discoveries are like Russian dolls, the famous matriochkas.
My Girlfriend rips my horizons slashing.
is how I discovered the Alice Comedies , some time ago, one day in December or November, these beads in black and white that warm the heart every time. These smaller works that we look at the evenings and winter with it, tons of memorabilia crammed into a corner of the room, right next to you on the sofa cushion.
Most often, these memories do not have names. They are just sensations that are thrown in the air then, to make them fly.
We meet Alice. Another Alice.
Alice, instead of through the looking glass, entered the studios Laugh-O-Gram and from there began a journey into the world of animation. The dream world. She was Julius, the cat who resembled Felix the Cat. She started in the Wild West, Africa, and shook hands with Walt Disney as a hello.
Of the four girls who incarnated Alice over the years, Virginia Davis is my favorite. I do not really know why. Because it was the first that I saw Alice into the mirror, maybe.
It has everything a doll.
From those we dare not touch for fear of breaking them. Those on which dust may accumulate if there were not that lively in them.
The blond curls, expressive features, a sense of comedy innate in his veins. A fire-wisp.
Virginia Davis died on 15 August.
Virginia D. said that despite his blond curls, she felt a little tomboy. Do not look for other reasons to smile.
She was the granddaughter of Billy The Kid.
Alice's Wild West Show (1924)
For Outlaws's Attic.
