Passeggiata in montagna . dal racconto breve di k. Versione definitiva . scratchboard e postproduzione per la stampa con tavoletta grafica
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Passeggiata in montagna . dal racconto breve di k. Versione definitiva . scratchboard e postproduzione per la stampa con tavoletta grafica
a monsterfying mastodon blues portrait of my friend Bob Cillo, exceptional punk blues guitarist.
Illustration about/for " little fable ", a short story written by Franz Kafka . Scratchboard , ink .
scalpels on scratchboard , illustration for Kafka’s “ der Kreisel “ ( the spinning top )
copertina mia per il nuovo album dei Dirty Trainload. Compratelo, rubatelo, fatevelo prestare perchè è musica bella e bellissima. https://dirtytrainload.bandcamp.com/album/revolution-and
from Kafka's “Jackals and Arabs “ . scalpel indian ink and chalk dust on scracthboard .
da KAfka, “ sciacalli ed arabi “, bistudi, inchiostro e pastello su scratchboard.
illustrazione per Franz Kafka “ voglia di essere un pellerossa “ . Bisturi su scratchboard.
Odradek.... Illustrazione per " la preoccupazione di un padre di famiglia " . scrachboard,bisturi, pilot e gessetti.
Illustration for Franz Kafka’s Vulture:
A vulture was hacking at my feet. It had already torn my boots and stockings to shreds, now it was hacking at the feet themselves. Again and again it struck at them, then circled several times restlessly round me, then returned to continue its work. A gentleman passed by, looked on for a while, then asked me why I suffered the vulture.
"I'm helpless," I said. "When it came and began to attack me, I of course tried to drive it away, even to strangle it, but these animals are very strong, it was about to spring at my face, but I preferred to sacrifice my feet. Now they are almost torn to bits."
"Fancy letting yourself be tortured like this!" said the gentleman. "One shot and that's the end of the vulture."
"Really ?" I said. "And would you do that?"
"With pleasure," said the gentleman, "I've only got to go home and get my gun. Could you wait another half hour?"
"I'm not sure about that," said I, and stood for a moment rigid with pain. Then I said: "Do try it in any case, please."
"Very well," said the gentleman, "I'll be as quick as I can."
During this conversation the vulture had been calmly listening, letting its eye rove between me and the gentleman. Now I realized that it had understood everything; it took wing, leaned far back to gain impetus, and then, like a javelin thrower, thrust its beak through my mouth, deep into me. Falling back, I was relieved to feel him drowning irretrievably in my blood, which was filling every depth, flooding every shore.
prova colore .... progetto segreto in fieri !
color proof ..... in fieri secret project !
Luis-Ferdinand Cèline , scalpel on scratchboard .
Franz Kafka, portrait, scalpel on scratchboard
Illustrazione per www.vitaconlloyd.com , testo di Simone Tempia
gasometro
“ Lei era giovane e vecchia, il sole e la pioggia tropicale e segreta come una giungla remota ma più fredda e silente di una taiga del nord. Lei era dura e materna ma senza dolcezze né affettazioni. Soprattutto non tollerava moìne, né smancerie né frivolezze né piagnistei. L’amore non era un diritto ma un privilegio e la vita, quella, una battaglia.” Dario Pignone