Unfortunately, I can not draw, I’m really no good at it.
The only things that I’m able to draw are houses with chimney, little stick man and mountains with, in the background, a slice of the sun that rises.
But, honestly, I’ve never really cared for it, I can do other useful things, now I can’t think about not even of this, but, oh well, we understand each other.
When I come across illustrators like Francesco Ciccolella, Austrian with Italian origins, I think about how I’d be able to trace two lines whit a sense on paper.
His illustrations are simple: a few lines, net color, few subjects on neutral backgrounds.
Despite this, they are able to tell a lot of stories in a poetic and dreamlike way, in the middle the man and his way of communicating, or not to do so.