FRANCESCA DA SACCO Portfolio

2010 is the children's books year

2010-12-13T00:43:00.000-08:00

HAVE a tEa!

2010-08-10T23:42:00.000-07:00

ILLUSTRATIONS of this last year

2010-04-13T09:05:00.000-07:00

aboutDEATH colors

2009-08-05T02:08:00.000-07:00

aboutDEATH primi colori

2009-06-25T00:49:00.000-07:00

About DEATH

2009-04-07T01:00:00.000-07:00

La Strada dei Passi Perduti

2009-02-25T09:07:00.000-08:00

Una storia a cui sto lavorando.
Parla di quelli che si perdono nella strada della Vita, di come sia facile arrivare ad un binario morto e di come, a volte, sia più comodo cullarsi nell'Illusione della felicità, anziché cercarla per davvero.

A story I'm working on, about the ones who loose themselves on the Road of Life.

It's so easy to come to a dead end, so easy to rock yourself in the Illusion of happiness, instead to really look for it.

Un Ballo in Maschera

2008-12-11T10:00:00.000-08:00

BAMBOLE DI CARNE (un assaggio)

2008-12-10T00:15:00.000-08:00

Bambole di Carne non è un documentario che parla di abusi sui bambini, ma una favola, che mostra qualcosa di (tragicamente) reale in maniera irreale.

C'è il paese senza nome e senza tempo, il piccolo eroe dalla nascita miracolosa, una manciata di bizzarri personaggi, fanciulle da salvare e l'orco da sconfiggere, ma l'aria da fiaba non nasconde il tema scottante.

Gettato via alla nascita, come un sacchetto d'immondizia, Simon viene salvato (per modo di dire) e cresciuto in una gabbia, come quelle in cui crescono i polli. Venduto ad un ladro, finisce nella casa di un pedofilo, che usa i bambini per il proprio piacere, privandoli della loro innocenza e umanità, mutandoli in bambole.

Publié en Italie par Ed.Arcadia en 2008, c'est un volume unique de 46 pages, écrit et dessiné par
Francesca de Sacco. L'histoire parle des abus sur les enfants, mais - sans rien cacher au thème traité -elle est racontée comme si c’était une conte de fées.
De toute façon le livre n'est pas pour enfants.

(Bambole di Carne en française)
traduzione di Gino Marchetti

Illustrazioni per Simon -Bambole di Carne

2008-09-13T10:14:00.001-07:00

Copertina

2008-09-05T09:06:00.000-07:00

Dovrebbe essere la definitiva.

Simon again

2008-04-10T08:25:00.000-07:00

little red cap

2008-03-28T00:30:00.000-07:00

ONCE upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by every one who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little cap of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called "Little Red-Cap."

One day her mother said to her, "Come, Little Red-Cap, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing; and when you go into her room, don't forget to say, 'Good-morning,' and don't peep into every corner before you do it."

"I will take great care," said Little Red-Cap to her mother, and gave her hand on it.

The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red-Cap entered the wood, a wolf met her. Red-Cap did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.

"Good-day, Little Red-Cap," said he.

"Thank you kindly, wolf."

"Whither away so early, Little Red-Cap?"

"To my grandmother's."

"What have you got in your apron?"

"Cake and wine; yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger."

"Where does your grandmother live, Little Red-Cap?"

"A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood; her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below; you surely must know it," replied Little Red-Cap.

The wolf thought to himself, "What a tender young creature! what a nice plump mouthful -- she will be better to eat than the old woman. I must act craftily, so as to catch both." So he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red-Cap, and then he said, "See Little Red-Cap, how pretty the flowers are about here -- why do you not look round? I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing; you walk gravely along as if you were going to school, while everything else out here in the wood is merry."

Little Red-Cap raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, she thought, "Suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay; that would please her too. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time;" and so she ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers.

And whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.

SIMON - watercolors

2008-02-26T07:21:00.000-08:00

I Mostri di Simon

2008-02-26T00:27:00.000-08:00

La bozza, con matita ed acquerello nero.
E la versione a colori, che andrà sul retro del volume.

SIMON altre tavole

2008-02-06T06:00:00.000-08:00

Simon cover

2008-01-09T23:28:00.000-08:00

La versione bozza:

E la versione colorata.

SIMON - Bambole di Carne

2007-12-11T00:01:00.000-08:00

Prime tavole della storia che vedrà la luce nell'autunno 2008 (questo fine settimana conoscerò la data un po' più precisa, forse ^^ )
Queste sono matite.

STORIE DI ANIMALI

2007-11-29T01:37:00.000-08:00

Una delle storie pubblicate sull'albetto LA FATTORIA LUNGARGINE, clikka sulle tavole per averle abbastanza grandi da permettere la lettura.
I colori sono di Manuela Soriani.

L'UOMO NERO

2007-11-28T23:59:00.001-08:00

E' una storia che ho in cantiere da alcuni anni, tuttora in attesa di pubblicazione.
Inchiostri in attesa di colori.

Queste ultime sono ancora solo a matita.