tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68802915153880616292024-03-14T00:04:04.469-07:00Diary of a Country Violin MakerMarco Aneddahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11590663665838747907noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880291515388061629.post-45562449273828619682012-07-16T07:37:00.002-07:002012-07-16T09:09:23.723-07:00Unexpected voices<br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">I finished building a
viola some weeks ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">My method of
construction requires each components of the instrument (body, back, ribs, neck
and fingerboard) to be singularly tooled to reach a determinate finishing
level, and then they are assembled in order to harmonize lines and whispers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">This is basically what happened
with this viola: at some stage,
convinced by the smoothness of the lines and by the sweet and full roundness of
the rustlings amplified by the sound box, I couldn’t help but start to varnish
it, to give colour and scent to this new flower that bloomed unexpectedly (I
know that someone will probably think that I’m too sentimental, but, frankly, I
don’t give a damn!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">After I had finished the
varnishing, it was time to hear Her real voice: no more whisperings to
decipher, but sound, texture, colour!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">The following Friday I
had an appointment with Elena, a young lady in search of a viola. Placing a new made instrument into a musician’s
hands is always a peculiar moment: a new relationship begins. I obviously like
my instruments, but you know how it goes: in Italian we say “Ogni scarrafone è <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">bello</st1:place></st1:city> a mamma sua”
something along the lines of “Even an ugly child is dear to his mother”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">Maybe she’ll expect
something different…Performance anxiety. Sometimes I’d like to snatch the
instrument out of the customers’ hands; I can’t stand that condescending
attitude that many have towards a new instrument: “Well…It’s really nice, but
you can hear that it’s new…” Or maybe, just after the very first notes: “Let’s
see…Beautiful, but I like it more on the high notes…” But, for fuck’s sake,
give it a minute! Warm it up! Search a connection with it! Explore it! Play it
a bit!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">Elena finally arrived
and with attention and tenderness she looked at the viola turning it in her
hands as she curiously plucked the strings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">Slowly the room filled
up with their notes and I assisted to a “discovery dance”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">Just the time to find
the right approach and those two were already making music!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">Satisfied with the first
test, Elena has decided to bring the viola with her to try it out for a short
period.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">When she had left I was
glad about the viola and happy for the meeting I had saw: she truly “tasted”
the viola as if it was a good chocolate, a fine wine or some bread taken right out the oven, discovering all those different shades that enrich the taste with subtle flavours.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">I was thinking about
the difference between the life beginning of this instrument and the one I
wrote about in the previous post “My violins travel more than me”: that was a clean
parting; I threw that violin into the fray, but took this viola by hand and
accompanied Her to her new life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13.5pt;">I was wondering about all
this, when I got an email by a girl who, reading this blog, recognised her
violin and decided to write me where the violin ended up and how happy she was
to have it! They are planning to come in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Italy</st1:place></st1:country-region> and they are probably going
to visit me in my studio next Spring, just in time for the annual set up!</span><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Marco Aneddahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11590663665838747907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880291515388061629.post-82087369675103156252012-04-04T05:38:00.000-07:002012-04-04T05:38:53.307-07:00My violins travel more than me!<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFz9ME_Fj4jicZiMHZroEl393aw4hv-J_oc1DetAl_ZHA-MHbjTRbGKwCKlNCIA4kz3j4PPdLxqrsubgw8M4cqpO3orVkxiEc-e0VM0WYFx_hPlqKjPQZVorC-3VyeCzBsYpjzeeRqh1U/s200/guarneri2011.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Violin Guarneri model, '11</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When a violin comes to life is always an event, a little event. I spend two months of my life working on each violin: I choose the materials, I build every single detail, deciding its shape; I listen to its sound and the noises of my tools while carving and rubbing down.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So the violin comes to life, “He” becomes a separate entity, an individual reality with his own unique characteristics, for better or for worse. I prefer placing the violin, the viola or the cello directly into the musician’s hands, being able to share this moment with the instrument. I want to be present to this meeting, but unfortunately this isn’t always possible, like for this violin: just few days old, he’s now travelling to Washington where, I’m sure, he’ll receive all the attentions he deserves...But probably I won’t see him again!<o:p></o:p></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhwyzcR7gxrgFH838Rz5HYfCrL9impTxWC11kKAGZuzwUjWjwGao45vvEgIbFCT50fCtWf4rvCpAi1h5q5r_RPvFAo-BDGbamTrbVzMPMmGF1ilkRqOsIvDEhlS8L3YMS9u9oqT9tmI0/s200/Guarnerif.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Violin Guarneri model, '11</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It may seem weird, but I regularly see many of my sold instruments: I take care of their maintenance, observing their growth, their evolutions, deciding the right set up with the musician who plays them…I keep in touch with them…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">However, of many others, I loose track very rapidly. I imagine them to be independent, brave, in good hands and sometimes I even get some news about them from unexpected voices.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Good luck, Violin, live your life!</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Marco Aneddahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11590663665838747907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880291515388061629.post-9964405178474703382012-03-28T07:14:00.000-07:002012-03-28T07:14:32.994-07:00Patterns<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbRvSPdjMuykXoaVif4A_Z7tqB43RfdyQy6oirnxT2xlgQQHkseImFOYJw8WFmNqv2HwFZtd1EWIhWWtVPVVKdsk_EB8jUYuRDoUwQWYRrMaVF7dwEiOss8QW_zUPr1e0vnAQyYFDYud4/s400/LRviolino2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="109" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbRvSPdjMuykXoaVif4A_Z7tqB43RfdyQy6oirnxT2xlgQQHkseImFOYJw8WFmNqv2HwFZtd1EWIhWWtVPVVKdsk_EB8jUYuRDoUwQWYRrMaVF7dwEiOss8QW_zUPr1e0vnAQyYFDYud4/s320/LRviolino2.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Violin 2009</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I have a life made of simple things: there's never a great bustle in my studio, so I have the needed quiet to focus on the design of this or the next instrument, there's a lot to understand, more instruments I make, clearer some concepts become, I discover new problems, new different shades, other </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">rough edges to knock off.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Every detail brought to light is a step into a deep darkness where just a faint light guides me and I am there, ready to adjust to every sloping change, every sharpness of a mostly unknown landscape, while behind me, a bright afternoon, the sky is clear and I can see my starting point even from a great distance. Beginning with doubts you'll find your certainties. I don't know where I'll go, but meanwhile I enjoy the pleasure of overcoming my limits.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I love my job.</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Marco Aneddahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11590663665838747907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880291515388061629.post-56650037754036228222012-03-24T03:59:00.000-07:002012-03-24T03:59:40.931-07:00Pieces of wood<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDkenmkXwoXKB2dCyKqpi6uUstBFC7WpS-b_c5XUvqdwmHhg_YqW0y3UjdCKibvfUSycWlzHjULplj7b2nD7Np7P_RkGF_BVWDpdHYLNKX447qGO9pL4y_GrCilvpjcgj1E4Z_cRLGws/s320/tavola.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDkenmkXwoXKB2dCyKqpi6uUstBFC7WpS-b_c5XUvqdwmHhg_YqW0y3UjdCKibvfUSycWlzHjULplj7b2nD7Np7P_RkGF_BVWDpdHYLNKX447qGO9pL4y_GrCilvpjcgj1E4Z_cRLGws/s320/tavola.JPG" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From theory to practice: the soundboard</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">I clearly remember the story of each one of the pieces of wood that sourround me: I remember when, how and where I first met them and why I decided to keep them with me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Far above time, I sharpen my tools and dig the blades in the material, feeling its thickness, its grain, its scent and sound.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My work proceeds with the needed slowness, as when, discovering a new landscape, we carefully look around, choosing to follow those streets, those alleys that more attract us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Marco Aneddahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11590663665838747907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880291515388061629.post-62033149466405848212012-03-16T10:02:00.001-07:002012-03-16T10:06:35.190-07:00The Beginning<div class="MsoNormal"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbT70sSAdRtX5kVtAVxb0adwAQSJtn9n_nb_-MttcrVwKSfVu80uUOBdzTSyTV3CIHvFJipvHahdtsqeIB5TxYjOsRJwhlnjFuXHTsROWtkrjpw0TLxbebvOW2KaO6TJOaDMcuBHXqiSgU/s1600/disegno2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbT70sSAdRtX5kVtAVxb0adwAQSJtn9n_nb_-MttcrVwKSfVu80uUOBdzTSyTV3CIHvFJipvHahdtsqeIB5TxYjOsRJwhlnjFuXHTsROWtkrjpw0TLxbebvOW2KaO6TJOaDMcuBHXqiSgU/s320/disegno2.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outline drawing</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Divisions of spaces. A segment, a harmoniously divided distance between two points: these are the basic elements to make a musical instrument. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Natural shapes. The beauty of the crest of the wave, of the glowing wheat, of the honeycomb, of a tree, of a hand, of a body, of a movement. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Each instrument is a little world where everything has its color, where everything seems like a face able to speak its feeling aloud, with a voice that utters, announces, screams, tells, cheers up, enchants. <o:p></o:p></span></div>Marco Aneddahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11590663665838747907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880291515388061629.post-495054045890315692012-03-16T08:31:00.002-07:002012-03-17T07:31:34.055-07:00Who am I?<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Inevitably, following the stream of events, of feelings and choices, you always find yourself deeply involved in realities that you’ve never even dreamed of.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I’ve always been good at making summaries and, to prove it, I’ll quote an essay I wrote in Primary School with the title “Describe yourself”:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">“I am a human being, short, fat and who gets easily pissed off”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #888888; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">As you understand from the blog title, I’m a violin maker, but also a mate, a father, a son, a brother, a friend; I have a cat, a dog, a hen (there were three of them, but a fox might be responsible for their missing), I live and work in the country between Tuscany and Umbria, in a small village that counts about 2000 inhabitants and whose church bells are so out of tune that, if I were God, I’d get really angry and I'd not be able to restrain myself from sending them a bright lightening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Marco Aneddahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11590663665838747907noreply@blogger.com0