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Friday, 22 January 2016

I’ve got a big heart, with thick mare walls

Another some self portraying going on – in the middle many other subjects passed by, especially bears, a certain coyote, elks, elks, elks and elks again, but for now I keep them breathe in the crazy laboratory. This can come out, instead, fiercely.




«You’ve got a big heart, Eta, with thick mare walls».
Sometimes precious creatures tell me how they see me and, as they do that, a new golden key falls in my hands, just shaped to open the door further there, after the labyrinth.

Stuff that happens when a friend drops a flame in a volcano

  











«A vertical flame on a blue field. That's how I saw myself.»



Wednesday, 20 January 2016

The Ballad of The Fears And The Exhaustion

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Kind of warm up, breaking ice – warming ice. Sometimes I need to make self-portraits, to tell myself how I'm doing, and sometimes it feels like it's worthy to share it.
Warming the ice with exorcisms.

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I had found fears. The fear not to know how to draw. To be able to draw only certain hugs.

I start from here: from drawing this again.

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Sometimes I've been feeling too tired, missing the world that I dream. But I want to keep having visions, and to share them. This is why I'm here. To tell about another world.

I belong to this generation. I found this. We're here to talk about love. That's why we're here.


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(The spectrum of emotions that intertwine in my drawings always involves many hearts. Right now, because of this bundle of hours, I want to send my thanks to two people: to Bogdan and to Micheal.)





Thursday, 14 January 2016

★ And I'm Not Against It ★


Something happened on the day he died.

So many of my dear ones grown with a specific devoted love for Bowie. I open my heart to a collective virtual hug for all of their pain. A special thought goes to my friend Caterana Tonnē Fleur, as in the last years she fell into a giant obsession which surely changed her spirit and taught her many things. I believe that, for her, this loss is actually the departure of a spirit master. I need to tell her that he gave to her one of the most precious things: the opportunity to prepare herself to any bigger loss ahead, or any kind of approach to the death. His parting gift is to help facing the death and our days' carnage – hi, Cancer. He recorded his own death while happening. I believe that that's one of the most beautiful Death in Rock, Art, and maybe History.


"I'm A Blackstar" / And I'm Not Against It

Holy Thanks, Blackstar.

Death is beautiful. Embrace Death.

Rib, gather yourself, start the trip and hold the treasure in your heart for ever. That's the way. Do not fear.