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.

E invece no.
The Chinese thought it best to plague us all, with the consequent dramas that we know well.
It goes without saying that in the face of disease and, purtroppo, to death, in relation to the economic and social disasters that brought about the lockdown world, the cancellation of the exhibitions patchwork it is very little, but it is always something that has been stolen from us. We have been deprived of the satisfaction of exhibiting the fruit of our artistic labors, the chance to admire them, to share their impressions, in short, if it goes on like this, they stole a year of life from us.
Some of us have gone even worse, there are those who have been deprived of all their lives, forever. In this case we have not lost only street companions, but together with them all the works that could have been made are gone.
Therefore, we cannot show you much else, I'll just insert the link to a post created by the person who acts as an agency / guide / sherpa / webmaster / pusher / critic / portaborse / chauffeur / photographer / ecc. on his blog www.ultimelune.it.
The article is titled (Dis)orders, and deals with the events resulting from the cancellation of the trip that had been so happily organized.
We hope for the future (also because hoping badly would be masochistic or sadistic).