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.

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!!!!!

domenica 5 luglio 2015

Melanie J. Cook

VII - Carro/Chariot
The Owl and The Pussycat by Edward Lear
When I heard about this project my first thought was that I wanted to illustrate my favourite poem of all time - The Owl and the Pussy Cat by Edward Lear. My daughter was thrilled too, because it's also her poem. Although she was quite shocked when she discovered that I hadn't asked for The Lovers, which was the card she thought they'd be perfect for. I thought they'd be perfect for The Chariot, with their beautiful pea green boat being pulled by spiraling, foaming, waves of seahorses, over the crest of a wave... That was a chariot if ever there was one!
So, here's my The Chariot, by (Edward Lear and) Melanie J Cook.
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

The pea green boat climbs over the waves,
The climb it isn't easy,
Seahorses strain, and buck their reins,
And Pussy-cat starts to feel queasy.
The Owl looks out over foam all around,
And whoooos to calm the horses
Seahorses respond to the tranquil sound.
And the boat she crests the wave,
The wave,
The wave.
And the boat she crests the wave.

The trick, says the owl to this ride of ours,
Is not to fight the squall,
Coax horses gently, and they'll pull our boat strongly,
Fight them and they'll stall.
They tumble and spiral, and flow with the waves,
And pull us safe to shore,
To shore,
To shore.
They pull us safe to shore.