La stoffa giusta

Si va

Posted on 13 August 2022 by lastoffagiusta

Or so hopefully.
Although Trenitaglia made Thello die, the comfortable night train that took us to Dijon, my personal tour agency found a way to get me to Sélestat e, ça va sans dire, make me go home. So much so that we know, it is not easy to leave for Europe from cul-de-sac where I live, at least by train, and even if you were tempted by the plane (that I don't love) direct flights to Northern Europe can be counted on the fingers of one hand.
Allora, see you up?

We do not miss anything

Posted on 7 August 2022 by lastoffagiusta

Very true, here we do not miss anything.
As you should already know, for the drafting of the texts I avail myself of the collaboration of Stelio, which also deals with many other practical aspects, including the famous various and any. Nel post “Apocalisse (o dell’uomo invisibile)He reveals himself in part, in his own way, of course. Continua a leggere →

One More Time

Posted on 31 May 2022 by lastoffagiusta

Via, via, via!

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 →

Val d’Argent 2021

Posted on 27 September 2021 by lastoffagiusta

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.
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Thank you again

Posted on 9 March 2021 by lastoffagiusta

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 →

You call them if you want (e)motions

Posted on 3 December 2020 by lastoffagiusta

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 →

Niente da fare

Posted on 30 April 2020 by lastoffagiusta

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.

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