{"id":1757,"date":"2017-05-31T09:07:23","date_gmt":"2017-05-31T09:07:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/?p=1757"},"modified":"2017-05-31T09:07:23","modified_gmt":"2017-05-31T09:07:23","slug":"eugenio-ligato-a-guitar-in-my-hands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/eugenio-ligato-a-guitar-in-my-hands\/","title":{"rendered":"Eugenio Ligato: a guitar in my hands"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Post by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.italianstories.it\">Italian Stories<\/a> | from our book <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kickstarter.com\/projects\/italianstories\/mani-the-heart-of-italian-craftsmanship\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">MANI<\/a><\/p>\n<h2>Many people that walk into <a href=\"https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/en\/user\/1219\/eugenio-lorenzo\">my shop<\/a> ask me whether I am the one who builds the musical instruments on display. &#8220;Yes, I do it,&#8221; I reply. Yet I often read uncertainty in their eyes. In fact, the following question is almost always: &#8220;How?&#8221;<\/h2>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio4-1.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1761\" src=\"http:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio4-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1134\" height=\"756\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio4-1.jpg 1134w, https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio4-1-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio4-1-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio4-1-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio4-1-144x96.jpg 144w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1134px) 100vw, 1134px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I grew up in a house with few musical instruments but full of music. When I first embraced a guitar I was 16 years old, and I felt so grateful and fulfilled that I promised myself that I would never do without all that beauty.<\/p>\n<p>When I had just finished high school I came across the \u201cCivica Scuola di Liuteria di Milano\u201d (Civic School of Violin Making in Milan), and there I began <a href=\"https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/en\/ad\/281\/inside-the-luthier-lab\">my journey into the world of violin making<\/a>. I learned to maintain a balance between traditional craftsmanship and the implementation of machinery to optimize production time.<\/p>\n<p>Right after graduating I returned to Cosenza, where the ups and downs of self-employment flooded me with a load of sleepless nights and projects to finish in <a href=\"https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/en\/user\/1219\/eugenio-lorenzo\">my shop<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio5-1.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1762\" src=\"http:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio5-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1134\" height=\"756\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio5-1.jpg 1134w, https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio5-1-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio5-1-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio5-1-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio5-1-144x96.jpg 144w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1134px) 100vw, 1134px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<h2>Today <a href=\"https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/en\/user\/1219\/eugenio-lorenzo\">my guitar shop<\/a> is my world. I spend days immersed in the scent of the wood, which I always request of highest quality. It is in fact the \u201craw material\u201d that makes a handmade musical instrument special, and choosing the right wood, piece by piece, is one of the most beautiful parts of my work.<\/h2>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio1-1.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1760\" src=\"http:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio1-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1100\" height=\"439\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio1-1.jpg 1100w, https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio1-1-300x120.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio1-1-768x307.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio1-1-1024x409.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/eugenio1-1-241x96.jpg 241w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1100px) 100vw, 1100px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>When I introduce myself to the people who come to visit me I explain that being a luthier is not a hobby but a real job where you have no room to improvise: initially, you need a guide to teach you how to &#8220;tirar di scalpello&#8221; (hold and pull a chisel), but also how to acknowledge the different types of wood, the chemistry, the physics and, not least, the history.<\/p>\n<h2>Then I explain that the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.italianstories.it\/en\/ad\/281\/inside-the-luthier-lab\">luthier <\/a>is, first and foremost, a craftsman but also a botanist, a carpenter, a physicist, a chemist and an engineer. All this, however, must be moved by one single word: &#8220;passion&#8221;.<\/h2>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Post by Italian Stories | from our book MANI Many people that walk into my shop ask me whether I am the one who builds the musical instruments on display. &#8220;Yes, I do it,&#8221; I reply. Yet I often read uncertainty in their eyes. 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