Doodling again: Ciagula

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My sister liked my own doodle a lot, so I made one for her too. As the other one: black and white pens, watercolours, coloured pencils, felt tips on my sketchbook.

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Another doodle: 1st of May

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The 1st of May in Italy is the workers’ holiday: all around the cities there are workers parades and no one should be working in that day. As a friend wrote, this year, because of the crisis, half people of our age were working and the other half complaining for having no job. I add that probably a lot of those who were working that day are not payed enough or at all. I think this is the symbol of the society we are living in at the moment and of the problems of our generation.

By the way: I am one of the lucky ones that has a job and the 1st of May was *almost* free, so I went to the beautiful event a club I often go organized. There was live music, my ex boyfriend cooked his awesome boar and we had my sister’s wonderful tart, there were all day fava beans and salame and drinks and a lot of people and, most of all, friends. That’s my doodle thinking of the day. Black and white pens, watercolours, coloured pencils, as usual on my sketchbook.

The beautiful story of my new tattoo

Some weeks ago I got a new tattoo. It’s a simple triskell on my shoulder, nothing too big or important, still a very nice one.

Qualche settimana fa ho fatto un nuovo tatuaggio. E’ un semplice triscele sulla spalla, niente di così grosso o importante, ma comunque molto carino.

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But I think the nicest part is why and how I got it: it was my little sister’s gift to me and my brother for last Christmas. She thought it was cool to have all three of us the same tattoo subject so that we were in a manner linked for all our lives. The triskell symbol was perfect, because it has three parts, as the three of us. Also it takes together both our origins: we are half ligurian (so celtic origins) and half sicilian (the symbol of Sicily is a triskell). We took appointment in the same afternoon so to do even something all together (thing that happens rarely).

Credo però la parte più bella sia perché e come l’ho fatto: è stato il regalo che mia sorella ha fatto a me e mio fratello per lo scorso Natale. Ha pensato fosse bello che tutti e tre avessimo lo stesso soggetto tatuato, così che in qualche modo fossimo collegati per tutta la vita. Il simbolo del triscele è perfetto poiché è composto da tre parti, come noi tre. In più unisce entrambe le nostre origini: siamo per metà liguri (quindi origini celtiche) e per metà siciliani (il simbolo della Sicilia è un triscele). Abbiamo preso appuntamento nello stesso pomeriggio in modo che fosse un’occasione per fare qualcosa insieme (cosa che accade raramente).

Since, even if we grew up together, we are very different people, we decided to chose the version on the symbol we liked most personally, and this is what came out:

Visto che, pur essendo cresciuti assieme, siamo persone molto diverse, abbiamo deciso di scegliere la versione del simbolo che più ci piaceva personalmente, e questo è il risultato:

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The first one is my sister’s, under the ear; the second is my brother’s, on the back of the neck; the last one is mine, on the shoulder.

Il primo è quello di mia sorella, sotto l’orecchio; il secondo è quello di mio fratello, sul retro del collo; l’ultimo è il mio, sulla spalla.

It was definitely one of the best gifts I received in my life, and everyone that listened to the story, from the tattoo artist to friends and family, loved the idea. Thank you, sister! ♥

E’ stato decisamente uno dei regali migliori che io abbia ricevuto nella mia vita, e tutti coloro che hanno ascoltato la storia, dal tatuatore ad amici e familiari, si sono innamorati dell’idea. Grazie a mia sorella! ♥

Ctonia

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chthonic, adj.
Pronunciation: /ˈkθɒnɪk/
Etymology:  < Greek χθών, χθονός + -ic suffix.
Dwelling in or beneath the surface of the earth.

ctònio agg. [dal gr. χϑόνιος, der. di χϑών -ονός «terra»], letter. – Sotterraneo. Nella mitologia greca, divinità ctonie, dèi ctonî, divinità sotterranee il cui mito era in qualche modo collegato con la vita terrestre o sotterranea; divinità ctonia per eccellenza fu Ade, signore degli Inferi, per i Greci, Dite per i Latini. Nella storia delle religioni il termine è riferito anche a divinità, figure mitiche e leggendarie, sempre connesse con la terra, di civiltà religiose diverse da quella greca.

21th April 2014

Loc. Le Manie – Savona – Italia

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Yesterday I’ve been at the beach: it was a beautiful day and I wanted to draw under the sun, by the sea. While there, I collected these pieces of woods you can see in the photo: the summer season is still far and so the beach was not yet cleaned, and covered in them. As I was putting them in a box, I thought to take a photo and then I posted it on Facebook; it had a lot of likes and this made me happy: we can have the ultimate technology, smartphones, internet, tv, the obsession for our bodies, wardrobes full of useless clothes and shoes and a society based on a lot of wrong ideas…but we will always be amazed by some pieces of wood coming from the sea. There’s still the same old human kind under all the horrible things and thoughts we wear, and this makes me happy.

Boccadasse – Genova

While I was wandering in the web I found this beautiful photo (unluckily the copyright was not specified, so if you know who is the author write me to add it, please) of my city, that made me dream with my eyes open: the colours, the sea, the atmosphere…or better: one of the many atmospheres that you can breathe in different spots of Genoa. I am born here, but above all my soul here was moulded, there’s no doubt. Of sea and wind, of infinite horizon and stones, of colours  and scents, of sweetness and roughness.

Mentre vagavo per il web ho trovato questa foto bellissima (purtroppo non era indicato il copyright, quindi se doveste sapere di chi sia scrivetemi pure per aggiungerlo) della mia città, che mi ha fatta sognare ad occhi aperti: i colori, il mare, l’atmosfera…o meglio: una delle tante atmosfere che si possono respirare in diversi punti di Genova. Qui sono nata, ma soprattutto è stata forgiata la mia anima, non c’è dubbio. Di mare e vento, di orizzonte infinito e pietre, di colori ed odori, di dolcezza ed asprezza.

Boccadasse - Genova

Boccadasse – Genova

Taverna del Pirata – Camogli (Genova)

I love this tavern: it’s pirate themed and full (and I mean FULL) of weird things everywhere. I found it casually some years ago and I fell in love. It’s in Via San Fortunato 8, in the beautiful Camogli. Taverna … Continue reading

Night in Camogli (Genova)

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Two nights ago me and my friend Davide were going around Genova’s centre bored, so I had the idea to take him to a place he never been before, also one of my favourites: Camogli.
Camogli is a little sea town at just half a hour drive from Genova; in the summer it’s full of people, but at this time of the year tourists are gone and you can enjoy better the deserted historical centre on the sea and the small port. Continue reading

About Voltaggio (AL)

Last sunday we went to a place I really love: Voltaggio is a little country town between Genova and Alessandria. It’s not far from my grandmother’s house, in fact I love it because when I was little my grandfather was taking me there often.

One of the particularities of the town is a sulfur spring right in the middle of it’s ancient part. It was already known in roman times, with the name of Aquae Octavienses. The other name written there “êgua di surfi”, means sulfur water in our dialect, Ligure. The spring is inside an artificial cave and in the centre of a little, peaceful park where sometimes in the past I went to draw an write all by myself. Every time I go there my grandmother gives me containers to take this water back home, since it seems, despite of the bad smell, it’s very good for healt.

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Near the spring there’s a very ancient house, Casa Grimaldi, that seems to be the most ancient building in all Lemme Valley. On the sign you can find out of the house (you can see it in the photo) it’s dated around 1251. It was the house of a family that was collecting fees in the territory.

Voltaggio – Alessandria, Italia

22th September 2013