Hunting Alice

Hunting new Alices for me is an endless adventure. Desire and obsession. One Alice after another put in action my need to recreate myself and see the same always different.

Each page in each book is a door in a paradoxical cartography. When we arrive at the end, we cross the last page that remains forever open. The inside and the outside of Alice books are mingled.

A bookshelf is a labyrinth, full of mysterious paths. Everytime we open them, the books changes. I'm sure that during the night hunderds of Alices come out of the books to participate in strange and secret rituals in a wood where things have no names. Am I the one to visit the books at night?

Illustrations never fit in the texts, instead, make us create new stories. Each book, multiple Alices, new Alices are born all the time. Sometimes I sleep over my Alice books, expecting them to feed my wonder dreams.

Adriana Peliano

Alice chapters trough my collection

1. Down the Rabbit Hole

De loss Mc Graw

2. The Pool of Tears

Marina Peliano

3. A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale

Lewis Carroll

4. The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill

Camille Rose

5. Advice from a Caterpillar

Jan Svankmajer

6. Pig and Pepper

Alain Gauthier

7. A Mad Tea-Party

Nicole Claveloux

8. The Queen's Croquet-Ground

Trevor Brown

9. The Mock Turtle's Story

Jonathan Miller

10. The Lobster Quadrille

Anthony Browne

11. Who Stole the Tarts?

John Tenniel

12. Alice's Evidence

Luiz Zerbini

Feeding my dreams by Adriana Peliano

A bookshelf is a labyrinth, full of paths and mysterious portals. Every time we open a book, it changes. As do we. Hunting new Alices is an endless adventure and a perpetual mix of pleasure and anguish. It makes real my desire to recreate myself.

Every page in every Alice book is a door into a paradoxical cartography. But when we open the last page, it remains open forever. There are no boundaries between the inside and the outside of Alice books. And the illustrations never merely complement the texts: instead, they make us create new stories of our own.

So in each book, for each reader, new Alices are born all the time. I believe that during the night hundreds of Alices come out of my books to participate in strange and secret rituals in a wood where things have no names. Sometimes I sleep among my Alice books, so that they can feed my dreams.

My book and objects collection is sweet and small, but my virtual collection is huge and is growing almost everyday. One blog is also an internet collection. Why not? what happened with the practice of book collecting on internet age?

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