maledette fimmene.

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

I LOVE TO DRAW


I love to draw because thus when I draw, I draw better.









And I like to draw SO MUCH!!!

Monday, 3 March 2014

True To The Blues: The Johnny Winter Story

Some time ago my beloved Rib. asked me to collaborate for a contest for the big bluesman Johnny Winter; lately mine and her time has been crazily busy, though, so we couldn't dedicated very much of ourselves into this work. Still, we have done something and, well, just in case your votes wouldn't be disliked… Here you vote the first one and here the second one. Just in case you actually appreciate 'em, though (I hate so much the pressing for getting votes online…).








(I'm really sorry for the watermarks on the illustrations, but I have to keep them because of the contest, of course. I'm even more sorry for not being very present on my blog, in this period, since I have a huge queue of things to say here, but, again, I've been way too busy. Hopefully, I'll publish a ton of stuff very soon.)

Sunday, 16 February 2014

The Louder Laughter

As I entered the theatre, in the last row I saw two empty seats next to Nik. One was for sure for Nancy, who was probably going to arrive in a little. So I went to Nik and asked him if I could seat next to them.

I had my first winks with Nancy and Nik that afternoon, while I was standing in the entrance as lovely cotton candy girl for the KLIK! Amsterdam Animation Festival, which I joined as volunteer (having really a lot of fun). Ironically, when I was a child I never tasted any cotton candy, they didn't appeal me at all, and my first time was only a pair of months before the festival, by chance (grazie a Lady Nocina!). But, apparently, cotton candy recalls sweet early memories to most of the people: giving cotton candy for free as I had to do was indeed a very pleasant task, because everyone was infinitely grateful for that unexpected flashback with that hypnotic machine. So it was for Nancy, who indeed was enthusiastic just like a child.

And again she was that enthusiastic when the cartoon Gay Purr-ee* started, because it was a film she watched many times and she loved since her childhood.
She was not just enthusiastic, she was having some very serious fun, actually.
I mean, she was laughing much louder than me.
 – If you know me, you know that's a serious matter. –
Her laughter was absolutely the louder in the theatre and probably the louder I've ever heard.
I'm a total fan of laughters, so I just joined her pleasure with all my heart.
At a certain point, she held my hand authentically happy and she thanked me for sharing the laughs; then I couldn't avoid to proudly tell her how much the laugh is actually meaningful to me and that it has even been the topic of my little thesis, leaving the high school.
The feeling was totally like that satisfaction of finally meeting someone who understands, for both of us.
«The point is that I laugh of absurdity. I just see the absurdity everywhere – and I laugh of it.»
«Indeed!»
We completed our sentences each other.
«It is like… Waiting…»
«…for Godot

And so it was that she mentioned me Norman Cousins, who healed himself by laughing (thanks above all to Marx Brothers filmography!).
You also have the Internet, so I won't steal you the joy of  eventually researching more by yourself, since my current informations are not very deep yet. Here I just want to specify that, of course, it's hard to know how actually Cousins survived 26 years more than his doctor prediction, but, after all, I'm not so surprised by the power of the laughter.

Are you?




…All this disconnected post, by the way, it's because I realised I didn't publish yet my humble Nancy's portrait, nor the other few sketches I made at KLIK!, and since I just noticed her birthday was the 10th of February, well, that's perhaps a nice chance to fix that, isn't it?

Here's Nancy, folks!




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A cellist at the lobby…

…and the drummer



Mr. Paul Rudish
(dedicated to my beloved Elisa Cristantielli)




I had never watched Gay Purr-ee (1962, Abe Levitow) before, but I sometimes had a familiar sensation… But for sure that's not because I instead know The Aristocats (1970)… it must be a mere coincidence…