tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90115297063894602232024-03-13T16:37:00.073+01:00Flavio ZappitelliFlavio Zappitellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03602486385622958054noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011529706389460223.post-15532028618771528192009-04-22T19:16:00.005+02:002009-04-22T19:36:27.611+02:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc85sP2b2XMgvugpTBW0yXdG5KlH-EWYulX-KRNMs2M0shaloXy0N9R1Kcxo1FN7TigAvbnuttNijdP0GhWbQKAVz7f3xK2B_3POfggVz4zPXFwpNxSICZWjUVIJTYFjt-2d9IrKIuppM/s1600-h/locandina-flavio.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327565868644803170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc85sP2b2XMgvugpTBW0yXdG5KlH-EWYulX-KRNMs2M0shaloXy0N9R1Kcxo1FN7TigAvbnuttNijdP0GhWbQKAVz7f3xK2B_3POfggVz4zPXFwpNxSICZWjUVIJTYFjt-2d9IrKIuppM/s320/locandina-flavio.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"> Locandina della mia prima mostra d'illustrazione e pittura. (17-24 aprile 2009, Milano)</span></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">…In Cammino…<br />di Flavio Zappitelli<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">Ci sono dei momenti in cui la mente acquista velocità e, inspiegabilmente, smette di dedicarsi ai calcoli e, soprattutto, smette di formulare ipotesi. E’ il momento in cui ci si apre alla visione. La visione confina con l’innamoramento e, come questo, ha breve durata altrimenti il nostro corpo sarebbe sottoposto ad un carico eccessivo di stimolazioni endocrine, perdendo il suo prezioso equilibrio. Antiche culture già erano a conoscenza di questi temi. Ma quando accade la visione? E’ possibile riprodurla a piacimento?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Ogni luogo ed ogni tempo possono favorire in noi uno stato di forte ricettività. In quei momenti scopriamo quanto abbiamo in comune con chi ci è accanto e quanto abbiamo in comune con epoche lontane (epoche passate ed epoche di là da venire).<br /><br />I disegni riportati in queste illustrazioni si alimentano non di fantascienza, non di tematiche contemporanee, ma di ruoli e principii che, nei millenni, si ripetono come in una partitura musicale. Penso a temi quali l’attesa, la lotta, il cammino, la creazione. Da questo vedere, che può anche essere un bel-vedere, nasce l’urgenza di comunicare ciò che si è accolto nel proprio intimo. E’ pur che nulla viene mai dimenticato veramente, tuttavia il timore della dimenticanza e, più in generale, l’oblìo mi stimola a prendere nota ogni volta di ciò che vedo e sento. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">L’andamento lavorativo che ha dato forma a questi lavori è simile a quello del monaco amanuense. Ogni giorno mi siedo, ed inizio una nuova opera che poi, di lì a poco, concludo. Il tempo a disposizione non è immenso, ma sufficiente. Come opposto ideale al monaco amanuense vedrei un artista che riversa la sua creatività sotto forma di rabbioso getto di vernici su muri e tele. Ma, ho avuto modo di appurare, non è il mio modus operandi. L’amanuense riporta quotidianamente, come gli aghi di un sismografo, le piccole e grandi scosse del terreno in cui vive, quelle piccole e grandi scosse che danno vita ad opere terrifiche e meravigliose quali l’erigersi di catene montuose e l’inabissarsi di territori un tempo abitati.<br />Buona visione</span><br /></span><br />Flavio Zappitelli Milano 22/04/2009</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">...seguono le opere esposte...</span></p>Flavio Zappitellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03602486385622958054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011529706389460223.post-50965319060009515802009-02-11T15:24:00.051+01:002009-04-22T19:36:46.518+02:00Opere della mostra "...IN CAMMINO..." - Works from the exhibition "...IN CAMMINO..."<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-SdWUbbVFFu0UIVcF2zk9U1luogb6hJdPl7_RREYMxfz4mMYO9yKymvSR86yBWqxy8UZTz99wucHWrrE5mdqHSdjuPoaE-ODyhSoX_qnJHl9iP5vzLRaVcYHj3BzTPDR3vNrHwOz7NU/s1600-h/creazione.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327117196167456850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-SdWUbbVFFu0UIVcF2zk9U1luogb6hJdPl7_RREYMxfz4mMYO9yKymvSR86yBWqxy8UZTz99wucHWrrE5mdqHSdjuPoaE-ODyhSoX_qnJHl9iP5vzLRaVcYHj3BzTPDR3vNrHwOz7NU/s320/creazione.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-family:verdana;" ><strong> - CREAZIONE (2009) - </strong><br />C’è qui un’esplosione lenta, anzi, lentissima. Prendono forma luci, ombre, filamenti di materia incandescente e blocchi di roccia pulsante. La Creazione inizia, così, ad articolarsi e a spiegarsi in mille modi.</span><br /></span><br /><div style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-H4sJUEi5_o7npbVQo6q-R67AmSdwnfNZYi3br8P9mIjWJTvcJKLGrV-julcjDc8cNxZ0-v4aYDbsL1e2JzSVMyRUQCEHi7LIfsG15ca2fd4HM3ZYF8EqiuLTmYyI4SfMGPYvo_SU0gw/s1600-h/city_in_the_dust.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326003879122356562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-H4sJUEi5_o7npbVQo6q-R67AmSdwnfNZYi3br8P9mIjWJTvcJKLGrV-julcjDc8cNxZ0-v4aYDbsL1e2JzSVMyRUQCEHi7LIfsG15ca2fd4HM3ZYF8EqiuLTmYyI4SfMGPYvo_SU0gw/s320/city_in_the_dust.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><strong>- LA CITTA’ NELLA POLVERE (2009) - </strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)">Due persone discutono nel bel mezzo del deserto. La città sullo sfondo è il manufatto di un’antica civiltà. L’atmosfera è quella di una quiete temporanea.</span></span></span><br /></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327176058176337778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUFoIomU0-0hM4HdTXoYJ-1ThwRywh2npD6XypMAQDXs11icsieDYJvDs-HkYla7kf1ooh8EuxBAF3Z2rlTCnjOTQediZo8nlUVY4MjE2i7mG5mWeh5Azjuep2NnFksNOuDHRV3SDydPU/s320/incammino2.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)">- IN CAMMINO 2 (2009) -</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)">Un paesaggio di campagna ed un paesino raccolto dietro cespugli. L’idea, in questo caso, è suggerire una comunione profonda tra ciò che è statico (l’insieme delle case) e ciò che è dinamico (l’insieme delle persone). </span></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><p><br /></span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327568942592279042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdWSPZVv30YDeaLE-Mp-rHexZeg4mMro3PBXjuWNsCar4uw5U9bo0NUEilKB1CmOaIqpm5G03NptK7dLjlGYcEc8R5MnQycbJKvHUom1UOppvdc7G0oQWsNVaobbCExdXDjq32Sm0w0M/s400/fuochi.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">- FUOCHI (2009) -</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">In occasione della Festa di S.Agata a Catania, uomini e donne portano fuochi in spalla, in segno di devozione.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBY2l-rDyjdO8Sb77YmL7wil7A_nPNtka5K1CQ2Xs7mrXWRCvnB9oAOUrsF_J1_i-XobFE1iJxiwG6-1ldgc9-3rt5Af7aiGRvlUDGXPtngaqYhSrOFpVfSWQmDp80jBuo_87UtoihixM/s1600-h/appeso.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326002121360586050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBY2l-rDyjdO8Sb77YmL7wil7A_nPNtka5K1CQ2Xs7mrXWRCvnB9oAOUrsF_J1_i-XobFE1iJxiwG6-1ldgc9-3rt5Af7aiGRvlUDGXPtngaqYhSrOFpVfSWQmDp80jBuo_87UtoihixM/s320/appeso.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-size:130%;" ><strong>- L’APPESO (2009) - </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)">Liberamente tratto dalla famosa carta dei tarocchi con cui nessuno vorrebbe avere a che fare. In questo caso un uomo ed il proprio figlio sono bloccati, per un po’, in acque marine. Si tratta di un’attesa paziente, quasi gioiosa.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><br /></span><br /><br /></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZVIQQrAK1wlO5NnMyiTgT71GlRWMqylW5FAmSGKRB6t9rOGr4Rxgln8fnyH4DSsOaq6PUw-sMsrabzW6q3P3BIp6k87QdtdhESLxd801GHHWoWJ2TMxOIaACYgKIVfYgzQPoSR768lkI/s1600-h/tramonto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325999064386055906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZVIQQrAK1wlO5NnMyiTgT71GlRWMqylW5FAmSGKRB6t9rOGr4Rxgln8fnyH4DSsOaq6PUw-sMsrabzW6q3P3BIp6k87QdtdhESLxd801GHHWoWJ2TMxOIaACYgKIVfYgzQPoSR768lkI/s320/tramonto.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><strong>- TEMPIETTO (2009) -</strong></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)">Liberamente ispirato alla più antica chiesa di Perugia (Tempietto di Sant’Angelo – V sec.). Una coppia rimane rapita, in estasi, dinanzi al tramonto…finalmente si sentono completi.</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325999063301314658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYNPGT9fAzBuwKzYl8gDNX4Px8lbCqVydgzP1dyKJGMKYD6q6tv8-Otg3NYJuxjjeIj9XaVzGzrPKJ6oBo-tfWZOynWMRGt7cofJOO4wHxngij0pTLjDNGajk5zpkvc-Vt2FkYKTSnXHo/s320/toys.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">- LOTTATORI GIOCATTOLO (2009) -</span> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)">Due figure lottano senza esclusione di colpi. Sono due piccoli robot programmati così.<br />Il pubblico è costituito da un coniglietto e un orsacchiotto (questi pupazzetti sono morbidissimi!!)</span>.<br /></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlS6BCs5hYczxkEN4eY68qAZPjetXO9nc2y1ZSX7EzHE_9-ts9HK2DHKQpYZBMikPwMuveSz7bvyL50VZji-oS109hcUh9MSEC8kq72gRd0g94g4FCH3LN3xD3_goZ-oDdgGl8wL2PgLQ/s1600-h/servo-degli-oggetti.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325999059913215282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlS6BCs5hYczxkEN4eY68qAZPjetXO9nc2y1ZSX7EzHE_9-ts9HK2DHKQpYZBMikPwMuveSz7bvyL50VZji-oS109hcUh9MSEC8kq72gRd0g94g4FCH3LN3xD3_goZ-oDdgGl8wL2PgLQ/s320/servo-degli-oggetti.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>- SERVO DEGLI OGGETTI (2009) -<br /></strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)">Un uomo è strettamente abbracciato ad un cumulo di oggetti. Notiamo un monitor, una playstation, un tostapane. Sullo sfondo c’è un edificio simile ad un ospedale: rappresenta l’istituzionalizzazione in generale e, forse, in questo caso, un ospedale psichiatrico.</span></span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325998685722316146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjapdB-qnz8Als2pP8mBU4t3MOc-iWrGy189Abl6Ieoovk-pdG0hupwW-Pq8ioNk0RJ78do2iyZs3AGyHRAlhCubtzvB53EpenadQQxLyJyeKdIpuOz-bKC0myUuqWTUrOPJBCQlBfnaz8/s320/ordini.jpg" border="0" /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;" >- ORDINI DALL’ALTO (2009) -</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)">Una donna, con fare perentorio, comunica degli ordini a due uomini dalla potente chioma (come si dice: la forza è nei capelli!).</span><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325998678838062514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI9pfAqQ9t6SgsQDkbxlPPJzNpctgpRh1qYZ7jreeKqR_DMr8uFculbt8Eqt45dAOsXmEyM20hfy-dtW2kyyj7R8is6q7RG3mk0kreNebgJWvUbzt8CSHiZAll2iY4enPpA1ec628QQQc/s320/notturno.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>- NIGHT CLUB (2009) -</strong><br />Ci sono qui delle luci indistinte e tanto fumo di sigarette…una ragazza sta per esibirsi in un night club. Giusto il tempo di mandare un ultimo SMS e poi…il palco!!<br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3T-j7w3oAUlCsiYH6qEtHeEm820v3NsqUp6hNnsoMywzrJHxfL7nZ9A983Xk9F3JrnQyZCyU3deGdgmWiU1TAyYPkT37QdF0JjnppUCnKo_QVOX-sIghlCt0BLXe7hW-LbyXyFEfNjOU/s1600-h/moses.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325998678797282706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3T-j7w3oAUlCsiYH6qEtHeEm820v3NsqUp6hNnsoMywzrJHxfL7nZ9A983Xk9F3JrnQyZCyU3deGdgmWiU1TAyYPkT37QdF0JjnppUCnKo_QVOX-sIghlCt0BLXe7hW-LbyXyFEfNjOU/s320/moses.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>- LA SERATA DEL DESTINO (2009) -<br /></strong>Il Patriarca Mosé, in versione moderna, viene qui rappresentato la sera prima dell’Esodo. E’ un aperitivo d’addio con una donna misteriosa, forse egiziana.<br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQULAEApi7dw6hN6j909Zwm7ULZpSja5n979SF5lL7WxpPJyTqvfY4KbYcEfOMknNyVM8LKCTWpN5B8NFN3G153f39AI6E6W0mPvkpFSJe67Azk8csFXJkInEKl509DBhFviyuhdgTbE/s1600-h/medicinali.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325998672482052962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQULAEApi7dw6hN6j909Zwm7ULZpSja5n979SF5lL7WxpPJyTqvfY4KbYcEfOMknNyVM8LKCTWpN5B8NFN3G153f39AI6E6W0mPvkpFSJe67Azk8csFXJkInEKl509DBhFviyuhdgTbE/s320/medicinali.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"> -</span></strong> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><strong>SCIROPPO DELLA SERENITA’ (2009) -<br /></strong>Una ragazza cerca la propria serenità cimentandosi con sciroppi, capsule e pastiglie.<br />Speriamo che la questione si risolva positivamente.<br /></span><br /><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_KH0pFmHhySBBq8TiDAu-tr9uknNH-d0SNT6CpR8ShgNPaily_xccr61qzA4EZ4rlKpDpNcorEdFO3hwvmWU-RQ8LgxO58-pm7hGWujkdD3jIUFLLkthoaD1x6ME_0hoS0u_YhOLhE4/s1600-h/matrimonio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325998672163463442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_KH0pFmHhySBBq8TiDAu-tr9uknNH-d0SNT6CpR8ShgNPaily_xccr61qzA4EZ4rlKpDpNcorEdFO3hwvmWU-RQ8LgxO58-pm7hGWujkdD3jIUFLLkthoaD1x6ME_0hoS0u_YhOLhE4/s320/matrimonio.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><strong>- GLI SPOSI (2009) -<br /></strong>Un matrimonio viene celebrato da un officiante che tesse incantesimi. Una torre svetta solitaria: è la Casa di Dio. </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAjelcvXtHVIwbZ_MaJCkODhrWWd4clGxZzxSfjx0nsp_rI9ReQ88W809Hc0qvIwTXYZ19R5sZNweXrDpw7Q3wFkddzqxe_DFdOtI0-SQs3joTESU4fGnKg1tqk7Q-eL88wElWwmSs7s/s1600-h/incenso.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325998251382428866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAjelcvXtHVIwbZ_MaJCkODhrWWd4clGxZzxSfjx0nsp_rI9ReQ88W809Hc0qvIwTXYZ19R5sZNweXrDpw7Q3wFkddzqxe_DFdOtI0-SQs3joTESU4fGnKg1tqk7Q-eL88wElWwmSs7s/s320/incenso.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><strong>- INCENSO (2009) -<br /></strong>Episodio ispirato alla vita della mia amata nonna. Qui troviamo una ragazza che mette dell’incenso a bruciare. Si sta consumando l’attesa di un ritorno: il suo compagno tornerà, forse, vittorioso da una sanguinosa guerra. </span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZjCffOVW9rLsgipQw5c5mdAuwrnFVMlIXRS_tueJCWV63HA5V5_SmZRB_QlYJhd1j5VJQG6C7iI6rNcd5Sps7ROTv49AH5xU9lBjdlcjuWbzC_KytUCWbTCzi89hIQdUymx3msH2syo/s1600-h/in_cammino_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325998243371336882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZjCffOVW9rLsgipQw5c5mdAuwrnFVMlIXRS_tueJCWV63HA5V5_SmZRB_QlYJhd1j5VJQG6C7iI6rNcd5Sps7ROTv49AH5xU9lBjdlcjuWbzC_KytUCWbTCzi89hIQdUymx3msH2syo/s320/in_cammino_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><strong>- IN CAMMINO (2009) -<br /></strong>Ci sono delle persone in cammino, senza méta, nella luce di un pomeriggio che volge al tramonto. E’ proprio quella l’ora in cui, solitamente, si smette di “cercare qualcosa” ed è possibile sperimentare uno stato d’estasi.<br /></span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYV1vLm3zwzjBq-97We4mm7C1AcjzcIXeFu_UqnfDIIO1hzPTJwNyLobv9SP6x0wzF2Clq3SY2KtD0O7djJ8o7hV4h_HtQgTDezPB4VHpmca3K1k4bErnqMnMcKdUFTR9lPAOgnCui2BY/s1600-h/il_vuoto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325998239122285730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYV1vLm3zwzjBq-97We4mm7C1AcjzcIXeFu_UqnfDIIO1hzPTJwNyLobv9SP6x0wzF2Clq3SY2KtD0O7djJ8o7hV4h_HtQgTDezPB4VHpmca3K1k4bErnqMnMcKdUFTR9lPAOgnCui2BY/s320/il_vuoto.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><strong>- IL VUOTO (2009) -<br /></strong>Un ragazzo ci osserva. Alle sue spalle ci sono bandiere festive: è la Festa del Vuoto (o Vacuità). Un raggio di sole accarezza la scena regalandoci chiaroscuri ed apparenze.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_X8novtMrGbVHd6vlFYYQ584TF0lHAOe_H9hYpZ_bvFXWVdTemkiWlLpifog4IeLkLPZ_vgc0t88I_5GFjHmVhLKoajLP4fTR1TXc5h3TQha0HVxnxeZnRsuKB5N4CZ_iKMAR9nYabE/s1600-h/giullare.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325998236124478690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_X8novtMrGbVHd6vlFYYQ584TF0lHAOe_H9hYpZ_bvFXWVdTemkiWlLpifog4IeLkLPZ_vgc0t88I_5GFjHmVhLKoajLP4fTR1TXc5h3TQha0HVxnxeZnRsuKB5N4CZ_iKMAR9nYabE/s320/giullare.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><strong>- GIULLARE (2009) -<br /></strong>Un uomo con dei campanelli irrompe nella scena cavalcando un maiale gonfiabile: ha un importante messaggio da comunicare e, alzando la mano sinistra, chiede attenzione.<br /></span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguh586j0_ebei7tZI2OR8iFlPv4bwKM4cw_TGFYz8lfDncJu_fb1rys4x3WXhEoLOCSxqOUTKotZr0rqfcFaXgBP9rJfLRQ0uPbSR0eixFQjHV8kz1aizlOko8WVtZ4MuLtOIYLKOUKwg/s1600-h/giocoliere.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325998237651323346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguh586j0_ebei7tZI2OR8iFlPv4bwKM4cw_TGFYz8lfDncJu_fb1rys4x3WXhEoLOCSxqOUTKotZr0rqfcFaXgBP9rJfLRQ0uPbSR0eixFQjHV8kz1aizlOko8WVtZ4MuLtOIYLKOUKwg/s320/giocoliere.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>- GIOCHI PESANTI (2009) -<br /></strong>Un uomo di mezza età gioca con leggerezza facendo rimbalzare pesanti macigni. </span></span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Flavio Zappitellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03602486385622958054noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011529706389460223.post-62335594335365525192008-11-07T13:21:00.008+01:002008-11-11T19:59:15.929+01:00Schizzi/ Sketches<span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Qui troverete dei lavori a penna... alcuni inventati, alcuni ripresi da foto. Più tardi scriverò delle note relative. Buona visione :-) </strong><br /></span><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>Here you'll find some pen sketches... some of them have been invented, others inspirated by pictures. Later on I'll write down some notes on them. Enjoy :-)</strong><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztLAI9RU6feX1eL65LQAvBaxmWVkm-SaN5aRzXpBWX-r-q0_i7D8ql5MRRHBNlYUQPqHdVpe_etl6JhhoOZnwdIGtx0bt5BfD92BkX1NEHSZe7cPCp12k78lbwg5Cdhwf51OJznli-xo/s1600-h/n1556363658_30071496_7455[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265890447789922162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztLAI9RU6feX1eL65LQAvBaxmWVkm-SaN5aRzXpBWX-r-q0_i7D8ql5MRRHBNlYUQPqHdVpe_etl6JhhoOZnwdIGtx0bt5BfD92BkX1NEHSZe7cPCp12k78lbwg5Cdhwf51OJznli-xo/s320/n1556363658_30071496_7455%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>1 - un uomo ed una donna si danno le spalle separate da una mano con anello da matrimonio...</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>1 - a man and a woman turn away from each other, separated by a hand wearing a wedding ring...<br /></strong></span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OwsIwZXjv-tsck5moHrJBbXZTlIzMOGi8C8nUiJTJLsKWNMRlfm_I-P2o8eFlVebwJ6oHAeLTYEoC-q_Fx_LW3f1JXpW28gP6tOe9ekO2uUC2_4_sqhUzKIQYnvvPixBpSfPs11m47w/s1600-h/n1556363658_30071495_7276[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265890449671619314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OwsIwZXjv-tsck5moHrJBbXZTlIzMOGi8C8nUiJTJLsKWNMRlfm_I-P2o8eFlVebwJ6oHAeLTYEoC-q_Fx_LW3f1JXpW28gP6tOe9ekO2uUC2_4_sqhUzKIQYnvvPixBpSfPs11m47w/s320/n1556363658_30071495_7276%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjypOEDXVDE6H7PPoZcySArdADvyWMy7GqBoB0lfds3Xxw69k9BRX-RiAe_wupXdbvCOQhuJm_a3nO-LvYxMHKvqDIbkMRL0Xe6xt6nSwHLohahLkqoNr4go2azkUNw8RVFMydimgWGo/s1600-h/n1556363658_30071494_7083[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265890443934479026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjypOEDXVDE6H7PPoZcySArdADvyWMy7GqBoB0lfds3Xxw69k9BRX-RiAe_wupXdbvCOQhuJm_a3nO-LvYxMHKvqDIbkMRL0Xe6xt6nSwHLohahLkqoNr4go2azkUNw8RVFMydimgWGo/s320/n1556363658_30071494_7083%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2TN5sCFEr_Vy0VU-P0Hasd4ZEQwE0yZWqPUSOQq8fIIQ_43OQAmOSk4A_lWZ4mo9mGe2M01Aw8CF3NCxhhrGiv7PC9zZ-YD8DDIPKc24VzlqVFInYeMqnr0WeoiL3UKF7EvkAopb8fGA/s1600-h/n1556363658_30071493_6897[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265890439127804098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2TN5sCFEr_Vy0VU-P0Hasd4ZEQwE0yZWqPUSOQq8fIIQ_43OQAmOSk4A_lWZ4mo9mGe2M01Aw8CF3NCxhhrGiv7PC9zZ-YD8DDIPKc24VzlqVFInYeMqnr0WeoiL3UKF7EvkAopb8fGA/s320/n1556363658_30071493_6897%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxo0EhENL0FjCvG8J14uuSpErcP32HX97fBmVos_8pqSGn0de1AOvNPrXJBnRK1ax6Z_ozHGaBWw5oyooBzZI9m49S2D-hccOAZgNX2bnfTwoYisVNLNhM287eEHkTiRNyO8UohkSxwZ4/s1600-h/n1556363658_30071492_6717[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265890311586621810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxo0EhENL0FjCvG8J14uuSpErcP32HX97fBmVos_8pqSGn0de1AOvNPrXJBnRK1ax6Z_ozHGaBWw5oyooBzZI9m49S2D-hccOAZgNX2bnfTwoYisVNLNhM287eEHkTiRNyO8UohkSxwZ4/s320/n1556363658_30071492_6717%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGKv5gU5bKs87WzJ8MRP_SllWBkRg5uEK2adLyahiAvtbDPzd5zzf1Ee5tANOya7XNQkP-07DFZuTh2WBl0O4PaiOLqLQwwn4DENYlfuPDQgflPt0-GAk3hxIpVqLKWBWIMleQ24UKRw/s1600-h/n1556363658_30071490_6536[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265890308105643026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGKv5gU5bKs87WzJ8MRP_SllWBkRg5uEK2adLyahiAvtbDPzd5zzf1Ee5tANOya7XNQkP-07DFZuTh2WBl0O4PaiOLqLQwwn4DENYlfuPDQgflPt0-GAk3hxIpVqLKWBWIMleQ24UKRw/s320/n1556363658_30071490_6536%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmUfk1ImVb0RYS3hyc1GSfkFFDNKAgdI3QBVluZBqHgceJ7wZXYgwg2MLZwJsohoIHn0tu3dbJQRxtVfABLGD5QsN60r6Z8qtzMCH4d5sGj_4ENfFEXykMBedBlPanZ9-1o86MJOIxfs/s1600-h/n1556363658_30071489_6347[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265890303387622642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmUfk1ImVb0RYS3hyc1GSfkFFDNKAgdI3QBVluZBqHgceJ7wZXYgwg2MLZwJsohoIHn0tu3dbJQRxtVfABLGD5QsN60r6Z8qtzMCH4d5sGj_4ENfFEXykMBedBlPanZ9-1o86MJOIxfs/s320/n1556363658_30071489_6347%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A_dQ7xhs3qXGHdfLAD4Vp4JWA1vjWH6724ESqMkhbhNPGNVmfpYVS60uRlZ2VUk7ZwVIrK0i6KpkBTKNhewgkVGp52IvTrytWXYWwIo0CT0UHt3rVfeE119eWyT8y-McKsWiXCGigN8/s1600-h/n1556363658_30071488_6156[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265890296429292610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A_dQ7xhs3qXGHdfLAD4Vp4JWA1vjWH6724ESqMkhbhNPGNVmfpYVS60uRlZ2VUk7ZwVIrK0i6KpkBTKNhewgkVGp52IvTrytWXYWwIo0CT0UHt3rVfeE119eWyT8y-McKsWiXCGigN8/s320/n1556363658_30071488_6156%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDMCSxSQ5ZKlqbpfJN9AHpfLFYcL5ycembRTjIUiJqbmeKFDgsX-q9V_E1geVGW7Ov6CS-pU8rXPyY5mCVJlJmY9AWlLfOB6KO7KWUJPXgZE9YZYAaLUSvu92ifqoAxnWdYE_00VPWSU/s1600-h/n1556363658_30071487_5961[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265890297151766706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDMCSxSQ5ZKlqbpfJN9AHpfLFYcL5ycembRTjIUiJqbmeKFDgsX-q9V_E1geVGW7Ov6CS-pU8rXPyY5mCVJlJmY9AWlLfOB6KO7KWUJPXgZE9YZYAaLUSvu92ifqoAxnWdYE_00VPWSU/s320/n1556363658_30071487_5961%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Flavio Zappitellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03602486385622958054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011529706389460223.post-57630624518565614042008-10-20T12:13:00.020+02:002008-10-29T11:38:16.512+01:00Autunno 2 - Fall 2Ciao a tutti! Ho inserito dei ritratti a tempera e ad olio che, secondo me, vale la pena guardare. Fare ritratti non è molto facile. Forse dipende dal soggetto da rappresentare, forse dalla tecnica usata, forse dai pensieri del momento...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Hello everybody!! I posted this morning some portraits I realized few weeks ago. They are interesting, aren't they? Portraiting is not such an easy matter to realize. It depends on the subject you're going to draw, or, maybe, it depends on the medium, or, maybe, it depends on the thoughts you're feeding in that specific moment...</span><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCxjJ8izI7s9sns9mZhFEQRsbrHvrCrMBHIXgU1l5B3Uag1mFyfNfknoezcqyb7PkJuInfJnwOdqR4WSyx7kX7yfTKDe3kAShkbEF-2Stu7_QLsmDyj9NvvT3CLhVO-oKIIIloyodQC7E/s1600-h/giorgia1[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259230095009745394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCxjJ8izI7s9sns9mZhFEQRsbrHvrCrMBHIXgU1l5B3Uag1mFyfNfknoezcqyb7PkJuInfJnwOdqR4WSyx7kX7yfTKDe3kAShkbEF-2Stu7_QLsmDyj9NvvT3CLhVO-oKIIIloyodQC7E/s200/giorgia1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>Giorgia, tempera su carta - 2008 - Si tratta di una ragazza che, enigmatica, indossa un copricapo che diventerà di moda tra qualche anno.</p><p><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Giorgia, gouache on paper - 2008 - She is a young girl which, inexplicably, wears a quirky hat. One day, however, blue hats like this will become fashionable...</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1KZQd0Yh0aCT1URZ09ewjy6A2dBXAMrOeZSVUj6AJcz0oXiHZ7M2ilZZDnTkiiqGSPaLA2hyphenhyphenrerrQLUP3ciQoRVF5O_865cDZNLiEPcJdhTC2YMvcWsa6NqszumNihEqrZelmv0vkzKc/s1600-h/Roberto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259211862958248098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1KZQd0Yh0aCT1URZ09ewjy6A2dBXAMrOeZSVUj6AJcz0oXiHZ7M2ilZZDnTkiiqGSPaLA2hyphenhyphenrerrQLUP3ciQoRVF5O_865cDZNLiEPcJdhTC2YMvcWsa6NqszumNihEqrZelmv0vkzKc/s200/Roberto.jpg" border="0" /></a>Roberto, olio su tela - 2008 - Con Roberto eravamo in montagna, una giornata di sole e prendevamo del té. Momenti d assoluto silenzio e buonumore...<br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Roberto, oil on canvas - 2008 - We were a few friends having a cup of tea with Roberto in a sunny afternoon. Tall mountains were close at hands while moments of silence were passing by...</span></p><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBn_n9Vt-C_ipsIRSTw0QsBSpG7bDvIx1STSlgA2HjGVsWtIh2YqWbsoP43PKJIMhGyDZ4WmVxxicIgt2rjmvo4MQ0Edp9ljmR7ov_4PJDPkXbJPrzbqJt6mpm1aZnhO0txVExXdsTjpc/s1600-h/Edo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259211716843911186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBn_n9Vt-C_ipsIRSTw0QsBSpG7bDvIx1STSlgA2HjGVsWtIh2YqWbsoP43PKJIMhGyDZ4WmVxxicIgt2rjmvo4MQ0Edp9ljmR7ov_4PJDPkXbJPrzbqJt6mpm1aZnhO0txVExXdsTjpc/s200/Edo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div><div><div><div><div>Edo, olio su tela - 2008 - Edo sembra sorridere sempre, anche quando la sua bocca è chiusa e lo sguardo sornione.</div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Edo, oil on canvas - 2008 - Edo comes from Brasil where the concept "small city" means 2 millions inhabitants. Life grows up and dies everywhere, at any moment...</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqzDoJOZmMGQsTQF5PnzAxy71f4LUSkJTRWTfiIL6_JS6WthhSd8o3bnwib6A6qzQyOuddJfdPLY9wFGqf2DV2uggQSswim7vp7H-au-qoH5hZ7nK7iPhPndd_LknejqUMZFl6WqBXiM/s1600-h/bejart2[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259178460456491266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqzDoJOZmMGQsTQF5PnzAxy71f4LUSkJTRWTfiIL6_JS6WthhSd8o3bnwib6A6qzQyOuddJfdPLY9wFGqf2DV2uggQSswim7vp7H-au-qoH5hZ7nK7iPhPndd_LknejqUMZFl6WqBXiM/s200/bejart2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>Maurice Béjart, tempera su carta - 2008 - Un giorno leggerò la biografia di questo grande uomo. Un maestro di danza dallo sguardo mutevole.</div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Maurice Béjart, gouache on paper - 2008 - One day I'll read the biography of this great man. He was a skilled dance master with an everchanging glimpse...</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKtHt239HbSxaCesDLM6OAOhY-9Ly3E1JOVnpjxglXCIp-NfCnZRMQ3xkX1uYoX0cP124DiMWJwEe6yHR2rYE5Sq3LpA0-d7D6ODSkb-XTGQLWDx7ZRApgOsI2JqcvNSlUpGSJJ9imLE/s1600-h/anto[3].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259178322265742002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKtHt239HbSxaCesDLM6OAOhY-9Ly3E1JOVnpjxglXCIp-NfCnZRMQ3xkX1uYoX0cP124DiMWJwEe6yHR2rYE5Sq3LpA0-d7D6ODSkb-XTGQLWDx7ZRApgOsI2JqcvNSlUpGSJJ9imLE/s200/anto%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>Antonio, tempera su carta - 2008 - Un sorriso a volte rimane scolpito nella memoria per sempre.</div><div><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Antonio, gouache on paper - 2008 - A smile is forever... </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0Ixm0uDuqQwL9tMdkmUjhJjgqiIOuhF7bSSiQkOZv2d_t59-3L3KAk7BOwitp2Mqc1u7ISeM3drHCiLpAN_qqPSewG46A09HKmcuQK7fFA68-3M4ZfWQ6ry7pAiEj5UFjhF4L8X5IBY/s1600-h/mister-K[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259177385720315106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0Ixm0uDuqQwL9tMdkmUjhJjgqiIOuhF7bSSiQkOZv2d_t59-3L3KAk7BOwitp2Mqc1u7ISeM3drHCiLpAN_qqPSewG46A09HKmcuQK7fFA68-3M4ZfWQ6ry7pAiEj5UFjhF4L8X5IBY/s200/mister-K%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kang, tempera su carta - 2008 - Questo ragazzo passa un mese in Europa ed un mese in Cina. Il suo cuore è un po' agitato.</div><div><div><div><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Kang, gouache on paper - 2008 - Kang spends one month in Europe and one month in China. His heart should be a little troubled. </span><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Flavio Zappitellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03602486385622958054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011529706389460223.post-83625306000064818342008-09-22T23:49:00.006+02:002008-10-21T15:34:01.507+02:00autunno/fallCiao a tutti, ho qui inserito alcuni disegni recenti... ognuno di questi può avere un qualche significato...<br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Hello to everybody, here you'll find some recent sketches...each of them may have some meaning...<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br />Qui c'è una situazione di attesa, una porta nasconde qualcosa che tra poco uscirà...<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Here there is a situation where a woman is waiting for something or somebody who's coming out of the door...<br /></span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmfU0RqnivTFsBkFmTT7s0AhjV-jW3D78sZd5jB7QX8VFhN5EDtPFodmqaVte-f4bZHPpOmnibm96AiDl9y0mutSLRF-zb9HEckWNvV-hbOMi34FA5s-JG4JxUcoBLKxzEApudotTbz0/s1600-h/017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248966847324108354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmfU0RqnivTFsBkFmTT7s0AhjV-jW3D78sZd5jB7QX8VFhN5EDtPFodmqaVte-f4bZHPpOmnibm96AiDl9y0mutSLRF-zb9HEckWNvV-hbOMi34FA5s-JG4JxUcoBLKxzEApudotTbz0/s400/017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />In questo caso c'è una famiglia che osserva un astronauta. L'astronauta respira e si alimenta con dei tubi che attingono da un luogo sconosciuto...<br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>In this case there is a family observing an astronaut who is getting air and food from unknown and invisible places...<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgml6-OQ_eQEWURcffkSCbKQx-xjNeeqJXWuTYnNjvsuAUq3bJDrRGRZXS5KDxdeGxO4cEt2BoCOan9Rc4z_7ow_dYkn0vvrC_RefMpDIGeQtC0gzBE1z1UJHyFwiJ23cc0HCp-t4cOY/s1600-h/024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248966852793921282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgml6-OQ_eQEWURcffkSCbKQx-xjNeeqJXWuTYnNjvsuAUq3bJDrRGRZXS5KDxdeGxO4cEt2BoCOan9Rc4z_7ow_dYkn0vvrC_RefMpDIGeQtC0gzBE1z1UJHyFwiJ23cc0HCp-t4cOY/s400/024.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p>Un uomo sta preparando un caffé con una caffettiera atomica...<br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">A man in preparing a coffee using an nuclear coffee machine...</span></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfNQrbvP-CCboDLrQaYaPCm7eqzZf5y3I75Qwrg-xyLHX9rQx741A4YvgUA5tXbuSB65-HQ12WKo_CEUqLQh9yVA1mTK1aEK043D9QgXkn9T_1yWdZleINOhTXlN6JGMGhbOL3gPA4z6w/s1600-h/025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248966854237311810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfNQrbvP-CCboDLrQaYaPCm7eqzZf5y3I75Qwrg-xyLHX9rQx741A4YvgUA5tXbuSB65-HQ12WKo_CEUqLQh9yVA1mTK1aEK043D9QgXkn9T_1yWdZleINOhTXlN6JGMGhbOL3gPA4z6w/s400/025.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Una donna sta rimuovendo un velo. Appare un paesaggio, un paesaggio ventoso... <span style="color:#ffcc33;">A woman is removing a veil. A landscape appears, a windy landscape...<br /></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLWDJbhLjxfdPpZRsEyXwQ194e9MMZAkjSumGsmTuQ465hg8x2HY_EBJe0858HJKe4xaip153q6A9QXz6MY2j5zaK-CKktrcojbYiZ41bTE4CEK5-WO13JR4hCUpAM5rPOgu5W4BYUyi8/s1600-h/042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248966861153231714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLWDJbhLjxfdPpZRsEyXwQ194e9MMZAkjSumGsmTuQ465hg8x2HY_EBJe0858HJKe4xaip153q6A9QXz6MY2j5zaK-CKktrcojbYiZ41bTE4CEK5-WO13JR4hCUpAM5rPOgu5W4BYUyi8/s400/042.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Alcuni giovani milanesi. C'è chi urla al cellulare, chi sfoggia occhiali da sole fighissimi, chi trangugia una bibita... potrebbe essere una domenica pomeriggio... <span style="color:#ffcc33;">Some youg people from Milan. There is somebody who's screaming at his mobile phone, someone else shows excellent eye glasses, one of them drink something. It may be Sunday afternoon. </span><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPrFIpzSj0GzYcIcnH0SMcMTb1MS1_GPmSXp53OICrjKMbkVbUDpjAvfiiWttHgLDaD0lEFF9_BStGz9lU4gz_fYLYgNOSnO9KVSIeahPrDSN-bzUYSGqExh0HOEY-LNOkgW8y_9Tdt4/s1600-h/043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248966863746993954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPrFIpzSj0GzYcIcnH0SMcMTb1MS1_GPmSXp53OICrjKMbkVbUDpjAvfiiWttHgLDaD0lEFF9_BStGz9lU4gz_fYLYgNOSnO9KVSIeahPrDSN-bzUYSGqExh0HOEY-LNOkgW8y_9Tdt4/s400/043.jpg" border="0" /></a>Un abbraccio a tutti e... a presto.</p><p><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Hugs to everybody and... see you soon.</span><br /></p>Flavio Zappitellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03602486385622958054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011529706389460223.post-44711761144530164022008-08-14T12:02:00.005+02:002008-08-14T12:49:28.173+02:00Buone Vacanze<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZYCzmmneduEDlBIHMLqsSym7DrFv-TKlSMCift3rtaAtSNNcSXUqps2Y976J2FtU5kq5SG0LfwoYoeMIE4kpiGs2AqY-wLzlzZp4V_DCRrNB7QrnuffTw7GUlpfNb2JZcNZBxenUPUw/s1600-h/grottamisteriosa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234323222348235906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZYCzmmneduEDlBIHMLqsSym7DrFv-TKlSMCift3rtaAtSNNcSXUqps2Y976J2FtU5kq5SG0LfwoYoeMIE4kpiGs2AqY-wLzlzZp4V_DCRrNB7QrnuffTw7GUlpfNb2JZcNZBxenUPUw/s320/grottamisteriosa.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Buongiorno,<br />oggi provo a far funzionare il blog... auguro a tutti una bella vacanza e buon ferragosto<br />:-)<br />Today I'm trying to put this blog site "in gear"... wishing happy holidays to everybody... here enclosed you'll find a nice picture of my hometown...<br />BYEEEE</div>Flavio Zappitellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03602486385622958054noreply@blogger.com6