The mindfulness of the fan-art

I really love to read. Along with art, is one of those things which I simply can’t live without. I feel sick in case I can’t read for a few days in a row. Can we call it a disease? 😀 A very good one, indeed.

I often make sketches based on the books I’m currently reading, on some situations, or about some characters that I prefer. I think that art and design are closely related, because they can evoke invisible images in someone else’s mind, and allow unknown worlds to pop out from our imagination.

gone to earth mary webb illustration
Illustration from “Gone to earth”, a book by Mary Webb

It seems a lot simple, but in fact it IS really simple. Is one of the simplest things, to open your mind and allow the words finding their place on the paper (thanks to your colors, your pencil and so on), leaving them to stimulate parts of you that are forgotten, hidden or simply unknown. The most difficult part is, actually and obviously, to become aware that you need this state of mind. It’s like a…mindfulness state.

Vampires in the Lemon Grove by Karen Russell illustration
Main character of “Vampires in the Lemon Grove” by Karen Russell

So the relevant question is: how to enter in this state of mind? If I knew the ultimate answer, I would be a less more stressed artist, I suppose. By now, meditation and yoga are helping me a lot. Even walking in nature helps. And I know that you probably have heard those thing one million times, but are pretty true. At least give them a try!

The Graveless Doll of Eric Mutis by karen russell illustration
Illustration inspired by “The Graveless Doll of Eric Mutis”, by Karen Russell


the shadow over Innsmouth lovecraft illustration
Winner of the Prize “The worst photoshoot about an illustration”. Just kidding (meh), illustration inspired by “The shadow over Innsmouth” by H.P. Lovecraft
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Farewell, dear Professor Snape

Few weeks ago a great Artist passed away. Alan Rickan was a big actor and he was the star in so many good movies (and others not…but that’s how life and work actually work). One of them was , obviously, Professor Severus Snape. Now, I’m twenty-gnew-years old and so the whole Harry Potter’s saga it’s something more than special to me: it was my training gym for feelings like friendship, loyalty and…real love.

I read a lot, but I never found a better and struggling and sweet and delicate love story as Piton and Lily shared. Never. I don’t know why, you know…tastes differ.

So I’ve tryed to explain all my feeling involved in the loss of Alan R…emh, Professur Severus Snape in a portrait. This is my first work on canvas, and I was pretty amazed and scared.

Piton and Lily fanart

It’s a mixed techniques, as you can see. I used acrylics, watercolors, Letraset markers and my old-but-gold typewriting machine (original one, vintage-style!).

Detail: Piton and Lily Detail: Expecto Patronusses Detail: "After all this time?"

I know it’s a silly thing: the actor is actually dead and not the character but, ehy, I’m the artist so I rather can not choose the subjects or the idea. I just thought it was something nice to say goodbay to someone. So farewell dear Prof. Piton, or Alan Rickman for all the Muggles.

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Waking Life (and the art of letting go)

Never thought about drawing in my file. I mean, actual and real drawing, not that thing you usually do in your math class, bored. First because I didn’t know where and how to start; in second place, because I’ve thought for a very long time I was unable to. I’ve always seen those beautiful, colorful and (almost) perfect drawings and illustration on Deviantart, then Facebook, Instagram and so on. But everytime I tried to commit myself into this thing, drawing magnificent pieces of art, I was defeated by my lazyness. I didn’t find my style, and that were actually the problem: I was copying and, though I am a very good impressionist, I can’t be another artist. I was cheating.

I realize it in June, 2015. I was sick at home and my eyes just stared at the wooden box of Winsor & Newton’s watercolor my boyfriend gave me for my birthday. Untouched for nearly three months. I opened it and simply started to paint, without any inner judgment or expectation. What came up was very nice to me, and I was radiant: first time in my life, I’ve made something by my own, not searching on Pinterest or Instagram for any suggestion, style ideas, or everything else. There were me and my tools, my paper, my ideas.


Not so simple, I mean letting (actually) go all the voices in my head saying that I wasn’t good enough, that people wouldn’t appreciate my works because they were too simple and plain. The strongest part of me screamed out for a metaphorical silence, just asking acceptance. Respect. Expecting those two things from me, to start. And hoping to find them also in the other’s words.

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