I love these Alices by Maria Bubleva.
They bring us the sensation that we can dive into them with the
conviction that the story continues beyond the borders. They make me
tickle to dream together.
Serendipitier ‘What is the use of a book’, tought Alice, ‘without pictures or conversations?’ This provocative question still reverberates in each illustrated Alice I met in “time magine” travels. If Virginia Woolf was right when she wrote that both Alices are not books for children but books in which we became children (1) – we are challanged to face Alice illustrations always anew with the potential wonder, imagination and curiosity of a dreamchild. Curiouser and curiouser!
In a treasure hunting in labyrinthine weblands following the clues gave me by a friendly white rabbit I met the queer golden gleamy Alices of Maria Bublova. Love at first sight. Her Alice illustrations are carriers of this call. They nourish the source of enchantment from children in the becomings of Alice in her long to reach the loveliset garden ever seen. She calls not the children we were, not a formula or receipt, but the ones we become while constantly reinventing ourselves.
I began to analyse the aesthetic choices and formal structures of each picture when suddenly, alas! I went trough the page like a looking glass vortex, a deck of portals in a vibrant quest following their magical topography. I found out that the paths in these pictures are also hosts, conductors that invite us to enter the picture expanding the landscape beyond the margins of the pages. A travel that continues invisibly, following the golden river and the yellow brick roads.
In a sensual contemplation of their color pallete, there is something magical about that colorful skies in their blend of yellows, reds and oranges constrating with the vegetable greens. Alice herself do not dresses blue, but yellow in looking glass game or a chess board dress in wonderland quest integrating herself with the enviroment of the dream that we are able to partake. Walter Benjamin once sugested beautifully: "The colorful image causes the childhood fantasy immerse dreaming in itself.” (2)
When I face Alices by Maria Bubleva, they bring the sensation that we can dive into them with the conviction that the story continues beyond the borders. They make me tickle to dream together. They bring the once upon a time mist that invites imagination to goes trough. Now I call again the arcane master Walter Benjamin who knew how to inhabit old children’s illustrated books and find their hidden treasures:
“The child penetrates things during contemplation, as cloud that permeates the colorful splendor of this pictorial world. Facing its illustrated book, the child puts into practice the art of accomplished Taoists: overcame the illusory wall of surface and sneaking between tissues and colorful backstages, enters a stage where the tale of wonders lives.” (3)
1 - WOOLF, Virginia . Lewis Carroll, 1939. In. Aspects of Alice. P.48
2 - BENJAMIN, Walter. "A Glimpse into the World of Children's Books". In. Selected Writings, Volume 1, 1913-1926. “A imagem colorida faz com que a fantasia infantil mergulhe sonhando em si mesma.”
3 - BENJAMIN, Walter. “A própria criança penetra nas coisas durante o contemplar, como nuvem que se impregna do esplendor colorido desse mundo pictórico. Diante do seu livro ilustrado, a criança coloca em prática a arte dos taoistas consumados: vence a parede ilusória da superficie e, esgueirando-se por entre tecidos e bastidores coloridos, adentra um palco aonde vive o conto maravilhoso.”
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