Los Angeles Women’s March

On Saturday January 21st we peacefully marched the streets of Los Angeles together with 750 thousand other women, kids , feminists and women supporters.

This is us, The Love & Noise Orchestra, marching the streets of LA: Whose streets? Our Streets!

The band was founded by mollY Allis. Participants are: Kira, Alexis, Isaac, Melissa, Barb Noren, Dave Muller, myself and many more to join in!


Women’s March Los Angeles, January 21st 2017

Report: Claudia Borgna

I am getting ready for Monday President’s Day march. Will it be as magical as the Women’s march?

During fall my friend Molly had been talking about starting up a marching band. I was one of the people who enthusiastically encouraged her idea.

One day I received her email inviting a bunch of us to meet in Elysian Park for a first rehearsal! I was so excited! Not only because I like Molly and want to support her project, but also I’ve never been part of a musical band before; equally importantly, I am also a woman, an environmentalist, an immigrant, a same-sex, newly-wed, gender -fluid being and a person seeking justice for all.

It is for all these reasons that I felt that I had to get out there, out in the public, to claim back the land, the public space, the streets, to contribute to the visibility of the millions of people, voicing them self out, with their body-presence, not just with written words.

I had been thinking, wanting to get out of my “safe zone” for a while. Not having a car, or a cell phone, and living on the West side of Los Angeles is a paralyzing condition. The issue of planned urban injustice added to my frustration. Poor public transportation and poor night-street –life (or street life just in general) limits the freedom of women, once again confined in their homes.

Molly’s idea was just great! I had no excuses, not even my mum’s worried reaction. All fears, even of a terrorist attack, were washed away by the idea of marching shielded by the protecting sound of music!

With trepidation I attended our first rehearsal. I could barely contain my excitement. During the following sessions, the uncontainable childish joy, made up for my absolute and total ignorance in the language of notes and lyrics. Joy and excitement made up for an undisciplined screechy voice and for the untrained, off –beat metallic bangs, of my $1 Target triangle set and of the two kitchen spoons I beat to a flat shape during the march.

But I could contribute to the band in some other way instead! Being a visual artist I created ten golden capes and bullhorns to visually echo our chants. “Girls just wanna fun-damental rights!” was one of them.

With few tips gathered at Bronwyn’s protest class, I was prepared. Name and phone number written on a piece of paper, few dollars in my pocket and I was ready to go!

All capes and bullhorns finished, late the night before I set the alarm for the next morning: 7am, and boom I was already out of bed running to catch the Expo line.

On my early-bird walk to the train station people were unusually out and about, carrying chants and protests signs. I realized I had to rush even more to get to my appointment with the rest of the band. Nine o’clock, Spring and 5ht, right by the last Book Store, am I ever going to make it?

I could not believe all these Santa Monicans in my way, crowding the train station, clogging the tickets machine, lines everywhere!

Fuck the ticket, I thought, I am not going to stand in line and get late for my band. I squeezed through as gently and politely as I could. My enormous blue Ikea bag full of capes and bullhorns banging left and right, but I manage to get closer to the landing platform. I was in front, the train coming, the tension rising, the car doors opening.

I managed to squash inside, the first and last one to get in the cereal box like carriage. Unbelievable, not even during London’s rush hours have I ever experience that. No air, no space, not even for one breath. Two kids heroically sitting on top of my fee, at each stop more and more people, crowding at the platforms, all pushing, wanting to come in. Bodies starting to juice up, pouring their essence with jokes, good spirits and laughter. An hour into the journey few complaints broke the fatigue induced silence.

Some cannot take the heat and jump off at the next station. The rest is grasping for that brief little opening of air with anticipation. There is no air, no ventilation, no windows, inside the steaming train, all standing, up, supporting each other at every rude stop. Our minds put up with the bodily torture. The train is getting slower and slower, are we getting closer? It’s now 9 o’clock already. Shit, I am going to be late!

One hour and thirty minutes of mental strategizing later, I decided. I had to get off, before my last stop. I had to run it!

I jump off and run. From Pico all the way to 5th and Spring, all the way to 9:30 when I recognize my band, I thought I will never see them, standing at the corner, there. What a relief, I have made it! I am here with another 50 thousand people!

I distribute my capes and bullhorns, to everybody, even to one homeless man who silently joined the band chanting in his new shiny bullhorn all the way to City Hall. No words were exchanged, no rehearsals, only the inner mutual agreement of belonging, walking beside each other.

Marching started off slowly, barely moving at all, muffled by people, all around. Bit by bit Molly’s drum shook the air up, and the crowd opened the way for the music to flow through. It was amazing! We chanted at the top of our lungs, screechy or not, from bottom to top of our cords. The glittery capes shined us together: we could not miss each other. Late band members found our shine, heard our sound amidst the sea of colours and banners. We could not see but just feel the enormous crowd. Some joined our chats, danced our music, play their instruments, together we marched!

We were inside of a giant river flowing its stream and we just had to let go. No more control, just flow with the flow, stream all the way to City Hall.

It was 12:00 or even 12:30 when we reached the final destination. Once we got there “a-word-of-mouth” informed us that we should go back to make room for the water arriving behind us, and so we did: step to the side and said goodbye for the rest of the river to reach its goal.

The way back home was another incredible four hours journey. What a day! Will I ever be able to process all the energy, the feelings, the emotions of all the 75.000 bodies, being all-together-at-once?

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MInestrone Ligure Acquerelli di Pierangela Fierro Trincheri


Mostra di Pierangela Fierro Trincheri


Squisiti i dipinti di Pierangela Fierro Trincheri. Fanno venire l’acquolina solo a vederli! Aglio, cipolle, zucche di tutte le varietà’, zucchini e trombette, pomodori, fagioli e carciofi. Tutti ortaggi semplici, locali ma prelibati, tradizionalmente utilizzati per tante deliziose ricette, oltre che per fare il tradizionale minestrone alla ligure, gustoso e genuino come gli acquerelli di Pierangela.

Frutta e verdure tipicamente impiegati in cucina che Pierangela adopera anche come fonte di ispirazione rappresentata con la semplicità’ che cela la maestria di un’ artista che cucina con sostanze e colori che deliziosamente si sciolgono sul palato, oltre che su carta. Qui l’acqua succosa si mescola e si fonde con la gomma arabica trasformandosi in forme magiche: quelle della natura.  I prodotti della terra e dell’orto sono esaltati dall’alchimia della creazione, quasi scientifica, ma si tratta di una scienza organica e saporita  e sopratutto ricca di proprietà’ nutrizionali poetiche.

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Leggiadre memorie di sapori e odori, ricette e tradizioni,  abitudini e ricordi, usanze e detti antichi locali, scritti a mano ed anch’essi assorbiti dalla carta, timidamente esaltano i loro frutti accompagnandoli — insieme gloriosamente umili.

La poesia dei cachi e dei melograni si concentra in dolcissimi sapori autunnali che colorano l’illusione pittorica. Questa, man mano più’ sottile ma vera, e’ delicatamente integrata da foglie essiccate che si mimetizzano in composizioni botaniche. Esse non voglio trarre in inganno, ne creare competizione materica fra il vero e l’arte, ma forse insinuare una riflessione sul rapporto fra natura e cultura. Le opere di Pierangela come l’essenza del vero quotidiano, si riscattano nella necessita’ e si risolvono nell’azione del dare e del fare e nel coltivare la praticità’ della vita e della sopravvivenza. Ortaggi, frutta e verdure hanno una funzione sociale. Ma non solo quella culinaria gastronomica o artistica che sia, ma anche quella civica e politica di responsabilizzazione di una civiltà’ globalizzata, in cui, noi cittadini del mondo, quotidianamente viviamo ed agiamo.

I frutti artistici di Pierangela rivengono — indicativo presente del verbo rivenire, per restare in tema culinario, cioè’ mettere a bagno in acqua un alimento secco (frutta o verdura) per ridargli la perduta umidità e morbidezza —  la nostra, ahimè, un po’ essiccata coscienza sociale. Le opere di Pierangela discretamente sussurrano, ma anche con determinazione affrontano, temi di etica industriale, agricola, commerciale geopolitica. Il fine ultimo della mostra, oltre che ad allettare gli organi sensoriali, e’ quello di esercitare e sviluppare un maggiore senso umanitario, aiutando. Il ricavato della vendita delle opere verra’ infatti investito nel sostegno per gli studi di ragazzi meno abbienti in Uganda, cosi’ instaurando uno scambio di rapporti comunitari che si legano nella loro naturale interconnessione cosmica.

“Ognuno di loro con la sua storia e i suoi sacrifici, ma per tutti tanti piccoli sogni e speranze. Il progetto comunque continua con Keneth: dopo averlo portato fino alla laurea lo stiamo supportando nell’avvio di un suo progetto, che coinvolge tanti giovani agricoltori.” “Vedere che per tutti si è realizzato un futuro migliore rende il cuore pieno di gioia: dopo tanti anni questi ragazzi si sentono liberi e responsabili della loro vita, anche nell’umiltà delle loro limitate possibilità economiche. La gioia che condividiamo con Don Kenneth che è stato il motore di questo progetto (…”ogni ragazzo che studia è una scintilla di speranza per un futuro migliore, un mondo migliore…”), vogliamo che sia egualmente condivisa con Voi, che, attraverso l’acquisto di un acquerello di Pierangela o in altre svariate forme, avete reso possibile la realizzazione dei loro sogni.”

Insomma, arte e natura negli acquerelli di Pierangela si intrecciano all’umanità’ e allo spirito di solidarietà’ arricchendosi ed arricchendoci di tante sostanze nutrienti vitali.

Grazie Pierangela.

Boston Palestine film Festival

The Boston Palestine Film Festival
cordially invites you to the gala opening of
Parallel Paths: Palestinians, Native Americans, Irish 
Opening Reception
Thursday, September 17, 2015
6:00 – 8:00 pm
41 Second Street
East Cambridge, MA 02141
 Thirty-nine contemporary artists (see list below) from around the world–

most of them Palestinian, Native American, and Irish–

explore the shared historical and contemporary paths of the three cultures

with 68 original works, including paintings, photographs, prints, drawings,

artist books, and films.

Conceived by Jennifer Heath and co-curated with Dagmar Painter, 

the exhibition is traveling throughout the United States and abroad

on a five-year tour.



We would love to have as many of the participating artists present at the Opening Reception as possible. If you are a participating artist and plan to attend, kindly let us know in advance, and if so, if you would be willing to say a few words to guests about the exhibit and what it means to you, as well as sign exhibit catalogues.

R.S.V.P.: Michael Maria, Operations Director

The favor of a reply is requested by August 25, 2015

Learn more about:

The Map Is Not the Territory

The Boston Palestine Film Festival

The Cambridge Multicultural Arts Center

*”The Map is Not the Territory” was coined by philosopher/scientist Alfred Korzybski.

Participating Artists 

ogni giorno e’ un giorno speciale a sanremo

Next Show starts 1st August in Sanremo: Ogni Giorno e’ un Giorno Speciale 

Villa Angerer 1st August – 5th September.


Mario Anfosso, Claudia Borgna, Kim Boulukos, Tegi Canfari, Renzo Cassini, Alda Fagnano, Marienzo Ferrero, Sergio Frattarola, Peter Hrubsch, Claudia Lauro, Carlo Maglitto, Christine Matteucci, Margherita Serra, Leo Wesel, Judit Torok.

Le loro opere saranno ospito dei bellissimi giardini della villa che saranno insolitamente aperti al pubblico per questa speciale occasione.

La mostra e’ organizzata dal Comune di Sanremo con la collaborazione di Judit Torok e Carlo Maglitti e dell’Accademia di Bordighera.