Playing with colour for new artworks, random sketching, random writing out of my mind and memories… Or not so random perhaps… |
Here some other sketches from my current carnet, they all from December.
The first three are from a very cool musical gig at ACU, on the 12th. The definition from the website of the artist, from Poland, does fit:
Bajzel [meaning: mess] is the purest definition of "one man show" and "one man band". He is a band. He is a musical chameleon tap dancing on pedals, live-looping guitar, bass and beats into virtuosic alternative art-rock exhilaration.
The followings are stolen from a very warm and free party in Den Haag (The Hague) at my sweet friend Dorotea's new place.
Dorotea taking a picture |
Dorotea, Johannes, Marilù, Stefano (who incredibly resembles a schoolmate I had in my art academy and who now lives in Australia (oh ciao Peter!)) |
Dimitris |
On my way to portrait Dorotea, for some reasons something very challenging to me: I gotta do it with colours, she's too shining to add a black unreal outline to her skin… |
Random, from my fantasy |
Lovely Lynn |
Random strip coming back home on the train… |
And again… |
He's usually very right about me. :)
There is also a digital variation of the colours…
Enough for now.
Much to do, here – I want to keep updated my post by showing some glimpses of what's going on around my nails, but not much time to tell and write. Soon I'll scan also my sketches from the Cremonapalloza Rock Fest, the X edition!
Little Eta's musical gift if you made it till the end of the post: check out this band, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, related to Jefferson Airplane.
Stay positive, folks. Even this January. Especially this January.
"You must do beautiful dreams, Grandma!" |
Eta
#EmilioResisti!
[E se siete in Italia e per caso leggete il mio post, considerate di unirvi al corteo nazionale, sabato! O di crearne uno nella vostra città, ci sono vari presidi contemporanei già in altri luoghi. Mai come ora vorrei essere in Italia. Mando tonnellate di sostegno virtuale. Trasformiamo le lacrime in nuova energia.]
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