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.

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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…)

LO SPAZIO FUORI DI SÉ

Little tribute to the place wished so long to express itself beyond its wall

Una Specie di Spazio

(o come, ha detto qualcuno che ama i giochi di parole psichedelici,

"una spezia di spaccio")

Una Specie di Spazio now closed its physical base and hopefully transmigrate in a new form, out of itself

     as out of itself is the art

            when it's so out of itself 'cause just getting mad;

           and when it reaches its best, going through and further the concept of one.

L'arte fuori di sè (literally "The Art Out Of Itself") is a book by Andrea Balzola and Paolo Rosa which brought me a serious series of stimulations about the current artistic situation, its trouble, its needs and the future we would pursuit. Most of the times I agree with it and I thought I have been lucky to experience and follow Una Specie di Spazio, which played a very important role in my (and not only mine, for sure) artistic formation – as visitor or as artisti, 'till you won't mind anymore about who's who.

Those cute things above, by the way, are its logo, which has been reinterpreted many times in many cool ways, from who run it and by different artists as well.

Buon viaggio, Una Specie di Spazio!

RELOGICON

About Humans, Rights and Days.

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...

Glittering Bacon

Se c'è una cosa che mi fa staccare, sono le nottate nel rifugio di Madama Kodama, con lei e Dcf.

Fuori la nebbia e il gelo, dentro tanto caldino, dell'improbabile trucco brillantinoso e una macchina fotografica...

 Questa prima scaglionata è mia.

L'extreme headbanging baconiano, invece, è opera di Dcf.

... Un'altra cosa che mi fa staccare, è mettermi a postprodurre.
Obbedisci comunque al richiamo creativo, modelli secondo il tuo gusto, ma grazie al cielo sei in pausa da quei momenti in cui le idee vengono fuori a sangue.
Sei in farmacia, non sei al Pronto Soccorso.
Diomerda, ma perché mi vengono paragoni del genere?

Torno in sala operatoria, ciao.

SBARBI, ACCORRETE!

La .gif cretina con me e Chockie (il mocio a quattrozampe che ho raccattato quattro anni fa in mezzo a una tangenziale di notte) serviva solo per attirarvi qui.

In realtà vi scrivo solo per ricordarvi ciò:

Venite al Palazzo Trecchi, alle 18:

suona LinFante!

Cappello vintage strafiQo powered by Greta!

Giubbo di pelle tamarrissimo et rockissimo powered by McA da bagolo*!
Scarponcini marroni (che qui non si vedono :P ) caldissimi powered by Sonica!
Fuseaux Danza directly from 80's powered by Mom!

… Ghigno sadico et zanardesco 100% Maleta!

* Bagolo = bambino/ragazzino in cremonese.

Uno dei pochi termini cremonesi che non posso abbandonare.