Mulled Wine in Normafa

Philip is a given name, derived from the Greek Φίλιππος (Philippos, lit. "horse-loving" or "fond of horses"), from a compound of φίλος (phílos, "dear", "loved", "loving") and ἵππος (hippos, "horse").  [Wikipedia]

In their different versions in Italian and in Spanish, that's the name shared by two men who are surely very close to me. They enjoyed some mulled wine in Normafa, a spot on the Buda hills which got this name when the performers from the Hungarian National Theater went there to play Vincenzo Bellini's Norma. To make some of these photographs, I left the table enjoying their view from a little distance – a very rare and precious view, for me.

Budapest, 22nd of November 2015

The first time they met  * * * *

}: Stranger ::: SLANT VOL. II //W/ HYENAZ

«I don't know much; I don't know how to do things. I know how to love, though, I think. This is what I know how to do. Sometimes I am afraid. Some of you were afraid. Some preferred to stay away, from me. So I didn't go to those of you. Or maybe yes, I did.

I don't want to scare anyone. Some were curious. I was curious too. I saw we had similar hands. Mine are much smaller, usually. But they were still similar. We could play. I wanted to touch your hands and play. So that no one was much afraid anymore. I find that love can kick fear away. I want to play more. Or to take a nap, because world's fears make me very, very tired. Can we meet? I know I'm scary, I know I look different. But I think we are made of the same.

Someone saw me».

Stranger / memories from SLANT VOL. II //W/ HYENAZ

happened at Auróra, in Budapest, on the 19th of November 2015

Stranger approaching the room - Photograph by Isa Val

During the performance HRI out by Gábor Czap - Photograph by Edd Carlile

Starring at HYENAZ - Photograph by Bodó Júlia, Gallyas Luca




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> MORE PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE NIGHT <

So much thankfulness, again, to all the SLANT team, to Auróra, to all the awesome artists, and to anyone who came, to all the people who interacted with the Stranger, and to anyone who preferred to skip that, too.

It's the first time I perform something which keeps going on during a whole night and stays quite in the background. And it felt great. A new peaceful feeling. And a huge honour: the art I enjoyed around me reached a true Catharsis ("on the balance between crystalline craziness and fresh health").

Performances by: Dr. Purple / Eleonora Eta Liparoti / Czap Gábor and Alexandra Köbli/ AVOEC / Sildenafil Fairy / HYENAZ
Exhibiting artists: Isabel Val / Edd Carlile / Alpár Főcze
DJs: MKMANN / Alla Bout



SLANT is a celebration of creativity, a platform for local, independent artists to share their work, a space for community-building, and an opportunity to connect with other artists' whose work we admire. It's a dance party, an exhibition, a place for performances. We welcome work-in-progress, experiments, failures, leaps into the unknown.



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«I'm a Stranger. I'm part of you. And I love you».

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}: Stranger ::: «I'm a Stranger. I'm part of you. And I love you».

«I'm a Stranger.

I'm part of you.

And I love you».

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I will perform Stranger at SLANT VOL. II //W/ HYENAZ, at Auróra, in Budapest, this Thursday, the 19th of November. It will be the first time, the first of many, hopefully, and it will be still in a very work in progress phase. Yet all its core will be there.

}: Stranger ::: The leaves around the house at the foot of the hills

I got a nest at the foot of the hills.

The Magyar Autumn is astonishing and is giving away seas of beautiful leaves.
I'm collecting them and somehow I'll fly with them.

I am a Stranger.

My new performance is in progress, I don't know at which stage it will be on next Thursday, but for the first time it will come out. In Budapest, at Auróra, for SLANT VOL. II.  Which is gonna be an awesome night. I could have some glimpse of what other artists will bring and I'm very excited about that.

SLANT is a celebration of creativity, a platform for local, independent artists to share their work, a space for community-building, and an opportunity to connect with other artists' whose work we admire. It's a dance party, an exhibition, a place for performances. We welcome work-in-progress, experiments, failures, leaps into the unknown.

Poster by Teektura

Also: I opened a Facebook page: Eta ⊙ Eleonora Liparoti.

Remember Remember ☉ IV

…On going…

From The Atacama Eternal Blue In The Moon Valley »»»» Towards My Own Origin

I was in my old room in Utrecht, and I felt like I had to be in the Moon Valley in the Atacama desert. I happened to decide to change my life. It was the night between the 19th and the 20th, of October. It was past midnight, so it was already the 20th. I thought that it was a pity, because I would have liked such a decisive ritual happening on a 19th.

He who travels far was in the Blue Moon Valley in the Atacama desert, and he felt like a being who was in her old room in Utrecht had to be there. He happened to decide to change his life. He thought that it was a pity that it was already the 20th of October, because he would have liked such a decisive ritual happening on a 19th.

On the night between the 19th and the 20th, of October, past midnight so already on the 20th, since I wasn't in the Moon Valley in the Atacama desert, I became the moon and the sky and I went above the Moon Valley in the Atacama desert.

Flowerasm VIII - Atacama Eternal Blue In The Moon Valley

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The Flowerasm I made that night is still one of my favourite illustrations ever and it became the main symbol of the style I want to explore.

That night I understood how to change my life in the direction that, back then, I felt I had to go; I hanged its echo on the wall /// 20X2014 – 4III2015 – Go forward towards your own origin! – G⊙! /// and now, one year later, I'm at my own origin. Not within the deadline I told myself and with a five months journey in the middle, but still I am, and not too far from the timing I demanded.

The dragon head you can see here above, below the hanged echo, comes from another story I will tell some other day. Now it is one year from the night I was the sky and the path towards my own origin – which is never going back, is rather going further up on… a spiral…

Flowerasm VIII - Atacama Eternal Blue In The Moon Valley: preritual

Flowerasm VIII - Atacama Eternal Blue In The Moon Valley: preritual

Looking for the sign is like going further till your own origin.

Andrea Pazienza

Seven years of flying fish

Just in time! It's not midnight yet, I made it home before, it's still the 9th of October! Happy 7th birthday, my dear little blog!

Thanks so much to all the people who shown some sweetness for it: much much love to all of you!
A special thought to Lu, for the very meaningful day she had today and shared with me, to Lidia, who wrote me this afternoon and have lots in common with Lu although they never met, and to Lu's friend who recently left Budapest for Austria, Palestina, Nepal and Spain, keen to help people.

▲ ▲ ▲ Cheers to the process of clearing one's vision, "as they say in Findhorn"
(as my thoughtmate says ♥ ). * * *

Just made, coming home, from the bus glass: the gaze which always I find traveling with me…

Argh, not in time: publishing the post at 00:01 of the 10th. Shit, sorry my sweet blog. But: you do know I've been thinking of you, and you know very well my little issue with time, don't you?


PS. And also: Happy Birthday, PJ Harvey!

Warming Up at Wembley, in Budapest

I was used to say that we have to train the wonder – and while saying that, somewhere in myself I always had this whisper laughing at my prudence, «you'll never stop to wonder, stupid Eta», instead my prudence was wiser, because I found myself in the position of getting used to the most spectacular things and needing to actively call for my attention and my ability to still see the beauty.
That's not why I started to yak on that, but Queen certainly can light my most sacred fire even when I feel empty. Lately I weirdly feel a bit lost about what to listen, which is extremely strange, for me, and I only feel like going to my oldest and most classical musics, like the themes of my childhood or the first discs that I bought myself. So Jethro Tull, Angelo Branduardi, Lucio Battisti, Gentle Giant, Frank Zappa, Janis Joplin and definitely Queen are being my great supporters while working in (look-at-how-I-say-this-like-nothing-happened-and-this-is-not-at-all-like-just-the-fuckin'-first-step-towards-one-of-my-personal-biggest-dreams-possibly-coming-true) an animation studio in Budapest, where I moved a few weeks ago.

I don't know yet what can be told about this project I'm working on, so I'll keep silent, for now. Anyway, the  sweet, shiny fact is: I'm spending my days animating, animating, animating.

Today I had my very first chance to draw on a Cintiq graphic tablet and, oh, well, how, how, how feels good!

While animating, sometimes I wanted to warm up a bit, or to break doing something completely different and spontaneous; on another monitor I was letting myself being pleased by Queen's Live at Wembley, so Brian May conquered my fingers. I drawn it quickly and I worked a bit on the colours afterwards; maybe his eyes aren't alike, but it was ages that I wanted to satisfy my lines with his face, so I just went with the frenzy.

Ah, emh, if someone wants now to make up a conspiracy between Brian May being Marge Simpson, because of the yellow and the blue, feel free – or just remember that the live at Wembley happened in very 1986.

Hope you drooled on his lips and destroyed your device,

Eta

Stefano Scrima On Miguel de Unamuno and The Immortality

After Esistere forte, Non voglio morire ("I don't want to die") is the new book by Stefano Scrima. It's about the philosopher Miguel de Unamuno (29 September 1864, Bilbao – 31 December 1936, Salamanca) and the immortality. Once again, I had the pleasure of collaborating for the cover, for which Stefano asked me a portrait of de Unamuno.

Graphic design by Stefano Savella

Per acquistarlo ::: To get it

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A lui e alla sua passione per la vita, l'arte e la filosofia è dedicata questa monografia in libreria ad Ottobre per Diogene Multimedia, esito delle passeggiate madrilene tra i libri della Cuesta de Moyano, le chiaccherate all'Ateneo, le visite al Diavolo al Parque del Retiro, le incursioni universitarie, le riflessioni salmantine e la carne argentina trangugiata come rimedio al male di vivere in compagnia del messer Michele Botto, nobiluomo in visita dal Medioevo.

Ad impreziosirla i contributi di Luís María Cifuentes, uomo leggendario, e Pietro Piro, fine scrutatore di anime.

Stefano Scrima

One of my Flowerasms as WeTransfer Editorial! ✌

Many of you surely often open a tab on WeTransfer, start to upload or download a file and perhaps stay some time looking at the background, whether is a pure advertisement or an artwork, simply because it's beautiful. On an Internet mostly full of annoying banners everywhere and video advertisements blocking the movie that you were gonna watch (till you downloaded AdBlock), to me WeTransfer immediately came to attention for its very different approach – a bit zen, as they say. Their service is about file transferring, full stop, so they realized that they need just a little window to fill up a very few fields, and then all the rest of the screen could be up to anything else. And instead of organizing a complicated layout, they decided to hold a certain style. We need just that little portion of pixels on the left, why don't we use the rest for something beautiful? So, very often, on rotation on their background, one can find a selection of artworks.

Frequently I clicked on the wallpapers, visiting the websites of the related artists. I started to wonder about how these freelancers were there, since usually such a space is very expansive and have prices proportioned to a big company income, and finally I surfed more on their info section, from their About till the pages linked on its bottom. And I got very impressed. As much as I have a general and extreme repulsion to the world of advertisements, as much I appreciated the peculiar way they treat it. I sent an email to them and after a few weeks I received a very gentle email on which they explained to me that, apart of the commercial wallpapers, they decided to support creative content, and they invited me to send my proposals. The only thing they asked back was to mention them on my social networks. What I'm doing here, writing so widely, is perhaps even a little further, but my ears had such an overdose from the disrespectful, unkind and loud commercials that we have to get through exactly like any dystopia would command, that I can't believe that finally some companies are adopting kinder ways –– and, at the same time, are even supporting art, for free!

So, Thank you WeTransfer! And, dear fellow artists, consider contacting them too!

Here is the WeTransfer Editorial Wallpaper with my work. Much joy for it!

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The work they selected from me is a very particular one.

Flowerasm VII – On The Other Side Of The 4th Gate For The Hug Full Of Eternal Blue (turned horizontal)

As the title says, that's the other side of the 4th gate for the hug full of eternal blue.

So there is another side of this. But it will stay unseen.

And that gate, that gate had a door, but the door went to The Door, who's the other force of the hug full of eternal blue. He Who Travels Far.

A piece of this paper, which is The Door, traveled to reach the traveler.

So this painting is divided in two parts, both unseen, separated and creating a field of magic which runs from the gate till the traveling door; only a third, extra part, which is only the other side of them, is shared, here, and that's what I would love to tell you

of a hug full of eternal blue.

This is the Flowerasm № 7.

The whole Flowerasms series is on my website.

Good luck finding doors, gates
and recalling the way back, too.

Light, Love and Laughter,

Eta

And the fish flies ♓ I got a website

“ I want to be the best I can be to render myself useful for existence. ”

 

The fish flies, I have a website:

andtheflying.fish

There's a page with my portfolio. There's my About. There's also a shop page, it's still to be filled, but the intention is all there. There's a section all dedicated to my project Felice, for the book, the performance, the paintings and illustrations, and more (it will keep growing, there's much that not here nor on the Facebook page I have posted yet).

I'm so much in love with my website!

I made it with WordPress.org and installing an Organic Theme, which turned out as a very smooth choice; I like their style and I appreciated their kind helpfulness on the forum. If you're thinking about building your website and you're up to spend some money on a theme, personally my thumb is up for them.

The .gif above was done with the rotoscope technique, which always gives me a terrible pleasure of freedom. (And since .gif are finally getting more supported by websites and are fun, well, consider sharing my messy banner, if you like it. Smuack!)

Much more freedom is also what I'll feel now for my blog, because in the last years I was treating it a bit too much like a portfolio instead of enjoying it more spontaneously as a narrative tool. Now that I got a more proper platform to organize my art, I will finally get back to the lighter stream that this place was till some years ago. It will be a little more like a journal, let's say. Probably I will also use it to express more explicitly some opinions non strictly related to my projects or to art, but most of all, I will be probably posting more sketches, work in progress, divertissement and any kind of small thing.

Basically, my website is now the showcase –– genuinely mine, but all well dusted and organized. And this blog, instead, is my home, folks, and in my home I do not remove the spider webs…

…Speaking of which, and speaking of spontaneity and little, little things, there is a video I've been almost hiding for months, here to you, out of the blue. Please, steal six minutes of silence from your daily roar, if you want to join my trance.

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Now, as thanking is one of my favourite activity, some of the big thanks for my website (trying not to thank each bee and leaf, so that perhaps I won't loose ALL my readers, nor my night…).

Thanks to all my dear freaks who I bothered while I was struggling to find the perfect url. (Including that critique that I skipped.)

Thanks to Natalja Mara Heybroek, who brilliantly helped my Statement for the About page.

That manifesto makes me feel terribly good and her gentle and wise touch was mind blowing.

And thanks to Rib., who deserved a thanking page only for that; what she did is too much to explain. Even after several months, I didn't make it yet to let her understand.

She's a tiny, tender mystery.

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(   …Oh, ohhh man, it feels so good to be back here!

I hope you enjoyed the spiderwebs and that you don't mind the dust.

Welcome in my haven.

Relax, and laugh.  (:   )

666

My dear, dear readers,

I deeply apologize for the long wait you had to get through, during all these months.

I know your lives depends on my blog and that, after my last announcement for this post, you couldn't breathe one moment without thinking about my next move. I didn't mean to be mean, nor to torture you, although torture and many other creepy things belong to the theme –– which is, ladies and gentleman, as some of you remember, our beloved Satan.

That's, indeed, my post number 666.

It is.

I had to celebrate this –– properly. I'm sure you can understand that.

I had to do some more than merely celebrate, actually.

I had to follow my call to discover the Truth.

What I always knew but couldn't tell without proofs.

So that's what I've done: I went looking for proofs.

That's what a serious lady does, you know? And I am that. I'm a serious lady, I mean.

So I went desperately looking for proofs. For the traces of my own destiny.

And it couldn't be any harder (but don't ask me why, 'cause that's just too painful to tell).

I don't really know where to start, however, meanwhile, let's highlight that this my post number 666 came together with another post number 666 from myself: I arrived at the post number 665 also on the forum on Cremonapalloza, which is a website and association dedicated to any interesting activity happening in my little hometown, Cremona. Hence, both there and here I had to make something big and deep for this uniquely-double occasion. I'm active on that forum since my teenage, even before starting this blog (almost seven years old) and I love to mess up with the folks on there. Leaving my hometown never meant to stop to write on that forum –– possibly, meant the opposite. Anyway, the person who drawn me there was a particularly active user that…

Ok, well, I really get broken in pieces trying to explain this story, but try to follow me.

There is probably a big connection, in all this chaos, that I need to show you.

So.

The person who drawn me into this forum is called, is popularly called… "McA". That's his name, not his official name, you know, that's just his nickname, his friends call him this way, other people call him this way. However, McA. I call him otherwise most of the times, 'cause I know him from way before the birth of this name or anything like that. Because McA is my cousin. He's my cousin. But here, for God's sake, here I'll keep to call him McA. I have no idea why they call him this way, by the way, he doesn't want to tell me. I feel very bad about that, because it's like he doesn't care a fuck about me, but ok. You know, I'm the little younger cousin, why shall he share his secrets with me? Why?

I can handle that.

But ok, let's keep explaining the big thing to you.

You still remember that this post is to talk about Satan, right?

(In these months once I happened to explain what I can eat as "soft vegan" saying that I eat "satan" instead of "seitan", by the way. That was a mistake, by the way, or rather a Freudian lapsus, or whatever you like to call it. What a coincidence, you know?)

However, Satan, right? Satan. And now I'm talking about my cousin.

So I shall say: Satan, my cousin, and the Rock'n'roll.

My cousin, McA, this guy, this guy is the very guy who introduced me to Rock'n'roll when I was a kid, and by doing that he determined my whole life. It determined most of the people I fell for and all my crazy life choices and so on, you know? Rock'n'roll. I still think it's a great thing, maybe some of you think otherwise, I don't know, but for me it is a big thing. It's Rock'n'roll, you know?

However, my cousin, Satan, and the Rock'n'roll, my post 666 here and on "his" forum of Cremonapalloza, all coming together and then, and then you know, and then you know I had to check out my suspect for good. I had to.

So I did and I started this research that I'm struggling to explain since the beginning of this post, my god.

 If you think that Indiana Jones' adventures were something, well, make up your mind again, please, his adventures were nothing compared to what I went through personally in these months –– to check out the truth.

I traveled in Ecuador, Argentina, Uruguay and Brazil, and now I'm heading Hungary, just to discover this.

Only to discover this.

I didn't know how, but I followed my instinct.

Till that moment

that very moment

in which I finally saw it

I found the proof:

My cousin McA is Satan.

My cousin McA as Satan.

☆

Ok, folks, Eta is back on her blog.

Thanks for reading till here and thanks for reading itself, since the hype for long-blogging is a bit old-fashioned, I guess.

I'll be posting again with my regular non regularity but much more frequently than these last four months. I have a freakin' huge spicy lot to share!

Anyway, really: it's almost seven years that I run and love this blog and that's for real my post number 666: w-o-a-h. And my cousin McA is for real the dude who introduced me to rock'n'roll, which changed my life for real, and he's surely my main reader –– maybe mostly 'cause he has some psychological disorders that command him to do certain things with a maniac approach, still I know that there's some lovely-inaffectivity sweetly mixed with some truly-diabetic-esteem too, therefore I appreciate his constancy, for real.
I could make justice to my love for him only making something genuinely stupid. 'Cause, you know, he was also the one who introduced me to The Ministry of Silly Walks –– which, for real, changed my life making me weirdly walk every time I can, wherever I am. Not a little thing either.

(That's all, McA, I hope that the Stupidity Level of the post was worthy the wait, since you fittingly noticed that, if I was postponing some more time, the concept itself of Satan+666 could get outdated…)

Post Number 665: just a recap

The tracks of my posts here are getting confusing compared to what I had planned. There are still many things I have to post. So I want to very quickly recap what's going on––really quickly, 'cause right now I'm in an Internet Point during my trip in Latin America: I left The Netherlands almost two weeks ago, I crossed France and Spain to visit some friends and then I started this adventure with my one-way ticket. In the meanwhile, I'm still working on various projects and my previous aims; I'll keep updating here, somehow. As usual, there's much going on.

 

However, the most important point is that this is my post n. 665: so you know you gotta expect something sweet for the next one, right?

These photographs I made when I was 11.

I finally got again some photographs from my late 90s and early 00s; among all those albums, I bumped into one of my first film rolls used with some "inspired" attitude; I thought I had a good mental overview of my old photographs and it is actually true enough, but my point of view on those photographs changed pretty much, as much as my perception changed.

I now vaguely remember me asking my little and gorgeous cousin Mary to wear that beautiful dress the day after, coming at our Grandma. I was very lucky, she was totally up to play with me and the compact camera my mom had. It was, I remember, also the way I was trying to keep playing with my younger cousin although I was growing and loosing interest in the holy holy holy games we had always done till a bit before.

I must admit, I'm in love with these pictures. I find them quit hilarious because of how weird and decadent somehow they are despite the age we had, I laugh thinking of our fun, but I also actually like them; Mary's delicate, romantic and perfect beauty always blows my mind.

Scanning cheap prints, I couldn't get accurate digital versions, but this randomly helped in making these portraits so strange. I only raised the black a bit. And… well, turned the last picture, with me and Mary together, in black and white. I had to!!!

Ok. Enjoy how a 11-years-old kid was playing with her cousin at the age of 7!

In case some are wondering: I was liking the old school Addams Family very much, but it wasn't an actual reference: I had no time to watch it. As you see, I was a kid busy with improving my surrealist approach to life.

Great X's Evil Twin

The legs of this lady are hard to be forgotten. However, her beautiful comic art and illustrations are a Great way to offer something else to your eyes.

(Little tribute to my beloved friend Q.)

LET IT HAPPEN, Magic Masha! ::: [PREPARATION FOR A VIDEO: BEG YOUR MUSE.]

These photographs were waiting in my hard disc. They are some experiments I had made out of a little session done for another purpose. They are extra-gifts of an afternoon.

I've just seen that the new single from Tame Impala came out––oh yeah, I'm a fan of them, I couldn't wait a single second to play it!

As I started to listen to it, closing my eyes, I've seen this my friend dancing, the unique, spontaneous, FREE, joyful, soft, a bit childish, so deep being so light, sweet, pure, original, playful, AUTHENTIC way she dances. So, it's much different from the moods you see here above, actually, but these photographs came in mind 'cause there is just her. Just her.

And as I had those visions, I felt like I HAD to make a video for this song, only with her dancing. Stop. I need to.

Now I'm begging her to do it. She's surely now sleeping and I'm looking for hearing her answer. It will be hard, I know, 'cause we manage to be too busy, already, fuck, all the time. But I hope we make it.

I'd need only one day.

Soon.

Please, Masha!

LET IT HAPPEN

Dreaming To Tell The Dreamer To Dream The Dream Because It's A Dream (I Put a Spell on You)

"Go to Stay" - Heidi and the 9 Feathers

So, how does sound to you

"alternative / experimental / freak / folk / new weird america / folk pop / psych folk"?

That's the tags jam for Go to Stay, now in streaming and download on bandcamp; it's the first album from Heidi and the 9 Feathers (fb, soundcloud), a project in which I had the pleasure to be involved by Heidi Harris, with whom I had already done several different and lovely collaborations in these last years, growing a sweet and sweeter understanding.

Here's my front cover for them!

In these months, sometimes on the top right of my monitor I was visualizing some messages from my Dropbox and then I knew that almost always that was some magic from my dear Feathers, sharing their work in progress in those folders where I also could have the joy to spy how their music was growing. They were rehearsing in New York and then putting there a lot. I love how I could somehow join their process from Europe. Often I was receiving whole traces full of their dialogues, random, technical, sometimes it was really fun! It was really a bit like being in their room. At a certain point I told Heidi how much I was liking that and, oh well, that was brilliant, haha, 'cause actually she had forgot that I was in the Dropbox too! Honestly, it made it even funnier and more special!

For the back cover we used an amazing portrait of Heidi made by the photographer Micheal Cooper.

 

The more the time passes by, the more I love collaborating with Heidi, appreciating her kindness and discovering how, probably, our artistic processes are very similar, in pace and needs.

I fantasize more than a bit about what more we may do together and I'd love very much to meet in person all the Feathers. And, well, ideas are always too many, here around, but perhaps this year will bring some little news… Anyway… Shhhh now! Listen to this little treasure!

♥

PS. Don’t touch the Teddy Ruxpin!!!
…That title is something, ah!!!

I want Sydrojé back. (But meanwhile we got 'em on streaming!)

That's back in 2009. This album, Duende. The music you can play here below in this post. Their birth is some year before, 2005. It's since then that I bring around on my servers their files, since I've been so lucky to even witness the origin of many of their songs, but it was a long time I was waiting for this day: their production online, better, on streaming, easier to catch for me and much, much easier to share. Now everyone can listen to them:

…finally, Sydrojé are on bandcamp!

(And already they were on facebook.)

That's how I started to make stuff to please the eyes while others were pleasing the ears, by the way; they are my longer collaboration and, technically, it never stopped. Lately they are not doing much as band, but they never closed the project. And, actually, as historical fan as well, I fuckin' wish they'll do something again.

However, there are other interesting reasons behind all this. After the high school, their front-man, Stefano Scrima, started to study and to live in other places and especially when he left for Spain he couldn't anymore work much inside a band. So he started his way as singer writer. That's a name you may remember also from some more recent post: he's LinFante (here on fb), who's now more active then ever and with whom I enjoy collaborating as well.

Ok, enough of this recap. I hope you can enjoy the music, you'll find more on their links. That's only one album. If I had a little more energies I was bothering you also talking about the title, but my eyelids beg some sweet darkness. So consider asking your browser, about that.

Enjoy Duende, this old good work coming back to rock your blood.

And see you soon with much fresher babies.

The Grand Tour by Victor Lorandi

Ladies and Gentlemen, it's my great pleasure to bring to you The Grand Tour, the first publishing from The Red Universe, by Victor Lorandi! Here's the ebook on Smashwords.

There's some actual risk of coming to you with physical copies, so, folks, keep a sharp eye on it, if you're appealed!
And, if you like it, pass this on!


Working at its cover has been a serious challenge and, I must admit, I'm very happy with this result.

This fall, back in Utrecht after a summer spent busking and backpacking in Italy for my project Felice, my colours and my lines went through an overwhelming revolution. I've been shocked by the physically largely different "phenomenons" happening around my hands. I had to follow them first and see what was happening. Only lately I'm learning how to balance the novelty with my previous style: when to use what, in terms of tools, styles, and method.

I consider this illustration an interesting finish line of this process.

Furthermore, it made me relate to the vast and historical sci-fi graphic tradition, which is quite far from my ways, either in subjects and styles. I'm looking forward to challenge my sign even more, really "drawing anything" but keeping my touch.

Victor has been über cool during all this process, as I could expect from our first very passionate conversation drinking some pubs and talking for hours about the creative process. He uses a (key) word that effectively helped me a lot in this so fascinating and so complicated understanding of our dynamics.

But I'm not telling this word.

I wish you'll check out by yourselves how he knows how to use words, indeed. 

(Words, and much more. I'd love to tell what I felt reading The Grand Tour, but, well, at least I put my best in telling it visually.)

Enjoy your ride into the Red.

Space Pirate ( Vendeta )

If you're around in Bolivia or Chile these months, watch out for this gallant foe traveling the world: that's not easy to spend much time with him, so make sure you are not wasting it being sad for his early departure, because you're already being very lucky * and because even the smaller life drops that you can take from a minuscule moment with him can inspire you for life. If you touch his freedom, you'll learn that you can only wish him to be free – and you'll learn you're free as well.

This post is my vengeance after he partly shaved his gorgeous curls (that you can see below).

He doesn't like many attentions of this kind on him, so I'm sure all this will work out as a terribly, infinitely, evil, horrible, unbearable, tremendous vendetta.

(I love that, bwhahahahaha!)

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Spider Eyes

La cosa più importante che vorrei dire insieme a questo disegno è:

TEA, SEI UNA FIGA!

Ciao.

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Integral version with über-sweet-lovely-note

"E così te ne stai al computer" | Castrobloghina

Here on the bottom, there is a drawing I had done about 2010. Sometimes I find these little orphans between my pictures. I offered it as present to Franco Sardo (here's his site Castrobloghina). He decided to use it along with a poetry. And I think that my drawing is happy with that.

 

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E così te ne stai al computer

E così te ne stai al computer
Per delle ore che scompaiono
Come il petrolio di una torcia accesa
In una caverna a guardare le ombre
Senza un amore preciso
Ma un vago sostanziale impeto perenne
Ed è il suo nome che ti morde le labbra
Come un oceano le sue rive

Intanto un fiume dentro ti scorre
Come i tubi di riscaldamento di casa
Disseta il più antico lago azzurro
Sepolto sotto i ghiacci dell'Antartide
Lì si agitano i batteri dell'inconscio
Proliferano le alghe unicellulari della memoria
Lì galleggia la sua immagine fiammeggiante 

Non più verso il Sole mano nella mano
Ma ognuno sopra il suo video mammuth
In un'eterna cavalcata evoluzionistica solitaria
Né i suoi occhi a sciogliere la teca da museo
Dell'esibizione di agghiacciante singolarità
Né la mia bocca si appoggia più delicata
A suonare il caldo disco della sua pelle

Tutto scorre e scintilla breve
Nel mio nido destoricizzante. 

In ascolto di cosa, 2010