The first artistic passion that I felt in my life, and so far the one I conducted for a period of time than all the others, is that for storytelling in comics.
This art form, as we all know by now, too often discredited unjustly accused of childishness, discredited, indicated as the source of many illnesses, particularly adolescent generation, is actually one of the most complex and complete forms of communication through art of all the existing ones, second only alo live show and the movies ( which the imagery of the account then tramutatasi in comics is obvious ancestor).
not remember how many comics I read in my life, too, dicerto, always.
I remember in my childhood, a mountain of Mickey Mouse, not only the contemporaries of those days (the 80s) but also and perhaps especially some books that my grandfather kept with care, the very old strips in BN when we got very around the average company in camp with stories such as Mickey Mouse or something.
My father put us on his part TEX.
an avalanche of tex, that I, probably because of age, I could not appreciate and, above all seemed to me a shocking flatness, that only after I re-evaluated, while remaining except in the case of some extraordinary story of my alert child.
also I read the old Marvel superhero comics publisher HORN.
Those were my favorites, all HUK, Thor, The Fantastic Four, but not always managed to have them and so continuity interrupted by a register other than that I could buy with the first pocket money, I spoiled the reading. Then began
to get the other Bonelli: Mystere Martyn, Dylan Dog, Nick Raider ... I did not mind, but even I liked.
In middle school, I forget which year, I am a better butchers the burden of pneumonia with pleurisy, a sweet, and I was housebound for nearly two months.
prostrated by fever, cough, difficulty speaking and breathing, I can only read, and then I asked the father to bring me some comic book superheroes, especially Spider-Man.
So he did, I devoured the comic (which was now published by Star Comics) and I got to the last page of the publication of other books on the newsstands. So
discovered the series and characters that I did not know they had arrived in Italy: The Punisher, X-Men, the Fantastic 4 the new series drawn by John Byrne.
was the love and passion, my father forced him to consume a good part of his salary to buy almost everything that came out during those months, and ate it all.
Once they walked out, from pneumonia, I was sick of comicsmania.
Since then I never stopped reading fmetti for long periods of time also began to draw the attention to quell'assurdante world. Filled up
diaries diaries drawing crowds, who slowly began to take the form of absurd comic stories, whose protagonists were often comoagni my school life and friends.
also began to write in a methodical, stories of all kinds, all dramatically idiotic.
rejoiced in those years, and I suggested once again that I started a comic strip in a continuous and professional, once out of high school ....
And it was there, one or two years after the end of high school, about to join the "International School of Comics", which gave birth to a creature that is still affezzionato, whose adventures living on a myspace too omitted. A real friend with whom I was, in terms of stories, a bit too much shit, I do. And perhaps more than on him, the stories focus on one of my phobia, to become part of a flock in need of amanciparmi by common rules that I had too many INPOST in my youth. How we laugh behind his back, but I have to admit that they were all very loving ... Here, I want to give the myspace link for the creation of this bastard, and the first of his adventures.
not do it, knowing of my bastardy, I absolutely need to let you see ....
Here it is: Strontium ©
My space de "Strontium ©"
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