...Well, too bad I started late on this cartoon so now it is published with the 'Prehistoric' topic in Illustration Friday.
Poor thing hardly is prehistoric but he is: 'Exotic', with exotic fruit!
I did not finish the drawing the way it is supposed to be so I will post an up-date soon!
This is a collage I won a lovely prize with in 2001 (Premio Gioielleria Simionato at Umorismo e Satira in Dolo, Italy) .
Only now I finally got round at finishing the foot-balls the way I wanted to so it has become a mixed-media cartoon :)
The big green bug was very unhappy, he was thrown out of the house in an old newspaper.
Nobody ever liked him and he thought he should change his way of life.
While he was crawling out of the newspaper he read in an add: bug needed for a lawyer's office.
He soon found out that the kind of bug intended was something quite different so he had to start over again; why not become a huge lady-bug? He knew lady-bugs were considered sweet little things and lucky-charms.
He asked a friend if she could paint him with black and red and as a finishing touch cover his shields with black dots.....
Zanza was a very special mosquito.
Her ideas were unlike those of her friends and besides that she was fond of diamonds.
In a dream an old mosquito had told her how to obtain some of those beautiful stones, huge ones of 40 carats!
She took care of companions in need, definitely did not drink blood anymore and never did anything indecent.
But was she really a good mosquito or did she live the life she lived simply because of greed?
When you are the only one who knows the solution to a problem and nobody wants to listen; it is better for you to
The little squirrel was smart and bright
and realized that they had always been mistaken about something very fundamental in their lives.
If what she thought was true, this would have disrupted the tree’s
society and that is why the group refused to agree with her. No criticism was accepted!
She was sent away but after a while something happened which confirmed that her idea was right after all...
Most of us tend to join the masses, say and
think what everybody says, which is a comfortable way of living because it gives a feeling of belonging.
Sometimes it is better not to, if you have a good idea and can improve your life, go for it! Eventually the others will follow in their own time and if they don't, you are better off by yourself...
They left their homes some years ago, So tired of all those rainy days And hid in a suitcase, ready to go In the airplane they were stowaways They thought it'd be better to travel light Luggage consisted of tooth-paste and brush
A torch for dark moments during the flight
Was almost forgotten because of their rush
This is the way the adventure started,
Worn out they arrived at their destination
Many long hours
after having departed
But soon it would feel just like vacation
How they loved to be in this spot
Their main chore was to have fun each day
Food was abundant, the sun was hot
Never again would they go away!
But once they sang of their home-town
of love and deep affection
Comments from others made them feel down That's when the place lost all it's attraction..
spider said: ‘Since you live here
It is us you should sing about in your song!’
His ugly face made them shake with fear
What in the
world had they done wrong ?
‘Forget the past if you have some sense!’
hissed a poisonous
scorpion with colored frock
like the spider, was immense
The look in
his eyes was hard as a rock
A huge cockroach with bright stripes on his chest
and shields which made him look 'dressed to
Said: 'Strangers who don't adapt I detest!'
All three down their spines could feel that chill!
They fled to the airport as fast as they could In this hostile place they could not remain!
The mouse is fed up of living at home with his numerous brothers and sisters. He is
a smart little fellow and cannot understand why no one has any kind of special
interest. All they want to do is sleep, eat, drink, fool around and then go to
sleep, every day again, being quite content with this way of life.
He, on the
contrary, would like to discover what is going on in the outside world and
decides to leave his family in order to find out.
adventure takes him to an office-building where strange things happen……
What the story is about: Sometime
ago, when I was still living in Mestre, Venice, I spent a few weeks with
my very close friend Martina who lives outside Rome.
we went to a lovely small riding school where she kept two horses, one old and quiet and another one young and very high strung, he was a half-bred with a terrible character.
trees grew all around the place and the landscape was gorgeous. The
riding-school was on very old ground and close to Ostia Antica, a Roman port
which was founded 650 years BC, in many ways more interesting than Pompei and a
beautiful place to visit.
daily to the local vegetable wholesaler to buy carrots and other goodies for
Martina’s two darlings.
One day we
went to the horse-fair in Verona where she bought an incredible amount of things
like: a double-faced woolen blanket, leg-covers, skin-oils, special candies
whenever she went to see No Wonder (the spoiled brat), he threw temper tantrums,
snorting, pulling the reins and kicking with his hind legs.
inspired me to the story of No Wonder, the above told from his point of view…
feeling too good for anything and desiring expensive things like a convertible
car, cashmere blankets etc. up to the point where he finally realizes risking to be sold
to the horse-butcher…. No wonder….
The little swallow cannot avoid the dark, dirty cloud, fortunately a boy finds her lying unconscious on the ground. He takes her on his bike to the countryside. The bike-basket is stuffed with the soft cotton which he took out of his own jacket, when he arrives in a nice spot he attaches the basket with the swallow in it to a large pine-tree. Quite a luxurious nest! Human beings are the cause of all the pollution on earth, but after all the swallow was rescued by a small human being....
The story of the pressure-cooker and the water-kettle is one inspired by "Fluitketeltje" (whistling kettle) from Annie M.G. Schmidt, the story is similar although not the same. The kettle makes too much noise, the pressure-cooker gets very angry and everything ends in a mess. Afterwards, the kettle is very sorry for having been such a pest...