More December Sketches

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…

And then a portrait made during a video call with my dear friend John, Gianvito, or however you want to call him. I'm very glad of this one. He said "Eta, by now you see everything in your way, did you realize that?"
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!"

Even more than usual deeply antifascistly yours,

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.]

The hand always goes in the backpack

These days are really full, somehow I'm keeping creating without a stop, even if still in a too confused way, many projects are starting and I'm trying to let collaborate my fuckin' inspiration with a kind of method. Despite that, meanwhile, I enjoyed some nights here in Utrecht. And even when I say to myself to just living the surrounding, every time my hand goes to pick up my sketchbook, or my camera.

This first sketch is from a presentation at ACU, the 11th of March. It's a very good project that I'd like to let you check out: Drawing Freedom shows drawings made by the refugee children of Syria and the reaction made by some Dutch artist. In my sketch you can see (or, well, just imagine) the children drawings on the right wall. On the left wall there are the photographs made by these two guys, the journalists that were there. In the photographs, I tried to sketch the women that they met, that are trying to fight, even if it is not allowed to them by the Muslim rules. As you can understand, this hot topic could bring several comments. Well, I appreciated really a lot that the journalists just put their energy to communicate what they saw, without too many opinions about – and with a lot of honesty.

Follow the project, folks, because it should grow and you could have new exhibition and appointment around in Nederland.

These second images are from some nights ago at Cafe Averechts, the hidden special cafe in Utrecht where many musicians and couch surfer often go, creating a very special and warm atmosphere. You can easily find an open podium, there.

(Sorry for the soul theft, man, but I'm sure you have at least a half-dozen bonus souls somewhere…)

I didn't finished this sketch, I started during their last song, so I made it in about three minutes… By the way, hey, everybody wanna know how much time I need to draw a certain stuff (many guys asked for it that night): that's a good reason to write now that the 23th of March I'll be at EKKO, they invited me to draw live all the night long. Come over and see what I'm gonna plan for it!

Sandra

Rock'n'roll!

tripmaitrop-etanonstop

Sketched report of a Flying Carpet

Monique Veenswijk

A couple of months ago I've published here my illustrated poster for the last Flying Carpet of  this season, with Via Maria as hosted main band. That night my carnet was with me at ACU, obviously, and I've seen a remarkable amount of musicians on the stage: a nice challenge to test my fast and leave a souvenir of the concert and of the jam session.

… Well, finally here almost all the souvenirs!

Via Maria

Via Maria

Via Maria

Via Maria

Anne and a musician

Monique Veenswijk

(Ryan on the right)

Michele (anche se il soggetto rinnega)

Sigfried

Monique Veenswijk

Felipe

… and Masha.

See you at the new season of Flying Carpet, folks!


P.S. I've forgot another sketch (with digital color add in PS), drawed during another Flying Carpet (April 3). On the stage a gorgeous band: Hexxekette.

Hexxekette

"April Sky"

Ciao mondo, ti avevo scritto molte parole raccontanti qualche settimana fa, ma poi venne il sonno e poi ho dovuto fare tante tante tante cose e finisce che ripenso a quelle parole alle 03:17 di notte, sempre troppo tardi per ricominciare riprendere risistemare.

Quindi per ora appiccico alcuni degli schizzi scivolati dalle unghie durante il mio aprile.

Ma tra un po' dovrei tornare più frequente: ho di nuovo un fedele scanner vicino a me!

Bijster

Felipe

Danijel

Felipe

Jarno

Felipe

(No, non sono una dog sitter, era una prova di vola - sì, è fuori fuoco, sì, non solo questa, sì, sto diventando cieca, cioè no volevo dire no, non lo so cosa cazzo mi prende!)

Uno spicchio di luna nell'occhio

Rik and Sief live at Flying Carpet

Abel and Sief live at Flying Carpet

Abel

Ousmane

Roel live at Flying Carpet

Roel

Jessie (or almost...)

Jessie, again

Loez

The Drummer

Ora sfumo sotto le coperte e affondo nel materasso.

Buonanotte mondo.
Sei così bello...
Un altro giorno ti racconto.
Con calma.
Tanto vivrò più di cent'anni anche io.
Non morirò più affogando col caffè (ormai ci so fare).
Sarò vecchia in una stanza tutta bianca, tutta colorata, i miei capelli arriveranno fino in fondo al corridoio.
Morirò per un bacio sulle punte dei capelli in fondo al corridoio.
Le punte dei capelli si intimidiranno e faranno marcia indietro fino alla cute lungo tutto il corridoio la stanza il mio letto, tornerò feto e morirò all'indietro, diventando un ricordo.
Ma non c'è alcuna fretta.
Non c'è più fretta.
Anche il sole, qui, non ha fretta.