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Sunday

Baby Nicolò




On October 22nd an autumn leaf has brought me my beautiful grandson Nicolò, 
brother of Stefano; he weighed 4.145 grams and measured 54 centimetres!

Metamorphosis - Illustration Friday


Wednesday

Experimenting with Procreate




The Colonel






A little speed-painting done on my I-Pad and no stylus - just a finger.
Ain't he cute?


Friday

Sizzle - Illustration Friday


Red - Illustration Friday


Wikke the Wicked Witch

......is not wicked at all......

Voice- Illustration Friday











Exotic - Illustration Friday


Exotic (I hope not toxic; neither prehistoric)





...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!

www.illustrationfriday.com

Sunday

Children at work



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 :)

Friday

So merry...



And a very happy New Year to everyone who watches my blog!

an oldie:



This is how rats celebrate Christmas...



Thursday

Tears


...FOR ALL THE SAD THINGS IN 2013....

Friday

CHECK MY WEBSITE




BABY-SHOP:
T-shirts, bodies, bibs etc. with cute prints 

Monday

ATTACHED TO LIFE



The  brown leaf is afraid the wind will divide her
From the old tree and blow her away
- She asks the spider -
- If he can provide her -
With some of his glue so she can stay

The wind is so strong for the glue she took
Still she tries hard to remain on that tree
- Like a fish on a hook -
- Squirms for the brook -
Her struggle is desperate as can be

A November-storm comes with gusts of rain
The leaf realizes she cannot resist it
- Soon she'll be slain -
- Her battle in vain -
The world will look like she never existed

On that same piece of branch which held our friend
You'll find something happened, a marvelous thing
- Nature has planned -
- A brand new event:
A bud waits to be a new leaf next spring!




ATTACCATA ALLA VITA

Sunday

HOORAY, HE'S HERE!!!!


BUGS



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.....


Monday

QUECKQUECK FOR STEFANO



Stefano's room with froggies to welcome him into life....



....FOR STEFANO....



3 LITTLE FROGGIES



Saturday

NO FUTURE




NO FUTURE

LEO ASKED THE SCORPION: "WHAT SIGN ARE YOU?"
"WELL", ANSWERED THE SCORPION, "I’LL GIVE YOU A CLUE

AND SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPENS TO THE NOSY KIND"
SHE JUMPED AND STUNG HIM IN THE BEHIND

LEO SOBBED SADLY: "OH, THIS IS SO CRAPPY!
A PALM READER TOLD ME I’D ALWAYS BE HAPPY!

MY OWN HAND BETRAYED ME, OF THAT I AM SURE
IT FORESAW A LONG LIFE AND LOVE SO PURE!"

ALL THE SAME, I ADMIRE YOU", POOR LEO CRIED:
"YOU LIVE IN THE PRESENT"  ..AND THEN HE DIED..




SENZA FUTURO

IL LEONE ALLA SCORPIONESSA CHIESE: "DI CHE SEGNO SEI?"
"PERCHÉ VUOI SAPERE DI CHE SEGNO SONO?" RISPOSE LEI

"SE INSISTI, TE LO POSSO CERTAMENTE FAR VEDERE!"
DOPO DI CHE PASSÓ ALL’AZIONE E LO PUNSE NEL SEDERE

IL LEONE PIANSE: "ANCHE L'OROSCOPO MI HA TRADITO
- AVRAI LUNGA VITA CON AMORE  E SALUTE- C’ERA SCRITTO!"

"IERI DALLA CHIROMANTE ERO PROPRIO SICURO,
CHE POTEVO ASPETTARMI TANTA FORTUNA IN FUTURO!"

CON LACRIME AGLI OCCHI DISSE: "SAI CHE TI AMMIRO –
NON CREDI IN QUESTE FROTTOLE"..... E TIRÓ L’ULTIMO RESPIRO….

Tuesday

ZANZA





What the story is about:

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?


Sunday

SQUIRRELS...



What the story is about:

When you are the only one who knows the solution to a problem and nobody wants to listen; it is better for you to leave.
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...



Thursday

THREE EMIGRANTS





Far, far away, in a tropical country
Where life offers all one can ask for:
Palm-trees, beautiful flowers, sun, sea;
Here, three little crickets lived on the shore

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
With words of love and deep affection
 Comments from others made them feel down
That's when the place lost all it's attraction..

A big 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
He too, 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 kill'
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!
All native inhabitants had been so rude..
Once back home they'd never leave again!









Saturday

THE LITTLE MOUSE




What the story is about:

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.
His adventure takes him to an office-building where strange things happen……



Monday

NO WONDER...






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.
Every day 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.
Eucalyptus 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.
We drove 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 etc.
But whenever she went to see No Wonder (the spoiled brat), he threw temper tantrums, snorting, pulling the reins and kicking with his hind legs.
This 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….




Wednesday

THE SMOG





What the story is about:

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....





HIGH PRESSURE/THE SNOB




What the story is about:

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...





The Snob