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"...Say friend, ya got any more a that good sarsaparilla?..."




Hi all, these are some images I did with "Brushes", a very cool app for IPhone and IPod, check out the website here.
As you'll notice, when I'm doodling around girls and tables are the most frequent subjects. No particular reason for this.. maybe cause I'm sitting at a table most of my day? Ok, I'll dedicate this one to whoever sits at a table for more than 5 hours a day. Anyone?






*<pron. gay zbotchow> in english means either "what a blossom", "what a bloom", or "i'm blossoming/blooming in it", overall it's almost senseless, but a typical venetian intercalary form.
This one completes the set of the three views of the Mighty Palladian Lounge. As you'll notice, the North Entrance, even if reachable by foot, is preceded by a huge stairway, actually in misuse, since no one that's going to lounge is generally in the pink, to climb that high, even if occasionaly happens. By comparing the three views you'll appreciate that the building itself is actually never the same, in fact it changes shape continuously, but no one ever noticed it because the overall proportions are constant, even if the "Living Palace" myth has been orally traded by the tribes in the countryside since dozens of generations. It's about 11.00 pm.
There i am, and here's to you, guys. Right after my morning coffee going to have a great day loungin' at the Lounge, in my Gustav-Klimt-heyday-suit. The sun is rising on the right of the building, which sets the previous post around 2.00 pm, and in this one it's about 7.00am, summertime. This entrance fronts South, oddly enough, and although there are entrances on the four sides of the building, the western one is apparently covered up with a growing wood of plants and trees. Be good.
How i wish i had a place like this one, just to lounge around. Obviously easily reachable with a little boat from the place where i'd live, that could be a couple of hundred yards far, or something. Sunny, 365 days a year. Warm nights, so that i could dress up like Gustav Klimt in the heydays without petr-o-fiyn' my bones for the Viennese freezing cold.. These are my unachievable and commonplace thoughts for the day, have a merry one.
Ha! just adding some sensation to this sketch, declined following Master Arnaud graphic receipts, music: Chopin- Nocturne for Piano in C Sharp minor. Have a nice day, everyone.

this one's for my friend Claudio "Zorro" Acciari. If you want to take a look on how i did it, go follow this link. Ronnie del Carmen in his journal quotes both Claudio and oekaki's definition in wikipedia, just in case you were interested to know something more about it. Anyway, Claudio introduced me to this powerful web tool which features options like Ctrl(Apple)+z and Alt to pick colours beneath, just like in Photoshop.

Two girls from my portfolio, personal, pencil and digital(Photoshopped). Many of you, guys, should know them, it's just because i'm getting addicted to this blobulent soup stuff..But maybe someone doesn't..So here they are, all for you, let me tell you this: i'm proud to introduce you Lina & Dina! G'day, ladies and gentlemen!

"Oh noster Pader che sta indue ghe piâs,
"Oh, show me the way to the next little girl/Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why/Show me the way to the next little girl/Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why/For if we don't find the next little girl/I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die/I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die"(Kurt Weill, about 1930)
That's it, I simply couldn't stand it anymore. I had to post it, further modifications wouldn't improve it, I guess. So that's it, I'll leave it as it is, I thought, only some Miracle Cream could save the day, so stop it and post it, smart ass. By now to me it's ok, what do you think about it?