Il Museo

Il Museo è collocato in un suggestivo palazzo storico del 1600, completamente restaurato, posto tra Bologna e Pistoia, immerso nel verde. Questa struttura, oltre ad una ricca collezione permanente, offre una serie di eventi culturali e mostre che saranno organizzate all’interno del Museo, ma anche in altre sedi.
Ogni visita sarà una vera sorpresa, anche perché è personalizzata. Infatti Morena ed Ernesto Vi accompagneranno all’interno di questa foresta di simboli, tutta da scoprire… e per questo motivo ricordate che occorre la prenotazione.
VI ASPETTIAMO!

The Museum is set in an enchanting historical building of 1600, completely restored, situated between Bologna and Pistoia, among the woods.
This building, apart from being a rich permanent collection, offers a series of cultural events and exhibitions which will be organized not only inside the Museum, but also in the other centres.
Each visit will be a real surprise, also because it is personalized. In fact, Morena and Ernesto will accompany you inside this forest of symbols, all to discover….and for this reason please remember that reservation is needed.
Looking forward to seeing you!!!!!

sabato 13 giugno 2015

John Glock

John Glock V The Hierophant
Lord of the Flies

(Disclaimer: Interpretations herein are my own and may not necessarily reflect your own interpretation of the Hierophant.)
I've depicted Simon in the scene which gives the book its title. A mother pig has been hunted and killed by a group of boys who are stranded on an island after a terrible plane crash. They stake her head on a stick as a gift to what they call "The Beast". Simon watches the incident in the shadows of the surrounding jungle. Flies gather around the pig's head.
"You are a silly little boy," said the Lord of the Flies, "just an ignorant, silly little boy."
Simon moved his swollen tongue but said nothing.
"Don't you agree?" said the Lord of the Flies. "Aren't you just a silly little boy?"
Simon answered him in the same silent voice.
"Well then," said the Lord of the Flies, "you'd better run off and play with the others. They think you're batty. You don't want Ralph to think you're batty, do you? You like Ralph a lot, don't you? And Piggy, and Jack?"
Simon's head was tilted slightly up. His eyes could not break away and the Lord of the Flies hung in space before him.
"What are you doing out here all alone? Aren't you afraid of me?"
Simon shook.
"There isn't anyone to help you. Only me. And I'm the Beast."
Simon's mouth labored, brought forth audible words.
"Pig's head on a stick."
"Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!" said the head. For a moment or two the forest and all the other dimly appreciated places echoed with the parody of laughter. "You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are what they are?"
The laughter shivered again.
"Come now," said the Lord of the Flies, "Get back to the others and we'll forget the whole thing."
Simon's head wobbled. His eyes were half closed as though he were imitating the obscene thing on the stick. He knew that one of his times was coming on. The Lord of the Flies was expanding like a balloon.
"This is ridiculous. You know perfectly well you'll only meet me down there -- so don't try to escape!"
Simon's body was arched and stiff. The Lord of the Flies spoke in the voice of a schoolmaster.
"This has gone quite far enough. My poor, misguided child, do you think you know better than I do?"
There was a pause.
"I'm warning you. I'm going to get angry. D'you see? You're not wanted. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island! So don't try it on, my poor misguided boy, or else --"
Simon found he was looking into a vast mouth. There was blackness within, a blackness that spread.
"--Or else," said the Lord of the Flies, "we shall do you? See? Jack and Roger and Maurice and Robert and Bill and Piggy and Ralph. Do you. See?"
Simon was inside the mouth. He fell down and lost consciousness.

Although Simon looks at us in the card, he is also looking at himself, who is looking at the Lord of the Flies. The Lord of the Flies gazes toward the sky. The three elements of the soul present the conflict between the nature of wisdom and the nature of mercy. This is the journey of the Hierophant. How can we know the darkness in our soul? How can we forgive it? How can we share this wisdom with others? How can we forgive them? What can we do with our silent voices? Do you. See?


John Glock was born and raised in Montana. He has a Bachelor's of Arts in Philosophy with a focus on film and aesthetic theory. He is the creator of The Eternal Dream Tarot Deck. The Eternal Dream Tarot has no numbers or titles to the cards and is meant to free the tarot reader from purely classical or collective interpretations. Thus, The Eternal Dream Tarot stresses individual associations to the artwork bringing the reader's consciousness nearer to "being" and further from memorizing. The Eternal Dream Tarot is rendered in rich, detailed pen and ink, as is most of John's artwork. The Eternal Dream Tarot and most of John's other creations are available for viewing or free download via his weblog at www.codefreespirit.com. John also enjoys writing, filmmaking, martial arts, role-playing games, and photography. He worked many years in mental health care and is currently seeking a career in the fine art/illustration field.

I'm an Artist/Filmmaker with a B.A. in Film & Aesthetic Philosophy. I'm also an Aquarius-Pisces cusp with a Virgo moon, so I'm utterly insane in a very incorporated way. I suppose you could say, I work well with chaos. Other boxes I've found myself in; Myers-Briggs Personality: INFP; Keirsey Temperment Indicator: Idealist Healer. However, I'm completely idealistically unidealistic and totally skeptical of skepticism. Caution: contradictions at work here. I break down artistic expression into three main categories: beauty, empathy, and morality. The most meaningful art combines all three into a holistic expression verging on or falling into the unknowable sublime (that is to say, a world beyond description). I seek to protect this unknown because if love, death, and God exist anywhere, they must be in the unknown. In fact without the unknown, our lives would have no meaning. Sito web.