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Guerriero Con Lancia

Guerriero Con Lancia / Elia Romanov - Pencil on Paper

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Blessed Animals - The Rooster

"Truly, I tell you, before the rooster crows, you will deny Me three times”

(Gospel)

Elia Romanov - The Rooster / Blue Ink on Paper

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Toccata e Fuga

Mister Bach era al bar del centro a guardare le turiste. Non era un area protetta, non esisteva una tregua per il ripopolamento della selvaggina. Quel genere di caccia era sempre aperta e le straniere di passaggio del chi mai si rivedrà, consentivano ogni possibile errore d'approccio per lo scarso valore effettivo di qualsiasi probabile figura di merda. Questa cosa piaceva molto a mister Bach, perché la reputazione non si perde con le sconosciute. Generalmente venivano al bar per spezzare la noia del giro turistico obbligatorio. E per noi era obligatorio offrirle da bere. In realtà ci pensava mister Bach, dopotutto era lui che non poteva farne a meno. La mia presenza gli dava coraggio, ma non era necessaria. Ovviamente se le ospiti erano più di una, a mister Bach gli facevo comodo, e in gruppo ci si divertiva sempre molto.

Per queste occasioni avevo il mio foulard di seta pronto a dare un'aria barocca affine all'eleganza del locale. Era il mio biglietto da visita, del tipo toccalo e capisci di che stoffa sono fatto. Bastava una spinta a mister Bach che a sua volta ruzzolava sulla straniera in procinto di bere ed eccoti servito il mio foulard. E mentre lei si asciuga, mister Bach per scusarsi fa un po' lo scemo, imitando le statue di tutto il centro storico. Lei sorride perché quelle statue le ha appena viste e sembra capire tutto anche se mister Bach non spiccica una parola...

Mister Bach infatti non parlava, la sua arte era musica su un pentagramma nostrano punterellato da semicrome straniere con la coda lunga e felina. Una melodia drammatica al di là di ogni previsione, perché dietro lo scherzo c'era davvero l'ostinazione a dominare l'impresa, un mordente sopra ogni apertura, che fosse mora o bionda, e sulle rosse raddoppiava la puntata. Una toccata e fuga, la filosofia del latin lover.

Elia Romanov (testo e illustrazione)

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Unkempt Self-Portrait

Unkempt Self-Portrait - Elia Romanov / Pencil on Paper

The wind of change blows on the last beach It raises the dust and ruffles the hair It erases the past and it's no fair The wind of silent words which I used to speak

Elia Romanov

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Stillleben am Morgen Rot

Elia Romanov - Stillleben am Morgen Rot / Pencil on Paper

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The Cool of the Dawn and Happy Feet

Elia Romanov - feet collage / Huawei Triple Camera + fotor app

Deep in the last days of the waning moon routine Through every light and dirty mood In the scene of a middle September's dawn I felt myself particularly rude and lonely like a swan I was sitting on the windowsill To let the breeze cool up my feet Without any thrill for the deadly village Without any noise along the street Ghosts no longer know who to scare Rarely they do , rarely they dare

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The Sparks of Creativity

Body Studies - Elia Romanov / Pencil on Paper

The sketches are the sparks of creativity. I wish my desk like a starry sky. With the dawn the world takes shape. Everything appears under a divine illusion, and from the reality we got enough to look for the truth behind. Our artwork is useless!! At least sketches are pure sparks between dream and reality.

Elia Romanov

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K176

The woman had golden curls, and few hairs of them were lost in the garden, like genetic tracks, like gold rails heading to tiny entrance of an entire settlement of ants. A hole in the ground as big as the most embarrassing pimple of your entire adolescence. A small hole circumscribed by a ring of earth, the door of a underground empire.

A group of ants was busy dragging kibble left on the plate by Barsik. He had licked his mustache just after two croquettes, leaving the annoyed woman in front of the plate still full. It was evident that Barsik had already his launch. He woken up in the late morning after the hunting night and his belly was filled enough to turn him lazy lazy. Dina followed him out of the corner of her eyes and scratched her head. At that moment two hairs fell out near the Barsik plate.

Elia Romanov - Ants and Croquette / Huawei Triple Camera

Some ants were already intent on stocking up, one of them, K176, had noticed that golden thread and was attracted by the thought of making it a nice gift for the queen. K176 grabbed the hair between its strong fangs and began to pull. It wasn't particularly heavy, he felt he could do it on his own and the idea of bringing that gift to the queen without anyone's help gave him more strength than he naturally had. During the trasport, the hair turned and intertwined between the leaves and the stems. The ant flew behind, tight to the mouth by the blocked hair. However, his determination prompted him to continue, although the nearest entrance to the lair was still too far.

Other ants bothered him, cutting him way, biting his antennae or grabbing the golden trophy to pull it in the opposite direction. It was evident that no one wanted to help him. Rather they were trying in every way to discourage him, by telling him that the hair was useless to survive the winter. It wasn't even good as a dental floss! But K176 was stubborn, believing that such a gift to the queen was worth more than all the provisions for the winter.

The harder he tried to follow his intentions,the more difficult became his work, because the golden hair had curled and was getting stuck in the blades of grass. He was at the end of his strength when he reached the entrance to the lair. Suddenly a group of ants blocked his way. They were running out to call all the working ants with enthusiastic noises. "What happened?" they all asked. Waves of ants from every corner of the lawn flew towards the main entrance of the lair, and within seconds the hustle and bustle turned into a big party. The queen's egg had hatched and a prince was born, healthy and handsome! As soon as K176 heard the news, he hurried to enter the den and reach the royal air with his golden hair in his mouth, which became during the whole travel a beautiful knot. The guardian ants let him in, it was evident that the gift gave him any permission, but the official announcement of the golden knot of Dina's hair in all the royal halls was for K176 a big surprise which filled his heart of pride. How immense his happiness became when within a few hours a group of royal ants came with a medal to decorate him and make him part of the court? The queen displayed the golden knot in front of the royal entrance to let all the ants know that a prince was born and that the empire was saved !

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Storia della drammatica fine di un rapporto in tre atti

L'attesa di qualcosa ha già infranto la monotonia. 

L'uomo aspetta l'evento come un lottatore dinanzi al suo avversario. Ma ogni cosa si muove alle sue spalle. Questo è il principio della sua inconsistenza. 

Ho avuto pietà per questa misera solitudine, ma la compagnia che gli ho regalato è finita in un litigio perverso e persistente. Si batte credendo di farmi giustizia senza sapere di aver distrutto la mia misericordia. Trascina la sua vittima e lascia le impronte come ultime pennellate nelle notti di settembre.

Perlomeno il colore del ricordo di una morte passeggera. Il quarto atto è una variante. 

L’attesa. Il rapporto. La drammatica fine del rapporto. (Olio su tela)

Testo ed Opera Pittorica di Elia Romanov