With the usual, I would say almost proverbial delay, I was able to stretch out my impressions on the latest exhibition of Verona Textiles.
Unfortunately, the implementation of the post earlier on PPM2019 it took me enough time, and also I confess that I also felt the need to think before expressing my opinion about the exhibition in Verona, to see which is definitely worth it to wake up at dawn to get there by train, but that gave me what discussed during the return trip in the evening.
We say that some aspects have awakened my critical spirit, quell'indocile beast that always whispers poisonous comments in order to ruin the beautiful moments of life and get me the deserved reputation of troublemakers.
But whatever you do not care, because you are here to see the textile creations, and therefore I limit myself to a few mischievous remark, just a pinch of salt and pepper here and there.

This year, many works have been able to enjoy the vast exhibition spaces of Palazzo della Gran Guardia, in the central Piazza Bra.
On the floor loggia, the salon (Bouvette) He was dedicated to the hexagons, a series of works dedicated to this geometric figure, all made by the association Ad Maiora. I assume that the purpose of this exhibition was to show that you can safely leave the grandmother's garden to reach out to new and unexplored horizons.

Not bad this work “countercurrent” Paola Bellotti, to strictly observe “backlight”. The choice of fabric overlaps and fits perfectly with batting light and a quilting varied in theme and density. Brava, 7+

Instead this beautiful (and patient) by Luisa Chesini suffered a little’ its positioning in backlight. However we tried to do our best so that the picture does justice.

At the central level, the multipurpose room was dedicated to the exhibition “migrant Windows”.
For social and ethical issues associated with migration, despair, the hope, the drama, It overlaps the aesthetic theme, that is why “Cathedral Window“. Not a random choice and not dictated by purely artistic demands, because this particular reason and ancient born in Asia, and only in the 30's he began to find a widespread distribution in Illinois. So you can say that it is also a migrant, except that it was immediately accepted and there never would dream of denying him citizenship in the world patchwork, as is too often the case for people migrants in the human world (inhuman or?).

Migrants at sea, a sea that is not what the holiday villages or picturesque bays, but a father-master often irascible and merciless, so wicked to hide in the dark depths of its victims, denying to their loved ones gramo not only the comfort of a body or of a name to cry, but even the certainty of the fate to which sentenced them.
None of this now, ovviamente, but since ancient times, as evidenced by this work of Silvana Zenatello that was inspired by a drawing of twenty-eight centuries ago.

Fifteen people have contributed to this work. As women of the American colonists found their inspiration in that which surrounded them, bears and woods, so in Kenya they have taken inspiration from their world, representing a wildebeest jumping on the Mara river during its migration to richer pastures of food. In this way they want to remind us that migrations are part of nature, da sempre, and if we pleasantly surprised what happens for the swallows and the storks we should not scare us for what happens to us.

What gleaming maelstrom quadragolare, spidery, full of regulations that determine its borders up to the intimacy we are, It is the so-called “World First”, which, fortunately, not for law, we are part. It is the visible fraction of the human race, at least one that normally passes in medium official, la televisione, i giornali, il cinema, internet, but it is only a fraction, ie 20% altogether. The rest remains obscure, confined to the margins of our consciousness, in the ghetto of catastrophes distant and uplifting documentaries.
I suppose Nadia Realacci has added that “fatale” thinking of the attractive and destructive power of the universe blacks holes, and how nothing that looks out on the horizon of events, ie at our borders, can predict what will be its “fact”.

There were dozens of the project panels “migrant Windows”, all different in technique and compositional choice. To save space in this post I have included only three, But if you go to do a search in internet there are plenty of other.

We climb the stairs and get to the main floor.
There welcomes us an exhibition of quilt achieved by traditional amish. Some of these I have already had occasion to admire in Val d'Argent, even then in an exhibition curated by Jacques Légeret, and where will there be this year, Quindi, if you want to see them, You already know where to go…

The real surprise of this edition was the exhibition of the works of Joe Cunningham.

These large panels are extremely intriguing, and also they show the full possession of quilting techniques.

There have been a good half hour in front of those works, wandering around the room from one. The more I watched, the more I seemed mysterious and exotic. Love at first sight.

I do not dare to add up, I would not be at. But if you wanted to know something more about this artist might look qui.

Bene, recrossed the hall with quilt amish They came to the room dedicated to the works of the competition “Praised. From Francis Francis”.
I confess that when I became aware of the theme of the competition I was puzzled, I found him too specific, almost limitative, and partly the facts they gave me, purtroppo, reason.
It must be said that the number of works on display bore witness to a good participation, But I think it missed the flicker of creativity, the flash of light, the desire (or the possibility?) to risk a personal interpretation.

Below the work that has been judged the best, and responding no doubt to what is suggested by the title of the competition. The blatant hagiography that is has the background the two worlds, the present pope, and that the friar of Assisi, both placed in an hourglass, testifying that they are, or at least should be, of the same substance.

The undoubted value of this work is not given by the framework itself, As the technique used. If you look at the underlying detail can accorgevi that the sheep, as other elements, They are painted with, but they are made with a weave of cloth strips, of the call cloth strokes. I swear I watched and covered, live and in photography, and I still have not understood how Natalia was able to achieve this remarkable effect.

The class is not water. This original representation of the Sun and the Moon would make his beautiful figure even in Val d'Argent, At the contest “L’opposition“.
Di Cristina Rizzi still remember a beautiful quilt all red, a difficult color to use as it is always in danger of slipping into mere show.

It goes without saying that the title of this work can be understood only by a Venetian Doc.

My family and my rule, So I like to include in this post the work that has impressed me the most, maybe it does not reflect the whole theme of the competition, and that has not been awarded. But I liked a lot, and I find this satisfaction even now that I look on monitor.

More I prefer not to say. Not that the other works were not up, and there were, as in every competition, more beautiful and less beautiful, But I had the distinct feeling that some valuable artists, quilter infinitely more brave than me (just to be clear), they had not committed enough, namely that they have granted “minimum wage”, participation for the honor of signing.
I'm trying to convince myself that it is not so, that it is my whim, an objection unfounded, a blunder, but nothing lever me from head that maybe it was the theme of the competition not to fall in love.

To fly, in the blue painted blue, this old song I remember admiring the works brought in Verona Hungarian Quilting Guild (Hungarian Patchwork Guild).
The secret of these works, addition to the undoubted ability of quilter ungheresi, It is in blue fabric, named Kékfestő. Si tratta di un cotone tinto mediante il pigmento ricavato dall’Indigofera tinctoria, o Indigofera Sumatrana, una pianta originaria appunto delle Indie, e questo estratto venne chiamato Indaco. Esso era noto già in epoche antiche (indikón in greco e indicume in latino), ma era molto raro poiché per arrivare in Europa doveva attraversare mezza Asia, percorrendo vie disagevoli e territori pericolosi. Nel XV secolo Vasco da Gama aprì la rotta marittima verso le Indie, e l’indaco potè trovare maggior diffusione, non solo in Europa, ma anche in Africa (il tradizionale Tagelmust dei Tuareg è appunto indaco).
In Ungheria questa tintura giunse solamente due secoli dopo, quando i turchi furono fatti sloggiare dalle armi absburgiche e il paese si potè aprire al commercio con il resto del continente europeo. Non soddisfatti dalla tinta unita gli ungheresi inventarono delle tecniche di stampa (a negativo con cera d’api) e di bagni successivi per ricavare decorazioni raffinate e diverse profondità di blu. Purtroppo gli eventi conseguenti alla dissoluzione dell’Austria-Ungheria, poi alla collettivizzazione comunista, e per finire al consumismo imperante, ridussero queste tradizioni al lumicino, ma per fortuna esse sono sopravvissute e si mostrano in tutto il loro splendore.
Oggi magari si usa l’indaco sintetico o quello proveniente da altri paesi equatoriali (ma quello migliore proviene sempre dal Bengala), magari la tintura non avviene più a freddo e per i disegni non si usa più la delicata cera d’api, magari la produzione artigianale è stata quasi del tutto soppiantata da quella industriale, però questo colore e questi disegni mantengono sempre il loro fascino.

Not only tradition in quilt ungheresi, but also a vein of insanity, like this quilt titled half German and half English, almeno secondo me.

ice it is going to ice, mentre flowers It stands for flowers, and they look just the ice crystals, of small flowers on a beautiful midnight blue.

With the work that we're going to follow a time that is still before the tradition, an era where history is confronted with the myth, and often must come to terms with it.
The legend of the dream of Emese dates from about 870 d.C. It tells of Emese, wife Ügyek, the leader of the Magyars when they still lived in the steppes of Asia. Emese had not yet given to children Ügyek, and what was for her a thorn in the heart.
One night he dreamed Emese Attila, the first of them from the steppe had gone west. He was on horseback, as befits a Hun, carrying the banner of struggle of his people, Beside him sat the son of Emes, proud as his ancestor. From the flag of Attila came off the tour, a mythical bird of prey always was represented, and this flew up to her, He rested on his lap and put his head on the breast Emese. From her breasts then she saw gushing water, which he formed brooks, streams, rivers, and everyone ran towards the West, meeting in a green area. When she became pregnant Emese, del Tour according to legend, and eventually she gave birth to her son, the Magyars were convinced that the dream was premonitory, and took their journey westward, towards those lands which today form the Hungary.
To commemorate this event he was called the son of Emese Álmos, derivation of dream, that dream.

Although enrollment is consistent with the times, these are the Hungarian runic alphabet. Vi is going, try to understand what is written (but it should not be difficult…).
Maybe some people will smile dell'igenuità of this legend, but do not forget that there are many similar legends about the foundation of a civilization, as for example that of Libuše, the visionary and princess of the Czech people who founded in Prague 730 d.C., or the older of two newborn twins, left at the mercy of fate on the banks of the Tiber, They were suckled by a wolf…

Now, a bird, we will take a look at the works that were featured in several exhibitions… peripherals (some perhaps too peripherals).

At Protomoteca Bibliteca Civic Association was present “Crazy for patches” Portogruaro.

We hope that this year at least the fish have had a better spring than we have the past we!

It will be for colors, It will be the theme for, But this work of Annalisa Fabris has something Japanese.

I would have gladly also visited the exhibition of quilt made by Parma Patchwork is yes Patchwork Art Parma, in Public Library, Nervi hall, but with bureaucratic (and insensitive) compliance with Regulation, Saturday close at 14, regardless. What nerve!

We cross the Adige to get to Palazzo Pompei, to see the “Stone Carpets: patchwork in Italian art history”.

The term “Chosmtescho” It indicates the art of decorating floors through the use of different colored stones, larger than the tiles of a mosaic, but geometrically precise to ensure completeness of the design, a sort of horizontal arabesque. Of Byzantine origin, this style is named after the family of marble that were the most famous masters: i Cosmati.

If you go to look for in internet some pictures of the Milan Duomo floor you will see that Maria Grazia Colombo has been extremely faithful to the original design.

Below one of the most intriguing works, all this red that smells of blood, because if it is dance, often between the roosters it is not bloodless.
I'd be curious to know if Lia Meiborg is also the author of the subject, or if it is inspired by something that exists, and in this case where it is and how the original.

We riattraversiamo the Adige and push us to the Museum of Frescoes, in good substance until the tomb of Juliet. Two years ago it was Dante's Inferno the theme of an exhibition in Verona, while this year are chained triplets of Purgatory and Paradise have to be interpreted.

If you are not sure, Meanwhile Malena style has made this beautiful portrait of the Great Poet, probably inspired by the statue which is located in Florence, the same city that the time for him was a wicked stepmother.

I wonder if the Led Zeppelin had read the Divine Comedy before dialing “Starway to Heaven”. I doubt it. But MariaNovella Hemala who made this beautiful panel yes, and perhaps even he knows the music of Led Zeppelin…

The work underlying does not seem to represent the Heaven, Instead the Second Heaven, identified with the planet Mercury, It is where Beatrice explains to Dante the meaning of the crucifixion of Christ.

leaving, step next to the tomb of Juliet. There is hardly anyone, and if you think back to the crowd beneath his balcony, in Verona, I happen to think the absurdity of the situation, and by association of ideas absurdity of that drama, four days of doubt, mishaps and misunderstandings that still fascinated the popular imagination for centuries.

Basta, I have enough for today Scarpinato. There would be a few more things to see, ma, first, I do not know where they're in town, e, second, it started raining, which it is not of great encouragement. So I headed to the train station, and just start mulling over what I saw, unable to decide whether to feel satisfied or not, and you can tell that I do not yet finished, even now as I'm re-reading this post.
The fact remains that I go more and more like Olive Kitteridge, which it is not good, per nessuno.

As always you can find more images in my new space Flickr, and if you cared to previous albums 2019, you can see them qui.