Eva Del Casale

28/07/2026

From a walk to a fanzine. This is how a little graphic novel is born. 👣📖

You don't need a studio to create. Sometimes all it takes is a walk and a memory that wants to take shape.

You'll hear me reading the text in Italian, with a brass band playing somewhere in the distance. It felt like the right voice for this story.

I gave myself one rule: weave three random words into the text: *crack, band, chimera*. A constraint that sounded absurd but ended up giving me a structure to build everything else on.

Then I pulled up the atmosphere of my recent trip to , letting those feelings resurface on the page. The text came first, and from there I built the images. Word by word, scene by scene, until it became the fanzine you see overlaid in the video.

Next experiment? Same game, but with memories from my time on a . 🥹

19/06/2026

06/06/2026

She holds the world in one hand and a pomegranate in the other.
Both are full of seeds.
Both demand a price.
The Queen of Pentacles does not dream of abundance.
She is abundance.
And abundance is never soft.

Every pentacle is earned.
Dot by dot. Hour by hour.
The eyes that drew her look like hers now.

24/05/2026

Some people walk into a room.
Others change the air.

The Queen of Wands doesn’t chase attention.

She is the kind of woman who has survived herself so many times that she stopped asking for permission.

She simply stopped chasing what refused to see her.

People will mistake her strength for arrogance.
Her boundaries for coldness.
Her independence for an inability to love.

They are wrong.

The Queen of Wands arrives when it is time to stop making yourself smaller just to make others comfortable.

Not everyone will understand her light, her fire.

She was not born to keep everyone warm.

23/05/2026

Creating monster on a Saturday night

23/05/2026

Some people light up a room.

Others make the shadows step aside.

The Queen of Wands doesn’t want the spotlight.
She is the spotlight.

Charisma that doesn’t ask for attention.
Desire that moves with direction.
Will that doesn’t hesitate.

The force of someone who walked through chaos
without letting it rewrite her heart.

Some people warm you.
Others burn you.
She does both.

And then..
She makes you realize
you were never fully awake
until she looked at you.

21/05/2026

Some people talk to fill the silence.

Others have learned to use it like a blade.

The King of Swords doesn't chase.
Doesn't convince.
Doesn't hold on.

He watches.
He weighs.
He cuts away everything that cannot bear the weight of truth.

He has lost enough to stop confusing noise with presence.
Promises with facts.
Intensity with depth.

He is not cold.

He has survived enough to become precise.

And some people will call him distant,
simply because they can no longer reach him where he used to live.