Exhibition

Starting from the fairytale il-Germudija, the Maltese Cinderella, once told by Marija of Xewkija to Veronica Veen, will be endeavoured to create your own, individual fairytale. This can go deeper than you would think.  Besides, we should not forget that fairytales are a specific literary genre with its own background, demands, and layered symbolism. This workshop will be held on...

Starting from the fairytale il-Germudija, the Maltese Cinderella, once told by Marija of Xewkija to Veronica Veen, will be endeavoured to create your own, individual fairytale. This can go deeper than you would think.  Besides, we should not forget that fairytales are a specific literary genre with its own background, demands, and layered symbolism. This workshop will be held on...

Starting from the fairytale il-Germudija, the Maltese Cinderella, once told by Marija of Xewkija to Veronica Veen, will be endeavoured to create your own, individual fairytale. This can go deeper than you would think.  Besides, we should not forget that fairytales are a specific literary genre with its own background, demands, and layered symbolism. This workshop will be held on...

Starting from the fairytale il-Germudija, the Maltese Cinderella, once told by Marija of Xewkija to Veronica Veen, will be endeavoured to create your own, individual fairytale. This can go deeper than you would think.  Besides, we should not forget that fairytales are a specific literary genre with its own background, demands, and layered symbolism. This workshop will be held on...

“One morning, not long after his return to the cave, Zarathustra leapt from his resting place like a madman, roaring in a terrible voice, behaving as though someone else still lay there and refused to rise.” Thus echoes Nietzsche’s scene: Zarathustra’s cry resounds so violently that his animals approach in fear, while every other creature flees—flying, crawling, leaping—according to the...

“One morning, not long after his return to the cave, Zarathustra leapt from his resting place like a madman, roaring in a terrible voice, behaving as though someone else still lay there and refused to rise.” Thus echoes Nietzsche’s scene: Zarathustra’s cry resounds so violently that his animals approach in fear, while every other creature flees—flying, crawling, leaping—according to the...

“One morning, not long after his return to the cave, Zarathustra leapt from his resting place like a madman, roaring in a terrible voice, behaving as though someone else still lay there and refused to rise.” Thus echoes Nietzsche’s scene: Zarathustra’s cry resounds so violently that his animals approach in fear, while every other creature flees—flying, crawling, leaping—according to the...