A Letter to George Orwell (A Pure Imagination Project)

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Dear George,

I could write you a letter full of clever remarks and difficult words, but I have none of those in me. Instead, I would just like to say that you are now a tenant at my Wisdom Street. Right next to Neil Gaiman. I think – because that’s all I do, sometimes to a maddening point – that you would like your neighbor and your neighborhood. I wonder what you would all talk about. Would it be about life and its bigger meaning, bigger than all of us? Or would it just be about something trivial such as a broken pipe or the fact that Neil should turn his music down a little bit on the weekends.

But never mind that. The reason I am writing is to thank you for two of the most amazing books I have read in my life so far: 1984 and Animal Farm. Although at first – and last – glance those were extremely pessimistic stories, they were also warnings. What saddens me most is that, unfortunately, people are just not listening to you. And unfortunately, the world is heading towards a totalitarianism disguised as democracy.

Animal Farm made me ponder a lot about socialism, capitalism and changes in society. We all (well, not all, but some) start as revolutionaries and wannabe heroes, wanting to change the world, to make it better, to make us all equal, happier, free. I was like that in college. I had that wonderfully naive idea we could all head towards the same goal and achieve our hearts desires. I forgot, of course, that heart’s desires vary quite a lot from person to person. All revolutions are good, there’s no doubt in my mind about that. However, they are also tricky. Animal Farm is a perfect portrait of that. A group is set to fight inequality and end up being like the ones they are fighting against. We are all equals. No, wait. Some are more equal than others. We fight inequality creating even more inequality. It is a crazy world we live in.

And then there was 1984, which I have read quite recently. The politic of fear. The Big Brother watching over us because we do not know any better. We need the iron hand of the State on us. We need someone telling us what to do, how to live, how to behave and what to feel – or not. We need control. What better way to do that than through fear? We all fear something. And I fear we are on the brink of another revolution, only this time the world itself is tired of being plundered and sacked. The world itself is crying for help. The world is on the verge of changing once again. Change is good until it becomes bad. Then it is time to start all over again.

It is a vicious cycle. And we are all in it. Together.

I wish I could be clearer. I am not a great thinker. I wish I was brighter. I have humbly placed you on my street for making me question myself and the world around me.

For all of that, I’ll thank you forever.



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1 Page at a time Doctor Who reloaded

I have personalised my 1 Page at a Time cover to a Doctor Who theme. Looks cute. 😊


A Pure Imagination Project – Chapter 01 (The Wisdom Street)

Welcome to my Wisdom Street. I thought long and hard whether this chapter should be drawn with buildings, tall and small, old and new, crazy and old-fashioned. My mind was full of ideas. Straight buildings, crooked houses, Dubai inspired ones… It would have been fantastic, if only I knew how to draw all of what was on my mind that is.

Instead, I have decided to make my street The Wisdom Street, and instead of buildings I  would draw people. It was not easy to choose from such a long list of authors and cartoonists that have inspired me so much over the years… I am still bothered by the fact that I left Mark Twain and Oscar Wilde out. Or the Grimm brothers and Lewis Carroll. It makes my heart even sadder to have left out CHARLES DICKENS. Damn you, Alice. But I am quite happy with those who now live on my street. Here is my amazing list of tenants:

– George Orwell (“In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”)

– Neil Gaiman (“Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.”)

– Shakespeare (“We’re all in the same game; just different levels. Dealing with the same hell; just different devils.”)

– Marjane Satrapi (“All big changes of the world come from words.”)

– Quino (“No es increíble todo lo que puede tener dentro un lápiz?”)

– Fernando Pessoa (“I bear the wounds of all the battles I’ve avoided.”)

– JK Rowling (“We all have magic inside us.”)

– Jane Austen (“It isn’t what we say or think that define us, but what we do.”)

– Agatha Christie (“Time is the best killer.”)

– Andrea Camilleri (“A positive vision is what keep us going despite the misfortunes and set backs that fill our lives. The sole disadvantage is that it stops us to seeing evil.”)

– J RR Tolkien (“Not all those who wander are lost.”)

And here is what the street now looks like:

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I will be writing about each and every one of them, and why they are so important to me personally. I apologise for my poor cartoon skills. I thought Shakespeare and Fernando Pessoa looked pretty cool. JK Rowling also looks rather pretty. But Neil Gaiman, I am so so sorry. >.< If you ever see this – which I hope you don’t – I promise to draw you better next time.

Alice in search – A Preface

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I know deep down my childhood was not as perfect as I now like to think it was, and that the ugliness of the world – that world which makes us all need therapy at one point – surely tainted it here and there… But I still think of childhood as that magical period when, if you are lucky enough to be born in an extraordinary environment, you will certainly live thousands of adventures. I lived some of them on the streets near my house, and others inside my house, at school, in my head. Of all of those, the truly magical ones were all in my head.

The mind is a wonderful thing when it works with you. Against you it is your personal hell. I would love to go back to those lovely days of summer – it’s pretty much always summer here anyway – but alas (!), I cannot. And I should not want to. ‘I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then,’ whispers Lewis Carroll in my ear.


He is right. But I am lost. Totally and utterly lost. I was always very afraid of being lost as a child. Well, geographically lost. Now I am lost in a different kind of way. So I will put on my Agatha Christie’s hat and set out to find my way back again. To help me through this mind trip, I will borrow the wisdom of those I admire most – might they be characters, authors or simply ordinary people who happen to be extraordinary.

I have my mind and pen ready. Oh, and my keyboard.

Let the journey begin!

Images, a Pure Imagination Project

This is it. The last post before I start building my new world. This is not a descriptive post. This is where I post random images that inspire me, hoping they will also inspire you. It’s not to be read, it’s to be felt. Whatever it is you feel when you see them. It can be positive or negative. It doesn’t matter, as long as you feel. 😉

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Unique – A Pure Imagination Project

And on the 7th day, I did a little bit of self-discovering.

For as long as I can remember, I never liked to be called Alice, because everytime someone learned my name, they would either call me Aline or Alice in Wonderland. And the same old question would soon follow: ‘How’s Wonderland, Alice?’ or ‘Is it all wonderful in Wonderland?’ It got tiresome and some days I wished I had another name.

Alice was my grandmother’s name, but I think my parents chose it because they simply liked it. I never met her, but I’ve always heard great things about her. Despite the fact she had a sad childhood and suffered from panic attacks in a time no one even knew what those were, she seemed like a strong and happy woman. We shared a name in common and panic attacks.

As I got older I embraced my name as part of my identity. I even embraced Alice in Wonderland. I stopped making a big deal out of all the jokes. Instead, I became Lily Wonderland. I now cherish my name not only because it was my grandma’s but also because Alice in Wonderland was a great character.

But I am still on the path of discovering myself and my persona.

As I was opening Keri Smith’s ‘The Imaginary World of…’, I was asked to make a list of what makes me unique or different.

Well… I have no idea. Most of the time I feel quite ordinary, but in my mind I can do the most extraordinary things. I guess what makes me unique is not my name – lots of girls nowadays are called Alice – but the fact that I am just… me, whatever that means.

I dream a lot. Sometimes too much. Sometimes my dreams hurt and I am reminded of Dumbledore’s wise words to Harry: ‘It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. Remember that’. I guess I do forget from time to time that I am very much alive and kicking.

I miss being truly inspired. I wish right now I was walking in the streets of London, or Paris, or Rome. I wish I was sitting in a Café with a great book for company, and a notebook for when my muse decided to grace me with her presence. I wish, most of all, that my beloved ones were with me enjoying a day of leisure.

I wish I wish I wish…

I wish for so many things. Does that make me unique or just another lost soul in the crowd?


1 Page at a Time

My 1 Page At a Time diary so far consists of a drawing I copied from we❤️it, a cube and a wrong idea. Wrong because I should have done something awesome but all I did was not spend money – on books, mind you – at the mall.