"The Scarlet Witch" Short Story - Click here to read it

My mother used to be a peasant. She lived in the countryside of Italy back in the 50s, in a small house among wild hills. No electricity, no running water, not even schools or shops. She never saw an actual city until she was 14 years old. This artwork -and the short story I wrote to complete it- embody the memories of her childhood, spent in a reality suspended between two worlds. Rational and Magical. In those years strange creatures could hide in the thick of the Italian woods, away from big cities that had begun their rationalistic march of disenchantment. Modern times were arriving, and fairies, witches and all sorts of folkloristic beliefs were starting to fade, togheter with my mom's childhood. When she came back, years later, to visit the ruins of her house, the woods were empy, and the magic was gone for good.

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