THE PASTEL COMEDY – WOODLAND COLORS
16 pastel works by Angela Tuccinardi in a journey installation into Dante Alighieri’s Earthly Paradise.
A guided visit in the form of a fable for children of all ages, from zero to a thousand.
Stage Direction – Stefania Maggini
A Talking Book – Lenny Graziani
A Violinist – Adamo Rossi
Living Paintings – Samuele Puccini e Gabriele Acciai
Costums – Matelda Bigi e Giovanni Rupi
Set up – Iconarte
Stills – Roberta Soldani
Castello dei Conti Guidi, Piazza della Repubblica, 1 – Poppi (Ar)
Angela Maria Tuccinardi is an Italian painter who has lived and worked in California for many years.
The exhibition comprises 16 of her original works.
Following the exhibition there will be a pastel DRAWING COMPETITION among the visitors, titled: I, Dante.
The best works, as chosen by a jury of experts, will be awarded prizes and inserted as illustrations in the publication: The Pastel Comedy – Woodland Colors.
Note: the English text of Dante throughout the site is from Longfellow’s version, in the public domain.
Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Inf. I, 1-3
Beatrice am I, who do bid thee go;
I come from there, where I would fain return;
Love moved me, which compelleth me to speak.
Inf. II, 70-72
No one farther goes, souls sanctified,
If first the fire bite not; within it enter,
And be not deaf unto the song beyond.
Pur. XXVII, 10-12
Remember thee, remember! and if I
On Geryon have safely guided thee,
What shall I do now I am nearer God?
Pur. XXVII, 22-24
“The sun departs,” it added, “and night cometh;
Tarry ye not, but onward urge your steps,
So long as yet the west becomes not dark.”
Pur. XXVII, 61-63
Eager already to search in and round
The heavenly forest, dense and living-green,
Which tempered to the eyes the new-born day,
Without more delay I left the bank,
Taking the level country slowly, slowly
Over the soil that everywhere breathes fragrance.
Pur. XXVIII, 1-3
And when the car was opposite to me
Thunder was heard; and all that folk august
Seemed to have further progress interdicted,
There with the vanward ensigns standing still.
Pur. XXIX, 151-153
Over her snow-white veil with olive cinct
Appeared a lady under a green mantle,
Vested in colour of the living flame.
Pur. XXX, 22-24
Up to my throat she in the stream had drawn me,
And, dragging me behind her, she was moving
Upon the water lightly as a shuttle.
Pur. XXXII, 94-96
I heard them murmur altogether, “Adam!”
Then circled they about a tree despoiled
Of blooms and other leafage on each bough.
Pur. XXXII, 37-39
Never descended with so swift a motion
Fire from a heavy cloud, when it is raining
From out the region which is most remote,
As I beheld the bird of Jove descend
Pur. XXXII, 109-111
Thereafter saw I leap into the body
Of the triumphal vehicle a Fox,
That seemed unfed with any wholesome food.
Firm as a rock upon a mountain high,
Seated upon it, there appeared to me
A shameless whore, with eyes swift glancing round,
And, as if not to have her taken from him,
Upright beside her I beheld a giant;
And ever and anon they kissed each other.
Pur. XXXII, 148-150
In front of them the Tigris and Euphrates
Methought I saw forth issue from one fountain,
And slowly part, like friends, from one another.
Pur. XXXIII, 112-114
But Eunoe behold, that yonder rises;
Lead him to it, and, as thou art accustomed,
Revive again the half-dead virtue in him.
Pur. XXXIII, 127-129
From the most holy water I returned
Regenerate, in the manner of new trees
That are renewed with a new foliage,
Pure and disposed to mount unto the stars.
Pur. XXXIII, 142-145