The Traveler's Break

The kindest human I've ever met.

Don't forget to smile and be kind, from the core of yourself.
These qualities confer you the dignity that everyone merits.

Have been kind to the kindest human I've ever met and offering him some water is one of the better things that I've ever done in my life.

Sleep well, Furba.

A sketched insomniac selfportrait (detail)

Oh, so many thoughts and ideas that I'd like to share in these days! But right in these weeks a lot of stuff is coming together (fault of Murphy, you know…), so for now I have time only for sketches and this kind of easy going pictures.

I come to listen to my flying fishes. They are so happy this summer! If I'm learning to run after them, I'll show you soon some nice things, folks.

Don't forget to lick the butterflies.

Love,

Eta

That spot in Antwerpen

My desire to come back to photography and video with the attitude of the reporter-documentarist is growing day by day. Many ideas for projects are speaking together in my head. Who knows if I'll decide to really do it, maybe the next year. Meanwhile, my dear old analogic reflex is following me more often.

A Question of Balance

(The Great Painters of the Past are crying together for this Ecstasy.)

"Together" is the word.

Yesterday night I was in a special place with my friend Natalja. The name of this artistic and cozy place is Kytopia. Just for coincidence, we were there right in time to enjoy a nice reggae jam session with some very very particular musicians – and People.

Of course, my sketchbook was with me and I tried to catch some moments.

I would let the pleasure of explain the atmosphere to the words written by Natalja on my carnet, 'cause she has done something particular that by coincidence is just what I do often, listening people talkin: simply writing down automatically what I hear. She has done this during my conversation with Candy (happy birthday again, girl!).

Do you feel the magic?

We do.

PS. A special thanks to Eveline, that suggested me this place. Yeah, you were so fuckin' right, Eva! Thank you, thank you, thank you.

The Wise Flying Fish

He has shown me where to live.

Caught by a Pterodactyl

There's something wrong in my little body of human girl, because there's something that I completely cannot find in myself: the Rhythm.
This is like the worst deficiency for who adores the music like me.
I can dance and sing hidden in my lovely bedroom, but the idea of a serious attempt is pretty strong. I think to the athletics that run without legs, or to my belief that everybody can learn how to draw, but I know that all these missions ask you great efforts – furthermore, it's hard to do if you've others passions in your life.

But two nights ago something made my pray real…

A pterodactyl caught me while I was enjoying a doom ritual in front of an Electric Wizard and made me fly over a neon sea full of volcanoes, gently beating the Rhythm on my little body:  I  a m  a  d r u m  n o w  .

Thank you, Gentle Pterodactyl, for let me feel the harmony of the whole Essence...