lunedì 14 marzo 2016

First look at Red Rain

I finally started working on the pages of Red Rain. I still have to work out the lettering and i'm considering using a site different than my usual to host this webcomic. Second page took me a lot of time: i did some pretty stupid errors in the very first part of the coloring phase, but i'm quite sure that now it won't happen again. Funny enough, i haven't devised yet a cover for the comic... but it's in the to do list. Any suggestion for a good webcomic host site?

martedì 26 gennaio 2016


I'm working on quite a big project now. And for a big project you need good studies. So here are some of the studies i made these days regarding the fauna (triassic fauna!) and the very first complete sketch regarding the locations. Enjoy!

domenica 24 gennaio 2016

Because, you know, it's always the past...

One of my very first posts here was a rough scan of the rough pencils of a comic made over a dream. I never posted here the photo of the inked version, but i'm going to do it now. Mostly because, looking just at the photo, the sensations i felt in the dream, that i tried to put on paper, came back to me with quite some strenght.
From 2009: dream in blue

venerdì 22 gennaio 2016

Between Paper and Tape has finally returned!

Since the day my apple account expired i have wondered about what to do with the comic i published there: "between paper and tape". Now i have finally found an house for it!! Yay! And for the occasion i also put together this small poster ;)

"Pictures are not always entirely what you look at. Sometimes they are far more alive than you'd expect. And dangerous. Ask Spaceboy! He's a picturewalker tasked to retrieve a very important thing..."Go check it out HERE!

Also, if you want to read the first few pages, you can check them out on my tumblr HERE

mercoledì 20 gennaio 2016


Quite a while ago a friend of mine asked me to make some design for a character who was a star. This is one of them, i resumed it to try a few things with colors. Was fun :)

giovedì 14 maggio 2015

Encounter, a short story.

I waited, politely, for the last note to die off. All in all i couldn't say it had been a bad song. It had been...nice. A good job for an amateur. The question, then, stroke me with such force that my voice formulated it before my mind could do anything.

-Why do you keep playing? From what you said it's been this passion of yours that... well, drove you under this bridge. I mean, don't you hate it for that?

The old man scretched his filthy head.

-Passions by themselves don't do a shit. It's what you do with them that makes the difference. I couldn't choose to leave one behind for the other and so...

His voice studdered. he seemed to be struggling against something, as if the words wouldn't come out  the way he wanted them to.

-But... but. The thing is, even if i did choose, even if i... decided to give up playing to have more time to study... you need something to keep going. When... when you do all the shit you have to do in order to get there, to achieve your goals, when you struggle with all the stuff you really don't care a fuck about just because it comes with the package, you NEED to see what will be the prize of your efforts. Or you need some smaller achivement along the way. Something. Anything... Anything.

A tear rolled down his face. He had rised his voice durnig the last sentences of his monologue. For a moment i had thought he would start yelling. He did not. His words crashed against the stony cliffs of his memories. When his voice came back, it was low and fractured.

-At the end of the day, i rememeber... at the end of the day, after having had enought coffee and belly aching, the only thing that remained was the guitar. I would play... just because it was the only thing i could do that gave me the impression, the illusion, that i could get somewhere. The only thing that gave me the impression of taking steps towards my goals. Just for...that.

He was crying.

-And... - why i was asking that? The look on the man was devastating. Why i was doing this to him? -...and doing the "shit that comes with the package" didn't give you the impression of getting somewhere?


Another pause. He seemed to be thinking.Through the pain of the memories he was trying to find the reason of his own answer.

-When you play... when you play, even the smallest note done in the right way, after having got it wrong for thousand times, it makes you...happy. It tells you that, yeah, way to go, you got it kiddo, you can be Jimi Hendrix in a few years... Which is, obviously, wrong. It will take you decades of dedition to master only your craft. And maybe it won't be enought. That's why everyone tryes, at least for a bit, doing everything he loves. But at a certain point you need to choose. And, when you do, if on your path you don't find any small note played right that may give you happiness...

The men looked straight at me. His pale eyes wide open will hunt me forever

-When you don't, you're done.

giovedì 2 aprile 2015

Gypses Street Show

Little picture for Aube's art contest