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?

-No.

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

Enjoy!

domenica 8 febbraio 2015

After a long long while...

Today i was almost forced to notice how i really don't have any updated internet space for my works.

Usually i post my stuff on fb, sometimes on twitter, rarely on tumblr and so on and so forth. I've been using this blog as a place to keep track of my works and i think it could still be the main hub for my projects. Therefore i've added a link to my most recent online gallery on behance, which i usually refer to when showing examples of my works. New type of banner too (just for the gallery).
I have to say that i'm actually working on something, yet i'm not really sure it would be a good idea to link it here and now. I'll probably do it later.

Cheers!

domenica 24 agosto 2014

Between paper and tape

Hullo to anyone who still knows about this blog.
Stuff has happened, and will continue to happen, such is life, you know?

Anyway...
Out of curiosity i've checked how many copies of "between paper and tape" i've sold since i've made it avaible on lulu and the answer is 0, so i think it's unuseful to have it still there: it's just another account i've to remember about. Maybe it will fare better as webcomic, even though i've got a bit of remorse, since there has been one (or two) person(s) who bought it, when it came out for iphone and ipad, back in the... uhm, i don't remember. Well, anyway, for now i've taken it out so... i'll grey out the banner as soon as i've got the time to work on it.

Bye

venerdì 7 febbraio 2014

I haven't been writing here for quite a while now...
I found more useful to have an online portfolio instead of a blog as a way to keep track of my works. That's beacause i haven't been doing webcomics for a while now.
However i found a link to an old project of mine which was...nice. I'm reporting the link here, maybe someday later i'll do a link button like the ones for my webcomics too.

http://wakingthefish.carbonmade.com/projects/3166639

That's pretty much all.
See you space cowboys! (cit.)

sabato 15 dicembre 2012

Playing the strange guitar

Done to try out a friend's custom brushes

sabato 8 dicembre 2012