Beatrice Alemagna, guest of the youth book fair in Montreuil: “Children's books are not only for children”

It is aimed at toddlers as well as 90 years old.Imbued with the colors, objects and emotions of his Italian youth, his sensitive and festive universe is identifiable among all.Beatrice Alemagna will be one of the guests of the Book and Youth Press Fair in Seine-Saint-Denis, from December 1 to 6.

She has a country name that is not at all hers.She was born in a country that is no longer entirely.She lives in a country that has become a bit.Who is she ?Beatrice Alemagna, joyful enigma, colorful personality, cut, glued, in the image of her images, on the edge, recognizable among a thousand, mixing photographs and drawings, flipping lives and destinies.As her first name indicates without acute accent, with a final "chest", she was born in Italy.As confirmed by her presence behind the door of her Parisian workshop, graceful and graceful, snowy sweater with blue flowers, garance pants, she lives in France.At 48, vertigo, she has just discovered that she lived the same number of years in each country.Tomorrow will be French, language that she speaks wonderfully.Italy will not be far away, her parents still living in Bologna's house where she spent her first quarter of a century, minus a year.

Et quelle maison ! Tout le monde n’a pas eu la chance de grandir au milieu de magnifiques fresques du xvIII^e siècle."It's pretty common to Bologna," she nuance.What is rarer is to have your future engraved in the marble of places, or rather written in sympathetic ink in the white ceiling.The room that Beatrice shared with her big sister had indeed a vice of form worthy of a fairy tale.Above their heads took place frescoes by Felice Giani, representing the Muses.In the center, in pastel tones: Minerva receiving the arts.All around, in octogones of an ancient red imposing red, four muses: music, sculpture, architecture and ... a vacant space.No paint muse!"When my parents renovated these frescoes, the restaurateur told them that according to tradition, if he misses a muse, she must be embodied by a room occupant ..." laughs Beatrice Alemagna, troubled by theProphetic humor of the anecdote.