Regina,the mask and the Green giade Glass Cup

Regina,the mask and the Green giade Glass Cup

Venice and Venitian Carnival is a spectacal of energy and beauty...a fashion show with a scandalous origin

for behind the èlegant outfits and giggling smiles...còverd by delicate masks lay a tradition of intrigue, sexual abandon and misteroius misfacts!

 

In its remarkable contrast of elegant finery and primal ùrges 

Ventian  Carnival produces a sense of refined abandon that only the Venetians could have taken

 to such a sumptious extent.

 

In the dimly lit alleyways and moody campielli blows a constant gloomy wind

band of feverish masks cast a sinister chill as the thick fog roll off the Adriatic sea and cloak the city in its damp embrace.

 

The mask-Regina- was wearing a black and gold damask costume and a tall white luxurious  wig, she looked complète.

Her face was covered with a fancy white and goldish mask, she was not  cruel she had... a fairy  smile .

 

Gold, fever, confetti  and damasks...it was Carnival at last!

 

She flocked  in a Grand Palace, a exciting party was there  held to celebrate aboundance and earthly appetite and the Carnival spell.

Elegance and style and haute couture was everywhere...but she had eyes only for her beloved  glass artpieces:

 Barovier rich chandeliers ...Tosi embroided appliques...Pauly Glass gems, Glass Maestroes' fruit stands..vases...

they all reminded her of The furious Venitian past...the victory..the intrigues... rich merchants and  distant journeys

...a city ,Venice,which is still unìque.

 

Her hold her breath ...she saw the Glass Antique  tall curled Cup...a green giade imperial fruit stand,

so thin...so bright with gold,

so clearly unìque!

 

The Oriental marble palace was decorated with Tiepolo frescoes, treasured  with an uncompromising  collection of ancient glass vases  ,all  glamorous and versatile...but no other one was like the green giade grand cup...alike!

A  fading butterfly...it seemed.

With pure lukewarm water the charming  fruit stand  was filled and fragrant white roses petals ...in there ..stood still.

Gondolas in the peaceful canals...they seemed..

 

Regina, the mask  and the giade green cup...

were the portrait of Carnival

themselves...

Sòle, exclusive, untouchable...among the feverish troops of dancers in medioeval mood.

 

Refined acrobats...perfomers , actors...in the comedy of life, so short ...so fine

a town...a feast, Venice...a gèm itself, A memorable  Carneval...  unique!

Nadia.