I adore when I immerse myself forward into my childhood to warm up my little hands and then I make very unexpected things, CIAO VICTOR CIAO PAOLA ho cinque anni, anzi 3!

Once again, approaching a new work, especially if it is a commission, first my hands decide by themselves to do something totally different, like that first they have to get rid of any previous spot and make sure they are clean and ready to immerse into a new world. At the same time, somehow this way they listen better to what's going on here into my inner seascape, to potentially pick it up as style, technique or mood for the coming work.

This time the new work I'm going to do the front cover for the novel The Grand Tour by Victor Lorandi Iturrieta. This story is part of The Red Universe (“not only one book, but a series of stories told within one existence without barriers” – here also on fb).

The automatic spontaneous and pretty uncontrollable stream of drawings I made to warm up my hands happened on the new sketchbook I just bought. I must say that I'm very happy with these pictures and I love how they show, I believe, how healthy I feel. The way I draw is so much my gauge!

Now I just terribly wish that the way my ritual looked sane and unstoppable will be as happy as the actual working session for Victor and that this preparation will somehow turn useful to my illustration for him. But I know it will (and knowing it, finally knowing how my creative process works, is an extremely huge satisfaction and joy).

See you soon with much more: the cover for Victor and a bunch of other things exploding in my hard disk and in my room!

Cheerio

Etita

PS. The way I matched the colours here comes from what my body learnt in Iceland the past year. What impressed me the most has definitely been the new way I could see the colours there: the strength of some pastel colous and the elegance they can have next to some acid shades. The greens and the light yellows and the way pink is not a gender symbol but perhaps a psychedelic liquid echo. Oh yes. And how beautiful to find myself buys again with wax pastels?! That's a news of this fall, it was ages I wasn't using them this way. Like seven years ago, during my dinosaur obsession making flyers for Sydrojé (scroll till the bottom here to see)! How fun.

PPS. AAAAND… Happy Birthday, Victor! ;)

The Braid Insect

so, yeah, I powerfully feel you, my friend,
you make the braid at the end of my hair while I work and I go on fearless
(and, saying that, I picture you like in the video for heidi *  :) )

((((((((     Do you see that cadmium? I can't believe what I've done.

I know I got a massive influence from the exchange with the Fox, who I even dreamt as cadmium, but now that I finally let flow the yellow on my sheet, some enormous and awesome old names lick my brain, telling me the cadmium was just waiting for this awakening. And these names are: Max Ernst, Marc Chagall, Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dalí i Domènech and Joseph Mallord William Turner.

On one hand I'm sad because I basically never used the yellow before in my life (except for this yellowish once, again being surprised of using it, indeed (the post is in Italian, but I had written about that surprise)),

on the other hand I drool because I'm now expecting great tasty nights in company of this my new favourite friend which I'm dating for the first time - I feel like Maude with this unbelievable chance to seduce her new very young and inappropriate lover… because the yellow is inappropriate, isn't it? It's so brave! Ah!     ))))))))

((((((((     New hot stuff with some brave yellow and the other new pastels are coming soon.

Untill I'll have eyes to contemplate, I will never get bored.     ))))))))

Tributes to The Rhythm

I started this illustration the 21th of September 2012, to say Welcome to the Autumn, as tribute of the Flying Fishes for the Fox (thank you for your wise patience), the Jackalope, the Unicorn of the Blue Star (we're waiting for you, girl).

Totems Tributing The Circannual Rhythm

When I was still sketching, the day was running out and I followed my call from the little forest here around the town where I cycle, Utrecht. That time I didn't found the forest and the day after my mission became to let fly a lantern: that's how this drawing started to wait on my table. I deduced that the Earth Rhythm that I was trying to celebrate was still far from my own rhythm (if I have one). But the End of a Year is much stronger and now I'm driving a shining horse that is finally letting me dance between my visions; finishing this Tribute and happily going between many works. Some of these new images are already part of this post – this appointment with the Thought – and something else has to wait a bit on my desk (but not too much, I wish).

So the next ring of the chain that I'd like to donate you is the short pilgrimage that I made with my dear friend John, going in Copenaghen to visit the Unicorn of the Blue Star and the Jackalope. It happened in November, still in Autumn.

I took these photographs in a special place that you can find in the Danish capital: the free town of Christiania.

The third and last ring is the homage to JulJackalope's and it's a fruit of tonight.

 

J u l i a  D r e a m

(Ah, Giulia, se ti tagli i capelli ti strappo la faccia, sappilo).
(Sì, li puoi spuntare. Solo spuntare, eh.)

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The Blue Star, the Jackalope and John going in Christiania