Marcella Emma

COMUNICATO STAMPA

10/ 25 GIUGNO 2011
"I 4 ELEMENTI: FONTI DI ENERGIA”
Artisti a confronto
a cura di Francesca Mariotti
SPAZIO D'ARTE L'ALTROVE
Via de Romei 38 – Ferrara
Tel 0532 1824984

VENERDI’ 10 GIUGNO 2011, alle ore 18.00, si inaugura la terza Rassegna del Progetto 2011 dello Spazio D'Arte L'Altrove di Francesca Mariotti che verterà sul tema "IL TEMPO LO SPAZIO E L'ENERGIA VITALE". Dopo l'interesse sviluppato per un percorso di esposizioni centrate su una tematica e sviluppate nell'arco dell'anno con incontri e conferenze, performance e letture, Francesca Mariotti vuole focalizzare l'attenzione su quanto l'Arte contemporanea e la cultura in generale porga attenzione a ciò che succede nei rapporti tra l'UOMO e lo Spazio che lo circonda, il Tempo stesso in cui vive e questi due concetti come interagiscono con la sua Energia vitale e l'ENERGIA della Natura stessa di cui è parte.
Questa terza esposizione approfondisce la tematica su: I QUATTRO ELEMENTI: FONTI DI ENERGIA.

In tale esposizione possiamo quindi dire che i 4 ELEMENTI sono espressione ispiratrice, ancora oggi, di bellezza, creatività e di una grande energia vitale. Gli artisti partecipanti hanno saputo esprimere, in materiali e tecniche diverse, la forza e la potenza che la Natura possiede e di cui l’Umanità è spesso manipolatrice “inesperta” e quindi pericolosa per se stessa!! La possibilità di ENERGIA è immensa e a portata di mano, sta solo a noi coglierla nella giusta maniera e modalità. Gli Elementi di cui si compone la nostra stessa vita possono altrimenti essere forza dirompente e distruttrice …come spesso sta succedendo! La Natura si ribella se violentata e sfruttata in modo sbagliato!!
Non pensiamo di essere esaudienti, ma di poter semplicemente comunicare agli spettatori la continua attualità di queste tematiche legate all’essenza della nostra esistenza e forza, naturale e spirituale.

Artisti partecipanti: Francesco Saverio Terelle, Elena Catanese, Elisa Macaluso, Claudio Barasi, Marcella Acone, Daniela Biganzoli, Stefano Santillo e Cristina Anna Adani.

Ospite inattesa sarà l'installazione/scultura "spazialista” dell'artista siriano NABIL.

Aperitivo inaugurale con gli artisti per tutti gi intervenuti.

con preghiera di diffusione
grazie
Francesca Mariotti

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Number 001

Friday, April 29, 2011 10:12:04 AM

Some people say me that this has been a great step, a goal in life... But they don't know I lived all this period in the worst way one can imagine.

Difference

Tuesday, January 11, 2011 7:02:17 PM

Just yesterday I heard about a piece of new... a piece of new that I did not like, a bad one.
They say Europe is one, all Countries have the same rights and share money and laws, all Eurpeans, they tell me, are simply together.
But the real thing is far away from being like this.
I heard about Italian men and women married with ones coming from other Countries; the ones who decided to split up, had to say 'goodbye' to their children. All Italians had to leave thir kids or to hide them somewhere, because it seems we Italians have no rights, compared with ohter Countries.
Mom and Dads put in jails, kids put unders drugs, children stolen...

...this is a relly grey situation... it's not fair: if I find a guy I like and insome year we split up, i'll have to fight all his Country to be able to see our kids...

I think is better to be alone, in this perspective...

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Just kids

Monday, January 10, 2011 9:42:35 AM

Sometimes I have to argue with my neighbour about a strange common way of wiew about children.
I'm sure all of you had heard about people comparing kids with dogs... Because they're instinctive, puppy-like and soOo nice.... But a kid is not a dog: you can't ask a dog to have abstract thoughts, a thing every little child can do.

People always say this because they see kids like a strange half-gods all busy in play and without any care in the world. Maybe they can be more thoughtless than an adult, but they are not free from pain and responsibilities.

The ones who think childhood is a golden age, can't remember the real time of their own life. Or, maybe, their parents did not care about their education, so they grew up as spoiled brats, and only at the age of 18 (or later...) they discovered world is not a free theme-park.
What a trauma! So, they remember childhood as paradise, and the present day as their damnation.

If kids were like dogs, maybe it would be because they can be greedy, pityless, and they can forget anything... but it could be said also for adults. So, not only kids, but all humans can be compared with dogs. In both cases you can't say kids and dogs are the same.

Sometimes I hear about kids as little angels or fairies, as if to be so young gives you the fairy-tale 'white' and pure innocence. Kids are not angels, kids can have the very same features adults can show.
Age is nothing. The only difference is children have less experience then adults, and that's all. Kids can be very weak, in mind and in body because their limited experience, but they have nothing less than adults have. Children can teach adults, when they are taken seriously.

For a child three years are more than a life, meanwhile for a full grown up person, in the main situations, three years are nothing more than three brief seasons seen on a calendar...

The difference between a 8 years old boy and a 12 years old boy is deep: many grades are between them. The same difference of four years can be ignored from people of 20 and 24, because the difference is more shaded.

If you're four, you're still at the kindergarten; when you're 8, instead, you write and read, you are asked to do homework, and you are proud about having stopped crying when your mom has gone away leaving you at school.

You can easily hear about how are precious are eyes and sight of a child: they see things in a simplified way that is very near to wisdom... Well, maybe could be like this, but you have to reflect on sigle cases: not all children are great 'springs' of wisdom. You can't say "all childen" do this and that.

I had a deep thought about this.

Undoubtably children's eye is hard to safe from growing up... But if you hear how precouis is the sight of a kid, at the same time you see an entire world that can't suffer people that see as children.
If you see a guy all dressed in colors, and not all black as all seem to be dressed nowadays, don't tell me you don't see him as a strange phenomenon or a freak. If you see a girl playing happiliy with dolls and with Lego toys, don't tell me you don't think strange things about her.
If you hear someone shouting how beautiful is the moon tonight, don't tell me you don't feel a bit suspicious about him or her.

That's it. If you take a new way or maybe just a different way, if you trust the thing about children's wisdom, you are seen as a crazy strange person... and it's not easy to live this way.

When I was 3 years old I decided to not grow up: I heared, that old time, about how was precious my own way to see the world... I was 3 years old, the 'perfect' age people used to say. So, my goal was to keep it in safe, and to show the world how precious a kid could be: I wanted to be threated as adults said kids had to be threated. I was sure I was the real embodiement of what I heard about being a child.

Obviously I was threated exactly as all other children: no explanations, hits and no rights, all responsibilities, exaggerate sense of guilty about things I could not manage at my age... and so on.

Now, with all my own experience, I see how deeply I misunderstood what I heared.
People said all great things about children, but they did not really trusted what they said. It was another way to say that childhood is a golden age, and to feel with less responsibilities.

If I was so good and perfect whan I was a child, and if adults lost all this perfection, how in the world they can be good in anything?
If I'm not perfect I'm justified, and I have nothing to explain, if I'm stupid and brainless.

It's because of all this I decided my main charachters would be children: my oldest character, Scarpa d'oro (Golden Shoe) is 12 years old, but he's a great thief, very far from being an angel or a generous fairy without faults. And Luca is an 11 years old killer. They're not all good or all bad. They're just children, even if they show the worst sides of being human.
They're smart, they're childish, they're not easy to handle. They're chldren, they're just kids.

Iinvented Scarpa d'oro when I was 9 years old, and Luca when I was 18.
I think my reasoning was good, even if I made it when I was not 10 years old.
Was I worth to be compared to a puppy? I don't think so, but also, we have to see case per case. Maybe come children feel really like dogs... But I think you have not to generalize, to see all children are like puppies or animals. If you say it, I'll argue with you.

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Monday, September 13, 2010 1:47:27 PM

During my all life, I have always been thinking I was an artist. An I still think I am the real thing.
But in one of the last books I read, I found a strange hint: my own drawings seems to be all symbols, all like children's drawings (the house with the triangualr roof, the pole-like tree, the pyramidal mountains etc) but evolved in years.

Then I read that people likes to see, in art, something they already know.
So, I ask myself if I have to start drawing all still-life and basket of fruit pictures... instead of my thousand worlds full of me... or full of what I think I am.

I'm far, very far from the real world.
I see dirty things coming up like they're good an positive ones, and friends ask you: what's wrong with it?

What's wrong with a show where everyone is shouting and saying bad things, in the very time you're eating your dinner?
What's wrong with someone who makes graffiti on Mona Lisa?
What's wrong with a pretty girl who sings a song with a serie of horrible burps?
What's wrong with a stupid T-Shirt who says the REAL love is only in poets' lines?

It's not fun, it's a mess, a damned mess.
I'm feared of a world like this. So I try to be out of it, if I can.

But it's not always possible, and, to say more, it does not fit to art.
An artist is supposed to be in his/her time, in his/her world; is supposed to be a sorta of scale for the temperature of the world. An artist is supposed to be IN his/her world's culture.

I feel I'm not.

Since I was very very little, I thought I had to mantain the childish features of sincere talking and of Fantasy.
Having no masters and almost no good teachers, I find myself having a fate, since I had decided I did not want to grow up.

Now I'm trying to see the world again, so I started copying from the real world (my room, photos, real things).

So, have I to draw all pears and apple and forget my all worlds?
No. I don't think so.

But this way, so new for me, it's the normal way of all artists, full-grown up and always in Galleries.

I'll put my new exercises here in my albums, but I think they're not art, only exercises.

Then, I'll read again Betty Edwards's book, to find other hints and see if I can have an evolution...

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This is my world

Friday, April 16, 2010 6:15:00 PM

I have more than hundred characters I invented during my life.
Most of them have not their own written story, but all of them appear here and there in my albums.

The oldest (and eldest) ones are The Four.
I invented them when I was 9 years old; I was playing all alone in our house, during the beautiful holiday in Pantelleria.

The first one was Solo, the savage boy.
He represents the Freedom, but also the Great Solitude. He's the youngest, he's only 7... but he's the head of the group, even against the vitually endless powers of Scarpa d'Oro.

The real opposite of him was the second born, Lino, older than him of one year, but more weak and less self-confident. Kind, educated, sweet... The strog opposition of personalitlies is a feature I love to use.

The third one was an idea bubbling in my mind those days: a boy who could work miracles, with a pair of amazing Golden Shoes; a kid, only 12 years old, but also a gentleman thief, naturally gifted, smart, ironic and with a powerful memory. He had no name, he was just Scarpa d'Oro.

Then, the last one was me, at that age I had in that period. She's Simona.
She's the mix of all them, and she's a girl.

...........
Another character you can see a lot of times is Fortuna. I known also as Numero1 (#1).
She's 15 years old, the same age I had when I invented her.

She's a genetically engeneered girl, but also a failed experiment.
Her life is an endless runaway: she escapes from the same people who created her, who want oly to study her, to change her... they can kill her, as a failed product.

She was projected to become very smart, loyal, obedient, a perfect product, maybe a soldier... but when she born, she was too different from the project: she could fly...
Not perfect as they wanted, with odd powers, and a strange interest in art...
Doctors and military organizations can't stare it...
So, she flies away, lives here and there, and dreams the day they stop chasing her.

............
More or less in the same period, I invented another character you can easily reckognize: a HalfDevil known as Nènika.
She's 15 years old too.
Her father kidnapped her Mom, a witch, and so Nènika born. He killed her Mom when she was very little, but, as a halfbreed, he has the power of a human and of a devil. Plus, her mother gave her a necklace. A magic gift nobody can steal from her and that only Nènika can use.
She fights to go out of Hell, and then, when she emerges from the Averno, meets a strange angel... An angel with human feelings...

This angel is Kaèl. I invented it when I was 17, so he has this age... well, his real age is 2017, but he seems a boy.
His story was not created to melt with Nènika's but I decided to do it: Kaèl had lived a period as a human. Now, an angel again, he still can love as a boy can do.
Coming to kill her, Kaèl spares Nènika...
Devils start to attack them both...
.............

Loving so much putting together opposite characters, I invented another strange couple.
The all violet and yellow cardinalwise dressed girl, La Maga, and the four winged girl, Ako.

La Maga is a thief. She has strange powers, but it's normal adn usual in her world.
The fact is she can't say how old she is, and why she has to steal... he lives it as a destiny she can't fight against. No memory of parents, family... or childhood.

She meets Ako (11 years old), the half-Hevirnak and half-Valianti girl. When kids are 11, in her mother's tribu, boys and girls have to leave their family...
Ako has powerful senses, she can see very far, and she also can guess exactly where her family is, even if they're very far.

Her father, a Valianti artisan, gave her the wings on the back, like angels; her mother, a Hevirnak worrior, gave her the wings under arms.
In their world, four wings mean The Goddess, so Ako is seen as a living sacred icon...
But not from La Maga.

They decide to live together... and Ako will help La Maga rid the mistery behind her and her origins.
La Maga seems to be always bored, with no light in life; Ako, instead, is full of positive energies and life.

Dreams are the key.
............

Some years ago a Princess born.
Her name was Ran Tia Noa, of the great and noble Kingdom of Amphitia, the State-city, the core of waters.
Once a day the volcano destroyed Amphitia... only Ran survived, and now she waits all her world coming back again... She does not know that too many years had passed from that sad day. She does not know she is now a 'Bambina dei Boschi' (a Woods' Child).
She can't die, even if she stays in her territory.

Her life is a day after another, hunting and fishing, and waiting for someone of her people returning back form the ashes.

She can breath underwater, as all the Royal family can do...
Her land is made of aquatic ruins, gardens, pools, woods, libraries... and no memories longer than 30 years.
Virtually she can live forever... forever waiting.
............

In 2008, during my internship, I invented Maia Withe-Thradt, the Janin.

A Janin is the opposite of a ninja: not good training, no rest, ignored individual skills...
Janins can do strange things: Maia, for an example, can hang on a wall like SpiderMan, but only with the power of Will...

Janins are almost slaves, hated and used by anybody. They're not considered as humans, but only tools to use, and to trash away when they're broken or useless.

Maia is a Janin, so she can do a lot of things, thanks the Janin mass-training. She can follow and repeat word by word two different speechs she hear together. She can write two texts with both hands...
But this is not a normal school, you know.
She's 30 years old, but seems a child.
Janins have only to obey, to follow their 'kapò' and to execute without thinking.
Maia dreams about a different life...

She knows her family; they gave her to the Janins, as they did with her brother Gagaku. She knows only his name, and she knows he's a Janin too... but they never met.
They both have no interest in meeting each other.

No friendship, no love. That's a Janin life.
.................

About the last four girls, I made also a cross-over. Each one was made to have a personal story... But if the idea is good, why not?
So Ran, Nènika, Maia and Fortuna met in Amphitia. After some terrible fights, they decide to live together, calling themselves the Amphitia Army.
..................

A common feature about the most of my characters is the fact they don't grow up as the others near them.
All of my creatures seem very very younger that they really are.

A great example of this is Comba, a very old character; I invented her when I was 12/14.
She was born as my own version of Mowgli or Tarzan: a female daughter of the jungle.
Then, when the story went on (it means that time passed for me), this character gained in meanings: she was not only a female version of a savage boy.
She had a family, in a village in Africa. She was adopted.

In this village, she was considered not a human, but little more than a pet. So she has been living between the jungle and the primitive civilization for all her childhood.

Only when she was 14, the elder of the village admitted her to the ceremony of the adult age, a strange ritual... Comba felt only fear of all this, nobody told her what was going on...She escaped the ceremony and nobody called her back. So now she's no more a child, and she's not yet a woman.

..........................

There are also some charcters I took by other people: I only changed them a bit.
Do you know Knuckles the Echidna?
Well. After reading a hundred of fan-fictions, I invented my own 10 chapters; then, after drawing him in 100 scenes, I tried to transform him in a human, taking ideas from an Italian fan-fiction, "Arma a doppio taglio" (something as "Double cut weapon").

In this story all Mobians were changed in humans, all their memories were erased, and they were sent on Earth. The only one spared of the lack of memory is Amy Rose. She was the main character in the original fan-fiction. But in mine is Knux the one.

He's the prototipe of the strong and honest man; I imagine him far from being ignorant. He has a bad temper but it's only because, as a Guardian, he had always been alone, always on duty, isolated from the normal life. My version of a hero.
........................

My last series are all only a brand new matter.
It's the first time in my life I invent an entire world and a lot of characters inspired directly to the real world and to persons really existed.

I'm talkng about the Album I named "Fantastica Italiana". This title comes from the mixing up of the "Symphonie Fantastique" (by Berlioz) and "L'Italiana" (by Mendelssohn).

After studying these two great authors, I decided to show my great admiration in the best way I can.
The fact such opposite personalities had met and could be friends, it's the spring who had gave me the start.

I put together a lot of characters, mixing up real musicians, portraiting them, and their creatures, squeezing time so 200 years can live together, and making all them follow main character's destiny.
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Prophetesslessness

Monday, February 15, 2010 5:39:10 PM

I'd like my works were totally understood.
They are not only drawings or stories: they're symbols of how I feel, of what I love and hate, of all my experiences and of what I think about the world.

They're a lot of characters; each of them has a personal story, a behaviour, a life.
And then, he's a symbol, connected with many others.
There are a lot of my own creations, and a group that's not original.

Many of them born totally from my mind; some of them are about well known characters taken by TV shows, cartoons, comics, anime, manga, books... some of them are inspired by real people.

You can easily see what is happening in any of my drawings, but it's hard to see how many energies I had to put to make them, and how many energies I see any time I watch them.
But nobody seems to have my own sensation.

It's not only the hard work, to make a good drawing with not enough time, and all self-thought.
It's the message.

I'd like to give passion, through them...
But it seems impossible.

I'll go on with the good work.
But I feel like the Prophet in his own land...

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Merry Christmas and happy new year!!

Thursday, December 24, 2009 12:46:03 AM

Felice anno nuovo!

Yeni iliniz kutlu olsun!

Sal mubarek!

Srecho novo leto!

Kale chronia!

Bonne et heureuse année!

Shin nen domedeto goisamasu!

Shanà tovà!

Prospero año nuevo!

Godt nytarr!

An nou fericit!

Ein gluckliches neus jahr!

Dewenetti!

Happy New year!

Mungu akubariki katika mwaka mpya!

SREĆNA NOVA GODINA!

Xin nian hao!

Hyvaa utta vuotta!

Szczesliwego nowego roku!

Manigong bagong taon!

S novym godom!

Anm said!

Feliz ano novo!

Boldog ujevet!

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Gothic Dream

Saturday, December 19, 2009 5:04:26 PM

Ero in un'altissima e scura cattedrale gotica.
Le navate erano ora libere, ora divise in grosse stanze da lunghissime tende pesanti, di velluto rosso, blu, verde, ricamate con decorazioni complicate d'oro. Una visuale dall'alto era da vertigine.

Somigliava a San Pietro, per grandezza, ma era piena d'ombra e poche luci brillavano fioche dagli angoli. Tutto era di fredda pietra e marmo nero, grigio e bianco.
Strani fedeli abbigliati con tuniche verdi, blu, rosse e coi bordi dorati, passeggiavano sul pavimento di marmo nero lucido, tutto decorato fitto fitto...
Erano vesititi DI tende...

Io ero l'unica a non avere una tunica addosso. Dei ragazzi, sempre in oro e colori sgargianti, cantavano o in piedi su delle panche da chiesa o davanti ad esse, alla maniera dei cori di bambini in una recita scolastica.

Improvvisamente il soffitto si è spalancato: come dei petali di un fiore, delle ali triangolari si sono aperte verso il basso.
Tutto è stato inondato di luce.

In un attimo mi sono accorta di stare a mezz'aria, e questa luce mi portava su; pareva una specie di raggio traente da fantascienza, mentre tutti in basso cantavano... cantavano senza badare a quello che stava accadendo, ma sembravano contenti, probabilmente se se l'aspettavano da un attimo all'altro...

Io venivo portata verso la luce: un tunnel soffice di nuvole verso un'abbagliante sensazione, fredda e calda insieme...

Stavo per vedere il paradiso... quando è suonata la sveglia.

Once upon a time I was in a dark and very high gothic cathedral.
Some naves were clear, some others were divided in rooms by long heavy curtains of red, blue and green velvet, all emboidered in gold.

The sight from the highest place offered a breathtaking vision.

It was as big as St Peter's cathedral, but it was full of shadows; few little lights were in the dark corners. All was cold stone and black, grey, white marble.

There were strange belivers, dressed in green, red or blu tunics, with golden decorations; they walked on the shining black marble floor, all adorned...
Their dresses were made of CURTAINS.

I was the only one who were not dressing a tunic. Some boys and girls, always in gold and bright colors, sang.
They stand on benchs or near to them, as they were children in a school recital.

Suddendly the high roof opened: as flower-petal, some triangular wings opened down.
All was flooded with light.

I realized I was in mid-air: this light was taking me, like a science-fictional tractor-ray, while all the boys and girls went on singing... they sang without caring about what was happening; they seem happy, as they was expecting this phenomenon...

I was flying to the open light: a soft tunnel all made of clouds, to a blinding sensation, cold and warm at the same time...

I was going to see the Heaven... when the clock's alarm rang.

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Home page and links

Tuesday, October 13, 2009 9:10:37 AM

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Welcome on my website!!!

Exhibitions:

2012: "Colori d'Italia", mostra di artisti Italiani a Silistra, Bulgaria.

2011: Uniart3, collettiva d'arte degli universitari di Ferrara

2011: Micro2, collettiva internazionale di micorarte, organizzato da Circuiti Dinamici.
http://microbo.wall.fm/user/Hirpina81

2011: "TrentaTrenta" della Galleria L'Acanto, Milano, con l'opera "Tre Cieli"

2011: "Made in Italy" con l'opera made in Italy "Oro Blu"

2011 giugno, 10: "I Quattro Elementi, fonti di energia", presso la Galleria Spazio L'Altrove della dottoressa Francesca Mariotti; (dal 10 al 25 giugno).

2010 giugno, 13: Festival Artistico "Talenti in dialogo", Ferrara

2009, maggio-giugno, Ferrara, Castello Estense, UniArt2

2009, maggio-giugno, concorso fotografico, BraviAutori, "Invisibili"

2008, luglio-agosto: Ho partecipato alla rassegna fotografica organizzata da Rex Extensa, sul tema "Il Corpo e l'Architettura" con la foto "L'occhio" (una rielaborazione di una foto-scorcio del Castello di Ferrara, visto dalla sala Imbarcadero numero 1).

2008, dal 6 al 15 giugno, Ferrara, Castello Estense, Mostra "UniArt"

2005, marzo-aprile, Ferrara, Mammuth (nuova facoltà di Medicina), "Manto Divino"

2003, maggio, Ferrara, Mammuth (nuovi istituti Biologici), Mostra "Pietre di Confine"

2003, maggio, Ferrara, Centro Sussidi didattici, Mostra "Sassi sospesi"

Collaborazioni:

2012, archivio e segreteria per la signora Maria Adelaide Castiglione.

2011, da marzo ad oggi: lavoro di archivio e segreteria per alcuni libri di Maria Adelaide Castiglione e per la sistemazione del suo carteggio.

2011, 2012: collaborazione con la Galleria Spazio d'Arte L'Altrove della dottoressa Francesca Mariotti. Lavoro al computer (contatti artisti ed archivio).

2011, gennaio: preparazione di un logo per un'azienda di pannelli fotovoltaici di Colle Sannita (BN).

2010 maggio, giugno, luglio, agosto, settembre: lavoro sulle illustrazioni dei racconti Dal Filo D'Oro
di Maria Adelaide Castiglione Bianchi

2010, maggio: lavoro su un logo per "Orfeo", che diventa "L'ostile libero"
http://issuu.com/ostilelibero/docs/ostile_18pag

2010, aprile; 2011 giugno: le mie immagini pubblicate qui http://www.hberlioz.com/Photos/BerliozPhotos5h.html , grazie alla dottoressa Monir Tayeb.

2010, febbraio: lavoro alle illustrazioni per un libro per bambini (attualmente in corso), e per la copertina di un giornalino universitario, "Orfeo".

2009, novembre: partecipo al concorso della Feltrinelli "128 battute, microletteratura".

2009, settembre: dal 23 al 28, collaborazione con la Galleria Spazio d'Arte L'Altrove.

2009, ottobre: due illustrazioni per il libro di Gaia Tarini "Morfina", capitoli 22 e 23, per Eumeswil.

2009, ottobre: schizzi per le illustrazioni per una favola di Sara Alberinti.

2009: creo la locandina per la mostra personale dell'artista Terry May, nel chiostro di San Paolo, piazzetta Schiatti, Ferrara.

2008: autunno, collaboro con la Galleria dell'Uva per l'allestimento delle mostre nell'ambito della Quarta Biennale internazionale d'arte di Ferrara.
Sono anche custode delle mostre.

2008, 20 luglio: Ho dato un titolo ad un'opera del pittore e poeta Pietro Barbera, "Tenda Gioiello".

2005: Illustrazione per la rivista del Centro Sussidi Didattici di Ferrara, "La Cisterna"

1999: Colaborazione per l'illustrazione e la creazione di una vetrata artistica, nella bottega di vetrate artistiche di Leo Del Giacomo, Ariano Irpino.

1998: Rivista studentesca del Liceo Classico Pietro Colletta di Avellino, "Moly"

1998: Progetto per una vetrata per una cappella

Upper Waystage Certificate in Wall Street institute, in june 2008

Info e contatti:

marcella.acone@student.unife.it

047399@student.unife.it

hirpina81@libero.it

Sono Hirpina - Diari Oscuri su
http://www.gigarte.com/iscritto/index.php?username=hirpina

Ho un profilo su:
http://microbo.wall.fm/user/Hirpina81

I am Kotani in another site full of my creations:
http://www.knuckles.truered.net/fans/art/kotani/

Sono anche su Facebook: Marcella Emma Acone

Ho anche un posto su my.space (diari_oscuri) ma ci sono solo degli articoli.

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Links...

There are all my stories:

http://www.pennadoca.net/pennadoca/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&id=105:narrativi&Itemid=72&layout=default -->la Biblioteca

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TITLES:

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Sogno o vita?

Viaggiatori degli specchi

Aika

Fly, Ako!

Angel Dust

La prova

La vendetta di un angelo

Document (la parodia di una storia spaziale)

Mani (la storia tipo '1984' o 'Brazil', ancora da correggere)
(Work in progress)

La perla e il coccodrillo (una favola, un piccolo esperimento)

Here they are my own stories and fan-fictions; they're all in Italian.
But you can enjoy the pictures!

http://www.braviautori.com/paure-di-giugno.html
A little poetic anthology

Sonic-verse creations:
http://www.knuckles.truered.net/fans/art/kotani/

The Hector Berlioz's site:

http://www.hberlioz.com

http://www.hberlioz.com/arts/index.htm

http://www.hberlioz.com/others/music.htm

http://www.hberlioz.com/arts/Berlioz-ma3.htm

My Space
http://www.myspace.com/diari_oscuri

Presente su Facebook come Marcella Emma Acone

This is a video... me, drawing. I am the artist and the cameraman! Sorry, it's not very good.
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.channel&channelID=455136709&MyToken=180dd964-271e-4f57-935b-fc50fcf5d194
Other videos by Hirpina81...

Per informazioni sulle malattie rare: c'è ancora qualcuno che muore per una diagnosi errata...
http://morbodiaddison.forumcity.it/viewtopic.php?p=1439&sid=2f41a7e743e2cd34f72c428caf97f39e

Full of art:
www.artelaltrove.it
http://www.francescama.jimdo.com/
http://www.ilbullone.com/lavori.html

Il sito della mia maestra di origami, Eiko Masui.
http://www.arcobalenorigami.com

A story from Throor:
http://geshwa.splinder.com/
Un racconto fantasy.

Another site full of stories... all in Italain:
http://www.riccardomerendi.altervista.org/

More drawings on
http://melian86.deviantart.com/

In this site you've to put on you life vest, 'a ciambella!!!
http://terry-may.spaces.live.com

http://diariodiviaggio.voloscontato.it/mangiare-e-bere/posada-de-saragalu-altavilla-irpina.php
Un posto che vi consiglio!

Sites under construction

http://www.emoteworld.com/

http://www.irascibile.blogspot.com/

Marble Garden zone: soundtrack from Sonic 3
Versione Italiana di Knuckleduster, by Marcella Acone

Piombato qui
Nella mia vita un dì
Un uomo che
La vita tiene dietro sé

In corse e salti e vertigini
Senza memoria e origini

Vendendo me
In lotta col mio mondo
Credette che
La vita è un gioco anche per me

Antiche storie, enigmi
Segreti tengo in me

Ma qualcosa unì il suo passo al mio
E da allora nulla è uguale più
Un nuovo mondo di avventure al limite
Di corpo e spirito.

Original version by Daniel Baradowsky, Project Chaos

I've gotta know
who takes a life for free?
Some kind of man,
I know would tell her openly

I know your eyes expand
I won't lead you by the hand

I'll ask again,
Pleas, is there anybody free?
A foreign land
Why don't they speak to me?

I know your eyes expand
We can't lead you by the hand

Know you're knuckleduster and you're caught in a relapse now
with eyes half opened a trail of head crumbs,
tell me again where are you from.

I hope you'll enjoy them.

http://www.facebook.com/platform for Assundham - Rosalia Porcaro

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