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The tree-free stories is a strange book, a book where the white of the page, and the black line firm and doughy on the sketches interact with the real photos and bright. A plane-tree, the figure specific and universal (we understand, to the end that each tree could take its place!), who simply by his existence, only with the fact of being there and living it generates endless stories.
The plane it seems, first of all, the background of our history, the refuge, Billi, "the squirrel the most extravagant of the park," chooses as his lair for him and his supplies: a den, the appearance of free and perfect. That is a beautiful plane-tree or simply a tree, thinks the reader, is destined to disappear in the background of the story. Yet the design of jitter of the protagonist – a black line, a winding profile but essential – almost looks bare next to the colours and visual richness of the photographs of the plane tree. The white of the page is the frame that enhances and brings out the figure arborea. In fact, seems to know it also Billi: "the colors and shades of this tree are very numerous".
The bark "camouflage", and in the continuous transformation of the plane tree claims at this point a fundamental role in the history: the fragments of the bark are transformed before the eyes of Billi and readers in the protagonists elusive and alive with the history and other stories.
The shards of colored are not modified, nor sovraillustrate, the reader reads the description that Billi and then remains there, with the tilted head and questioning look, trying to see and read the cortex: "the bunnies known this morning, and the lively horses and the brave knights"...
Meanwhile, the story of Billi shall, because a beautiful woodpecker (maybe a black woodpecker), drums insistent: the tana was her, Billi must go away. Oh Oh. Come to a mediation?
The story (made of words), the photographs, the reality that we imagine and of which we have experience (the park, the trees, the gardens and the designs interact and contribute to make a rich page that appears shows you how to very essential. The plane element of the bottom of the narrative becomes an active protagonist, offering thanks to the splinters and the colours of its trunk a thousand other stories that seem to come suddenly and depart with an air of independent and cheeky, almost escaping from the eyes of the readers: but those bunnies where they are jumping out and what will they do?
The game of reading the shapes and colors provides an artistic exercise very interesting observation, recognition, and imagination. Have you ever looked at really the color of the trunk of a tree? Have you ever played with the wood chips? And with the stones? And with the leaves? Yes, because from the specific and particular (a plane-tree and its bark), the invitation to the game is generic and universal, so many stories you can read and identify in a garden, around a tree (any tree!), on the surface of its trunk to the earth, between its leaves...?
Marco Bellei, author, architect, and creative, had gathered in a volume, entitled The project of the squirrel, his architecture and design works: "Almost like the squirrel when it hides in the nuts to make do with (that, however, if you forget, can contribute to the growth of new trees), Mauro Bellei, hides in its projects, its nuts: small seeds that continue even after so many years to keep them alive". I believe that even this squirrel, Billi, do the same: sow in readers and hides its nuts here and there. An intuition, an invitation, a story.
A curious story, an exercise of imagination, a manual of art that will make you want to start looking for stories in the park down the street, but also along the trees of the avenues.
From the age of 6 (among other things perfectly readable by the first readers, the date font is uppercase!).
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