Isabella Ducrot

The thread that weaves through Isabella Ducrot’s twenty-two stories is like the weave of the fabrics she so loves and collects: not tight but slightly slack, not completely covering but allowing glimpses of what lies behind. Isabella Ducrot refers to this aspect of her textiles and prose as “breath.” It reveals itself in the gaps, the empty spaces and the rips, emotionally touching anyone who recognizes it for what it is: a questioning, an asking us to understand. Thus, whether it be on a beach in her hometown of Naples or on a trip, whether it be a childhood memory or a religious reflection, in each of these places Isabella Ducrot bears witness to a moment of felicitous intimacy, initially with amazement, then posing whimsically childish questions of these seemingly insignificant yet unforgettable events.

Translated by Adam Victor from Italian.