Vienna, Prague, Brno, three experiences, three sensations, three characters, and three times three is nine, nine days during which we hiked, watched, discovery, encountered, traveled, eaten and, ça va sans dire, bevuto, nine days in search of memories and hopes, nine days that broke that cage of sadness that had imprisoned me for a couple of years. Rossana who left at dawn on a gray Tuesday, she returned after a week and a half with a considerable store of memories but lighter in spirit. At this point one of the gianographies written by mine is good sherpa / tourist agency / pusher / photographer / ecc., and it's called "GOODBYE". The traveler knows no return. Starting is one, another person returns. If the same one returns, it is as if he had never left.Continua a leggere →
Two years, almost.
It was dawn of 26 ottobre 2019 when I got on the train to Austria to see an exhibition patchwork ad Althofen.
Twenty-three months have passed since then, dramatic months, very long, depressing, chaotic, unexpected and inconceivable, during which any contact with the patchwork, out of obligation or prudence, he remained confined within the home.
I remember that, in spring, the arrival of the vaccine gave me a breath of hope, soon dulled by the postponed newsletters sine die the exit from this evil tunnel that China gave us.
Needless to mention the Birmingham Festival of Quilts, especially as the health situation in the Midlands was worsening, and also the complications deriving from the Brexit they do their worst to dissuade me from frequenting the land of albions. I confess that, although I love Alsace very much, the perfect setting for the Carrefour Européen du Patchwork, reluctantly I had already given up on it; there are too many risks of contagion associated with the long journey by train or bus. The plane, you already know, I don't like it, and drive the car for 1700 chilometri (between there and back) it would have been a major stress for mine sherpa/photographer / guide / interpreter /webmaster/handyman / etc.
E allora? Continua a leggere →
Proprio così. You know what they say when overwhelmed: I do not find the words. The ones I'm looking for should be classified as invectives, curses, insults and insulting epithets. Otherwise I would not know how to express my thoughts regarding the Chinese plague that has been poisoning our life for a year and more.. Continua a leggere →
Mozion s. f. [for years. Motion -onia, the. to move "to move", part. pass. motion; the sign. 2 follows the English. motion].
Nel post precedente I told you that I was totally immersed in the white sea of the Florentine trapunto, when the colors of the foliage autumn knocked on my window and made me remember that there is a world of colors, indeed, they warned me that I was missing that ephemeral spectacle. A glance was enough to make me want to paint with fabric again, and so I made that blanket for my sewing machine. In the following brief overview of images you will find proof of how spectacular autumn can be, at least what happened to me in fate, and how impossible it was even to think of resisting him. Continua a leggere →
This spring's schedule was tempting. It started with a trip to Catalonia, for the sixteenth edition of the International Patchwork Festival, a Sitges, a beautiful corner of the world near Barcelona. Then my travel agency would drive me off to Andalusia, to Granada, to admire the Alhambra and taste the local delicacies. Madrid would follow, art and history galore, and the suggestive Toledo. From there then off to Vienna for some interesting galleries that I was always promised to visit. Dulcis in fundo, Bohemia was waiting for me, for the Prague Patchwork Meeting, where one of my works would finally be exhibited. In program, in late April, an escape to Beaujolais also awaited me, for the Biennale of Textile Art, with beautiful quilt made by artists from all over the world, and among these there was also one of my favorites, or Irina Voronina.
Mi sbagliavo. You know what news, direte voi. But the novelty is, namely that I was never so happy to be wrong. I think for a while 'you noticed in my post shadow of fatigue, it seems a veiled pessimism in regard to the patchwork, as if I had stopped to wait on the distant horizon of the sea should rise this thread of smoke, colorful means, and that they were dissolving the illusions to which I have always clung ever since I started to cut and sew the cloth fragments. I confess that, in the past, some have done his worst to demoralize, this in spite of everything I have endured and all I could stand still, but ultimately I could not withstand the discomfort caused by the feeling that I was witnessing a sunset, the folding of the patchwork on himself, the repetition of themes seen, the joints in the direction of the pure effect, the unrealistic performances in which lacked both the art that the technique, e, sore, the smallness of a promising generational change. The first cracks had formed a few years ago, When they were too frequent already seen, the impression of heated soup just to understand, and to receive praise and awards were the usual suspects names. Ah, what a mistake my! I was blind, but now I see. Who made the miracle? One name: 25° European Patchwork.
This article is also a warning about how easy and hard to come around with us. Easy, because there are no pre-compiled programs, imposed mandatory targets and route plans march. Difficult, because you go a little’ adventure, adapting to what is due and always sympathetic to the unexpected or the unusual. Easy, because there is nothing to do but get carried away, by a bus, a train, a current, emotion, illusion. Difficult, because it does it with the slow pace dictated by logistical contingencies and our phlegmatic temperament. Wanting to put us over charging eleven you let me remember how much our "travel" style may seem, a ragione, injudicious.Continua a leggere →
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Two years, almost.
This spring's schedule was tempting.
Mi sbagliavo.
This article is also a warning about how easy and hard to come around with us.