Questo è un post importante.
It could be my last article on Prague Patchwork Meeting.
Please note, It is not to be disappointed by the show, tutt’altro. The works were appreciated, arranged with taste and criterion, varied in style and perfectly enjoyable, in short, all good as ever.
But it is precisely that "as always" put me in crisis.
Even before I left I was afraid of being in front of the usual script, fine as long as you want, but too often replicated.
So here is the usual route, with the usual sidewalk and the usual two manholes without lids that if we end up with your foot inside you make off the ankle (to be optimistic). Here are the usual steep metal staircase style "The Hill", climbing which sooner or later some will feel bad. Here in the hall the usual themed exhibition arranged on the usual stands of 2011. That's the usual flawless available, but canonical, the works, so everything looks but nothing emerges. That's the usual textile creations, certain admirable workmanship and composition, however pleasant, But never imprudent or impudent. Here again, for good measure, the usual (and unexplained) absence of signs in Prague, affixes, leaflets, or even small signs that mention the Meeting.
Ci tengo a precisare che and John Štěrbová (Deus ex machina della mostra) It goes all my admiration, for its artistic figure in primis, but also to be able to manage for so many years this event patchwork. I remain convinced that the person can hold together and put together a group of quilter It can safely be nominated as President General of the United Nations.
Having said that I would have hoped that, in a moment of courage or madness, she decides to get out of the slide rails of the guaranteed success and risked relations and reputation for beating paths still unexplored.
Perhaps the fault is mine alone instead. Too many things I've seen, and too high now I place the bar of my consideration. Sono un po’ like the traveler who has traveled half the world and it is difficult to prove even wonder, So here I confess my guilt, that of being become insatiable and sofistica, in una parola: flawed.
That said, now you tell you something of the exhibition, a show that still should go to see, at least once. Maybe I advise you to go there with more amenities than I did, because I do not know if all the aficionade del patchwork They are able to hold twelve hours to go and come back twelve hours of night bus; maybe I would be able to suggest the most comfortable transfers.

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