The Blue Scrolls are illustrated chapters that first appeared in the form of posters and short stories. They come to life through a generative process, where I start to develop a print or a painting and a story comes to mind. The goal is to connect these visual and written narratives into a coherent whole, without compromising their individual value. Once the series is completed (8 seems to be a good number, but I can't promise anything) the stories, their illustrations and a log of the process will be published in a book (and an audio book, as I love reading and making background music).

The Final Clash

The battle of the Mighty Giraffe and the Witch of Bubbles took place in the In-Between Universe, at the extreme upper left corner of the Trentulon Galaxy and didn't come as a shock to the denizens of all the twelve kingdoms of the eight known dimensions. It didn't shock them, as they had been expecting it for some time, but it did shake their planets, that were hit by unprecedented earthquakes that lasted a millennium. [read more]


A Bird's Hunger

At the edge of the marsh, a girl with a long crinoline dress was marching among the thinning reeds, jumping over the little streams that rushed along toward the sea.

A dragonfly the color of old copper and river-glass followed the girl, and despite its frantic winging it struggled to keep up. Still it found time to tilt its head, as if the world were a riddle worth solving.

The girl, both fierce and awkward, marching like bobbing fire through the uneven marshlands, was thought by some to be a princess, coming as she did from a household of tapestries and velvet curtains, while others called her a witch, because she had been seen talking to the moon and nodding to the wind. [read more]

Part(y)ings and Meetings

On Ibikonos, nothing ever ended. The days didn't last long and the nights felt like an eternal fluctuation between sunset and dawn. The beats were hard and gravity optional after midnight.

The Mighty Giraffe belonged there. He wore mirror sunglasses and Hawaiian shirts tailored by beings with six arms and no sense of restraint. And that was how he danced across the span of three dance floors, knocking over a moon here and there, while he casually sipped drinks that fizzed, drinks that glowed, and drinks that changed form. [read more]

The Mission

When the Consulate of Intergalactic Space issued a Code Red for planet Vivellia's purple veil – the heavy mist that covered Liminal Basin V3 and protected the privacy of dreams – the High Head Dragon, who besides being the most sought-after fog artisan the galaxies had ever seen was also a highly skilled diplomat responsible for maintaining the Atmospheric Vibes of the entire Stage Left of the Trentulon Galaxy, decided with characteristic efficiency and minimal paperwork to assign the matter to his old acquaintance the Mighty Giraffe [...] [read more]