Hello Hello! It's incredible. Outside the weather is sunny, sky is blue (it's November!!! It should be grey and foggy here!!!!) and I finished ten minutes ago to read the first number of Garth Ennis and steve Dillon's " Preacher"...Soon I move out for a walk. I don't know, this volume has more than ten years but it's absolutely one of my favourites tales. It's like Lobo, it relax my brain and burn the bad thoughts. Recently I took back from the graveyard also a genuine volume of Mezzo and Pirus, Armed and Dangerous. There is so much inside these books... Some months ago, it was May, I went inside a comics store in Vienna, next by a big street in the central area. It was a treasure of whatever could make shine my eyes, but I had very few minutes. Franco, a friend, and Henna were waiting me outside with the car on the railway street and The Choice was urgent... "Hurry up and bring yourself here immediately" they just said in chorus. In some hours I knew we had to separate; she was flyin to Finland, I was taking a train for Italy and one month had to run before seeing us again. In that period before we left I believed she was looking me really strange when I was speaking about comics. Better, d'you know this feeling when Her eyes turns like guns and shoot all the miserable words you say? Ya, exactly. Now I also understand that at that time I was so unsecure about what I wanted to do that one day I was speaking about being tempted to do a school and the other one to run a graphic design agency, so I completely understand her point of view and her disappointment. But, but but but but... I wanted absolutely to give her something that really could make me understand if it was a savage allergy to all the comics world or if , with the right choice, I could leave to her something special that could at least begin a process of understandment.
What taking as present for making her see something completely out from the idea of "comics" she had? I took the volume of -Watchman-.Alan Moore. Jesus, if this doesn't work, I'm ready to pay my debts and become a monk, I said. For me it was a real discover when I bought it, even if I was allready a comics enthousiastic reader. But for me? What could I take for me for the loOoOooOong travel? The choice fell on Forty Niners, written by the same Alan Moore of Henna's Watchman and designed by Gene Ha. But I wanted something more. It was in that moment I took 100 Batman made by Paul Pope, and that, well, made me realize how much wonderfull is to experience some creative mind working together in the narration of a story. Thanks to Paul Pope on the train I didn't felt alone, it was a bizarre sensation, Henna was far, but I could feel like in a forest, under the tent with a little lamp. Somehow I really desired to go on drawing, thanks to a volume of Batman...Scary hun? On Monday I will move to Milan and fly to Henna in Finland. It's like my real birthday of the year... Ciao Bubu!!! :P
About the image...Ya, ya... I know, You want something new, but this is one of the illustrations made for -O.U.T.!- Somehow I want to make you understand how much I dedicated my attention to that project. Keep in touch!
