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I’ve started something I’m really excited about….A series I hope to display this spring. I’ll be documenting my journey throughout the process and you’re all welcome to follow along.

Over the last decade I’ve spent a great deal of my career in art studying the human figure. I’ve completed 3 drawing marathons (models in 3 hour spurts for a total of 12 hours in one day) and several workshops, classes and weekly sessions involving figure drawing. I’ve developed a knack for drawing portraits and have sold several on commission. Sometimes I just sit in restaurants or coffee shops and sketch interesting characters while I sip my coffee or people watch. All the while developing ideas for something larger. And here it is…

Figure Series: Six is Superimposed

I found all of these clothing patterns in a dusty box in my classroom. I’ve had an idea for a figure series for a while. This is just what I needed to get started. Below I’ve adhered the first of 12 onto a stable backing. I’ll be drawing/painting the figure series on each one.1800402_10205086678463741_4885583397149995006_n

Several completed now and ready for figures. The sheets have a texture and color similar to animal hides or dried human skin. Another excellent discovery in this process.

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The consistency of the paper reminds me of the delicate fabric dancers wear. As I move it back and forth to adhere it to the paper it reminds me of a dancer getting ready for a show.

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As I continued to adhere each piece onto the cold press paper I noticed that they all had a different number on them. Something that I had  not planned at first An exciting discovery so I decided to choose each one carefully so that the numbers did not repeat. I decided at this moment that each one would be titled by number.

I made a small example so I could test out how the pastel and charcoal would work on the surface. This is a 10 minute sketch to get a feel for how things will flow.

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The surface is rough and will take some getting used to. I decided that I want more of the pattern paper to show up and will strategically place my drawings so that the lines work with the drawing/painting.

Number 13:

This dancer sparked my interest. I found a few reference pictures to work from and focused my energy on the dress. I’m going to stick with warm and cool colors. Here is what I accomplished today.

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Last fall (2012) I spent a few early mornings out along the Connecticut River. This one in particular I really enjoyed painting. I stood down by the dam on the newly built walkway that runs alongside the dam edge. The leaves were not yet turned but the hot summer had burnt in a beautiful red color alongside the grassy field.

As I painted away I was approached by a woman dressed in heavy, draped clothing with a cane and large sunglasses. I thought to myself she may be a homeless person or perhaps of a mentally ill state or sickly in some way. It was a very hot afternoon and I was sweating in just my shorts and tank top. She came over to me and asked me what my name was and I told her. She asked where I was from. I started to get a strange feeling about her so I just said I’m from the general area. She then got really close to my easel and asked what gave me the idea to use green tape. I explained to her it was the only tape I could find in my studio at the time and I hadn’t really given it too much thought. She proceeded to stare at me for a while.

Just then the rain started to make its way across the water and I quickly started to pack up my things. I thought that this was a great way to end this bizarre interrogation. The woman said, “Well Susannah, Savannah Rosanna or whatever your real name may be…don’t go getting arrested ok?” I maintained my composure and said that I would try not to.

I haven’t been back to the dam to paint since then. I’m sure I will paint there again when I have some time and the weather is just right. I still haven’t seen my friend around town since this event. What a day!

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Oh Roomie-oh

My last week in Italy and how the time flew; how fond you can grow to people you would never meet or know if you all didn’t all take a chance like this one. I have no regrets, only growth, and I plan to harvest it and take it home with me to fertilize my dreams. I have learned relax and enjoy the day without a shower, makeup, and paint on my clothes. I’ve dug deep into my soul, with the help of a few magnificent people, (Ashley’s kindred spirit, Alex’s beautiful self hidden behind her fragil wall, Nora with your charming personality and realist point of view, Sophia with your gental butt pats and honest personality, Tori with your open heart, Evan with your dirty humor and unforced talent, Mark with your clever jokes and brilliant mind, Ayelen for your smile in the morning and your sweet mother, Stella Due with your fierce but curious personality, Kledi for tucking in your shorts into your underwear with no idea, Giorgio for your Bella! and Bambino! every time we crossed paths, & Alessandro with your selective mutism and dirt bike)….I will miss you all so much. You all helped me find myself again, the carefree, mischievous person I loved who isn’t afraid to act a little crazy with no care for what anyone else thinks. I’m free. Thank you.

 

The rest of the gang had left to go to Venice so Alex and I decided to take a day and go to Florence. I had been working on a presentation of Brunelleschi’s life and the work he accomplished on his dome. The plan was to film my experience climbing the dome and put it into my presentation. Alex was sweet enough to volunteer to film the trip. We also wanted to make our way to the market and purchase some leather goods. The internet connection was soo poor here we couldn’t get the train schedule to come up for EVER! When we talked to Nora she let us know that we had just enough time to get there if we left immediately, otherwise we would have to take the train at noon and get in after one. We ran to the van and hurried into Borgo, got our tickets, ran across the tracks to catch our train. It was a close call but we made it. After an hour long train ride we made it to Florence a little before noon.

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We decided that we would get something to eat first and then climb the dome immediately after. It was brutally hot, like every other day we’ve been here, and we found a nice little place to get a cold salad and some white wine. After lunch we got in line for the dome and Alex shot the first video of our entry. We had to purchase tickets to climb the dome and we opted for the museum combo. It would be a nice treat after the climb.

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A fancily dressed woman with too much makeup came by and asked us if we spoke english. When half of the line said yes she offered to let us cut the rest of the line if we paid an extra 18 Euro for premium tickets. Alex and I thought that was a ridiculous idea and opted out, but a few others took her up on the deal. We were through the line in less than 10 minutes and the accent began. The inside of the Duomo was cool and refreshing, but didn’t last long. As we continued up the winding stairs it became warmer and warmer. My excitement kept me moving at a steady pace and at one point Alex asked me why I was running. We were hot and sweaty and running low on water. I caught up to the last group climbing ahead of us and had to slow my pace. We made it to the top of the church and it was beautiful.

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A look down….

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I was excited and disappointed at the same time because I had thought we had made it to the top of the dome and we still had quite a ways to go. Up, up, up until we reached the top. There was a brilliant breeze blowing that reenergized us for the descent. I found a english speaking woman to take Alex and my photo at the top. The marble was shining and you could see everything everywhere in Florence.

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We headed back down the dome and went to find the museum. After circling the dome a couple times we went to the information center to find out where exactly the museum was located. She explained to us that they were doing construction right in front of the doorway and we would have to make our way behind it to find the entrance. We found the museum and it was full of interesting shrine like sculptures dedicated to a variety of important men. Inside them were pieces of their body parts like teeth and finger bones. On the second floor I really liked two of the sculptures they had. One was beautiful and the other by Donatello was disturbing, which is why I liked it.

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After the museum we grabbed some cold water and headed to the leather market to pick up a few things for ourselves and family. Alex bought two beautiful purses and I bought a wallet and earrings for my friend, Lori. I didn’t end up buying anything for myself. Earlier I had purchased my first decorative scarf with Alex’s help. It was too hard to choose from all the wonderful things in the market. Every shop owner you encountered there would talk down the other shops and make claims there stuff was better than the others. One old woman even bought a competitors purse to prove to us that his merchandise was much cheaper than her high quality bags. I was impressed with her sales tactics and we made our purchases from her.

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Later that week we went to a German WWII cemetery. I brought along charcoal and paper to do rubbings but was a bit disappointed when I saw that all the stones were generic government issued stones. According to Mark during the war the entire area was blown to smithereens and nothing was left of the men who fought there. There were circular holes in the ground filled with water and small fish. Mark told us this is where the men had buried their artillery to make it much harder to attack and find them. Of course this strategy only worked for a short time.

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The Fourth of July.

Not really a big deal here for the Italians but I was feeling a bit homesick this day. Last year I had a wonderful time at one of the mountains with a fun band and fantastic fireworks. This year we would see none of it. Mark took us into Florence to see San Marco and Sant’ Appolonia. The annunciation and all of the cells were really interesting, especially the two that had holes in the floor with mirrors positioned so you could see the drawings down below. At Sant’ Appolonia we were treated to a brilliant fresco. The fresco had been removed from the wall due to water damage and the drawing that the artist had prepared underneath, and thought would never be seen by anyone, was discovered, removed and placed on the side of the wall for everyone to see.

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We walked across the Ponte Vecchio and looked at a bunch of beautiful jewelry I would never be able to afford. Our next stop would be the American WWII Cemetery.

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At this point we were all very tired, hot and thirsty. It was a long drive to the cemetery in Tavarnuzze and Michael, Mark’s brother, was running late. Fortunately the American Cemetery was much better equipped than the German Cemetery in the respect that they had a cold water cooler and bathrooms. Tori and I hid inside the building and indulged in the cold water for about 10 minutes. The cemetery was beautiful, decorated with roses everywhere. Tori and I made our way up to the top where Michael would give us a history lesson on the war here.

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After what seemed like the longest lecture of my life (not because it was uninteresting, but because we were hot and tired) we were allowed to wander and return to the van. There was a beautiful chapel at far left of the long list of names. As I made my way along the wall I found a few people who were from Vermont and New Hampshire. By the time we reached the van most of us were dead from the heat and we all collapsed on each other until we made it home for dinner.

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A day in Lucca…

We had the option to go to Lucca for the weekend and ride bikes. Ashley, Evan and Alex all went to Pompeii (I wanted to go but lacked the funds). Trina went with Maria for the day so Sophia, Nora, Tori went to Lucca. Sophia had never ridden a bicycle before so we thought about getting a two person bike and having her balance along with one of us. That idea didn’t go so well so she decided to wander about the village while we rode around the wall. She is a survivor and speaks English, Italian, Chinese and Korean so she got along just fine. We didn’t worry about her one bit!

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Sophia photo-bombed my picture of the wall and we headed over to rent bikes. It was a wonderful day, wind in our hair (they don’t rent helmets and most people don’t wear them anyway) so we decided to do two loops. The village was small in size and had a completely circular center. I thought if I could live anywhere in Italy it would be here. People enjoyed running and biking and the markets smelled wonderful.

We went to get lunch at a small restaurant near the center of town. I had two spinach and cheese stuffed manicotti with tomato cream sauce. Tori was having a difficult time finding anything to eat because of her allergies. When the woman found out she was allergic to dairy she wouldn’t let her order anything with dairy in it. Tori whispered to me “good thing she doesn’t know I have a gluten allergy.” Tori ended up with a huge piece of bread and tomatoes on top. After that we walked over to a church nearby.

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The shops started to close for siesta and Nora really wanted a pair of shoes. We made our way through one of the narrowest streets I’ve ever been down and found the shop. Unfortunately they did not have her size. We called them the millepede shoes because of the many straps that went across the top of the foot area. Sadly she purchased a pair of kankle sandals and we made our way back to San Cresci.

Nora started us off with a demonstration of how to complete a monochromatic under-painting. I was thrilled to do this kind of painting because I feel comfortable with a monochromatic scheme. I also liked the point she brought up about how the under-painting would map out what we needed to do later on when we would be blocking in color. I’ve never really been taught how to block in color so I am feeling concerned about will come of it. I would hate to ruin any paintings I’ve done by blocking them in improperly.

Tori’s family came to visit her which was a treat. They were a very sweet couple and invited me on a walk with them down to the pig farm. Along the way we passed a mother cow and her baby. Tori and I noted that there had been two baby calves and that we had viel a few nights ago. It was a sad thought and we immediately changed the subject and continued upon our way.

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We entered the courtyard for the abandoned pig farm and Tori started to persuade her parents into buying the farm and having everyone live there. I relished in the idea of coming over for sleepovers and her parents made the comment that they wouldn’t even know if I was there it was such a large place! We entered inside and scoped out the three floors. On the second floor there was a beautiful family room with a huge fireplace. It was collectively the favorite room in the entire mansion.

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The next morning I decided to take an early morning hike and look for great places to paint. The two cats I made friends with were up early too! I headed up the same trail that Tori’s family and I had taken the evening prior. It was still cool out and I mustered along up and down hills, across fields, through valleys and found absolutely nothing that inspired me. I followed side paths to abandoned villas, and hayfields but the villas were ugly and the hay bales were sloppy. The cemetery was pleasant but not anything I felt the urge to paint. The sun was not hitting the fields the way I wanted and trees didn’t seem to line up or look quite right for a painting. I feared that I had painters block. I returned two hours later with nothing to show for it. I made a cup of tea and contemplated my dilema.

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Wednesday was another unsuccessful day. I laid out in the sun, made a grilled cheese sandwich with Tori, wished her well as she headed off to the embassy and that was it. Another day without a single painting. At least I would have the weekend to collect myself and get something done. Thursday Mark returned with the van and the window had not been replaced, well it had been temporarily “fixed” for our trip to Padova.

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In Padova we went to a large chapel and saw some amazing paintings and sculptures. We weren’t allowed to take pictures there and so we went to a nice place for lunch. They had two pages of different varieties of pizzas to pick from. I was curious about how smoked horse would taste so I ordered that. It was ok but it was finely shredded meat and not what I was expecting. I took about a bazillion pictures of Alex in the restaurant as a joke. She had been tormented with someone snapping pictures of her and her work without permission all week. Some people can be so insensitive…

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After lunch Alex, Evan, Ashley and I went for a walk down to a park. It was a beautiful! There were people all over the place having picnic lunches and playing games with their kids. I was interrupted by Ashley when she came to find me and let me know it was time to go to the Scrovegni Chapel. After deionization for 10 minutes were allowed into the chapel and it was like nothing I had ever imagined. Giotto was a genius and one of the most talented artist I’ve ever seen in life thus far. The only thing that was troubling about the visit is they only allowed us inside for 15 minutes. My most favorite part was the virtues and vices.

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There was a fabulous garden of statues as we left the group. Evan, Trin, and Ashley went to Venice for the weekend. Nora and I found a particular statue intriguing because it was supposed to represent a sculptor but looked more like a sinister character doing a lobotomy. Hoping our van was still there we headed down the street. It was still there and we turned the GPS on and went on our way. Mark had given it to us to help us navigate back home, however he had forgotten to change the ‘home’ location from Switzerland to Borgo. We started going out the wrong way and I had to go into the options and change the location. After paying an extra toll we were turned around and headed in the right direction. The GPS has the poorest Italian accent and couldn’t read the signs to us very well. It was so ridiculous we burst out laughing every time it told us our next turn. We named it Romeo and gave it hell whenever we didn’t agree with it’s directions.

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On Friday it was like something clicked. Everyone was gone except for Alex and she stayed in bed until 1:30 in the afternoon. I got a ride down to the barn and painted for hours. My thinner was anything but ‘thin.’ I had left the cover off and it had thickened up to a glue. I had a really had time getting my paint to cooperate but I managed to finish 2 under paintings. The man who owned the farm was friendly and didn’t mind me painting his barn. He and his grandson went out to collect hay. I got a great picture of him with his tractor so I can place it later into a painting. In the afternoon I completed two more paintings. I finally felt like I got my mojo back. Tomorrow I will spend the day with Alex in Florence.

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Yesterday Nora, Sophia, Alex, and Mark all went to the Morandi Museum while Victoria and I stayed behind. I lacked the funds to go and Tori had lost her credit card and all her cash during the robbery in Florence the day before. I had thought about getting up for a run but decided to stay in bed and read the rest of The Girl who Played with Fire. Tori joined me and together we read until 12:30 in the afternoon. We both finished our books and headed down stairs to make grilled cheese sandwiches. To our surprise the cook had shown up and was looking rather rough around the edges. Tori and I had told Mark we would be fine making lunch for ourselves and to give him the afternoon off. The cook had been out late and was very hung over and tired. He showed up because he had forgotten to prep desert for the night and was finishing up when he saw us. He instantly thought he had forgotten to show up to make us lunch as well and started to boil water. Tori and I, with our “excellent Italian”, tried to explain that he did not need to worry, but he continued on in a vile mood uttering words I did not understand and the occasional F bomb. We wrapped up our sandwiches and settled for a pesto pasta dish with Kledi, the cook.

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After lunch Tori and I went to the studio and painted for the afternoon. It was having one of the best days I have had since I’ve been at Capitignano. Tori put some music on and we painted for hours. I made small color theory studies I could put into my painting bible for later and then went out to capture the clouds. I decided to use a small primed board that was on the floor and go beyond the 6-inch limit. It seemed that everyone else had dismissed the assignments restrictions and painted whatever they wanted. I felt more freedom in this painting and was happy with how it turned out.

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That afternoon I went for a hike on the logging trails behind the game area. I decided to take the left trail and see where it went. The trail was full of spider webs and very much overgrown. I made sure to stomp my feet and wear long pants so not to get bitten by a viper or some other kind of snake. I ended up at a dead end and returned to the second fork on that trail and headed left. I passed a foxhole and continued along the barbwire fence for a couple of miles. The further I went the more grown in it became and I started to have trouble trying to get down the trail. I also started to worry about how far out in the woods I was all alone and I hadn’t brought anything with me in the event I was attacked by a snake or wild boar. I could fashion an acorn top into a whistle if needed and put one in my pocket. I headed back just in time for dinner. It was nice to see the rest of the gang back at home for dinner.

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I noticed the beautiful sunset before desert was served and told Tori we should go watch it. We sat on the wall and watched one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. After we went to enjoy the football game: England vs Italy. 90 minutes, two overtimes, and a final penalty kick and the Italians won!  It was a late night and I was exhausted.

I was overcome with stress dreams last night. One involved our group going to a destination in Italy.

…It was raining hard and we were sitting in a parking lot waiting for the rain to settle down.I looked over and saw a Dunkin Donuts and said to my group “Look! A D&D! We can get a latte and donuts.

Normally I don’t care for donuts but in my dream I had the desire.

We went inside and everyone ordered a coffee of some sort. I was last and ordered an iced latte. When I received the latte it was still warm and the ice had melted. This upset me a bit but tried to brush it off since we were in another country. I asked the clerk if there were more varieties of donut holes. He went to check and my painting instructor, Nora, told me how bad they were for me. I responded with how cute they were! The clerk returned and told me they had more so I ordered a small box of them for the group. When he returned he handed me a bag with lose donut holes in it, all strawberry frosted. I left my bag on the counter and explained to the clerk I wanted a variety and could clearly see there were more than strawberry frosted donut holes. We returned to the counter and my bag was gone. He smiled a sarcastic grin and said good luck finding your donuts. If I didn’t locate the bag he would not replace them. I searched the building and found nothing. I came back and tried to nicely explain to the boy how ridiculous it was to pay 17 euro for donuts and coffee and end up without them for my group. He walked off and I asked for a manager. The two mafia dressed men in the back both spoke poor English and mocked my position by saying how respectable the clerk was and how my credentials were nothing in comparison. I became bitter at the situation and started to turn over the trash barrels behind the counter on the floor. I woke up…

With my heart pounding I awoke with a fright. Where did this dream come from? After I got some water and settled down I went back to sleep only to continue a restless night of stress dreams.

In the morning I got up at 6am for a run. I decided to run father this morning than the last week. I ran past the pig farm, disheartened that the scattered hay barrels were moved from the field to a spot just by the wall. I was looking forward to painting that spot again with a much larger canvas. After passing the pig farm I knew I was in for a hill, but I had no idea what kind of hill it would turn out to be. It went down for another mile until I finally reached the bottom where a little bridge crossed a small, stagnant stream. I stopped there and turned around to head back up the hill. It was such a steep grade I was unable to run. It felt like something I had tackled during the New England Tough Mudder on mount Snow. I made it back to the Flattoria and started to read a new book. Within minutes I was asleep again. I missed breakfast and headed down to class. There I was bombarded with people needing tech support and friendly conversation. I spent 3 hours in the library and got absolutely nothing done for myself. I retired to studio to read a Plein Air painting magazine. I found an excellent article on capturing different light. I also really liked this quote:

Painters compete with each other; artists don’t. As an artist, you have your own unique voice, and you speak from your personal experience – there is no competition there ~ Daniel Pinkham

Critique commenced within the hour and everyone set up their weeks worth of paining studies. It was once again gratifying to have this part of class behind me. I had a rough week and a tough time getting my 5 paintings done but I managed it somehow.

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I felt dizzy and tired and went back to my room to shower for dinner. Trina made a cherry pie from the cherry tree outside. It was fabulous. I’m looking forward to this weeks painting adventures.

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As I settle down to write this blog I realize that so much has happened and I wish I had checked in sooner, however, the Internet here has been unreliable and I have exhausted my time deciphering the meaning of anachronism for a report. Almost every morning I get up early to go for a jog and think about my life, what I’ve done and where I’m going, and looking for interesting places to paint. There are a couple of spots that I have decided to return to. One of them is a beautiful old pig farm villa and another is a field of cows, which you can only get to by following the trails behind Capitignano and jumping a couple fences. On my way back over the fences I must have disturbed an ant hill because the fence was literally crawling with them. It was a bit frightening but I made it back without being carried off by them.

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We finished up our value drawings and had a critique on Monday. I felt that I overworked a few of my drawings but overall made progress with myself. The drawing of the gate was a particular favorite of mine and the class as well. I would like to spend more time sketching in the next few weeks. I brought along the wrong sketch book and it’s been a real bother. It’s a bound sketchbook so it does not stay open and I’ve resorted to ripping the pages out one by one. The spiral bound sketchbook is at home on the bookshelf, far away from me.

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This week I have not slept well at all. I believe it’s a combination of homesickness and the heat. It’s taking a heavy toll on my work thus far, and possibly my relationships. I’m feeling confident that it will pass and I will produce wonderful paintings. Tuesday I was exhausted from not sleeping for two days. We had a painting demo and we all went out to paint. I was overwhelmed by the landscape and all the green! How was I going to make an interesting painting with green everywhere???

I went down to a spot I really liked with rows of olive trees descending into the distance. I primed my 6″ X 6″ canvas paper with a reddish-brown and started to go to work. One important thing I learned from Nora was to take the necessary time to mix my colors and prepare my palette for what I want to do. Before this little lesson I used to madly place paint on my pallet and mix as I went. I spent the first hour setting up and preparing my palette. The results were satisfying and I laid down the paint. I tried to make sure that I paid attention to all of my tiny canvas and not obsess over one spot. I became entirely frustrated with the olive trees and ended scraping them of several times. Tiny lizards crawled by me from time to time, stopping to see what I was up to and scurrying off when I made an abrupt movement.

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The next day I had slept well and went for a run. I met up with Victoria and we ran to the pigfarm and back. After we collected our painting gear and hiked up through the path to the rolling hills. I kept a vigilant eye out for the vipers who enjoy slithering through the tall grass near the path. We set up and spent a wonderful, hot morning painting the hillside. This was the result.

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I wished to myself I could be more painterly with my work. I hated every inch of it. I retired to the library and worked on my assignments for art history. A grueling 3 hours later I got up to dump out my coke can and realized that I was locked in the library. I started to panic and tried to contact people through e mail and the e mail shut down. I stayed in the library for another hour and a half before Lynn came in and set me free. I decided that I wouldn’t be painting that afternoon since much of my time was lost while I was held hostage. I did make a friend outside..

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Friday we left for Florence. Alex was up late drinking and was throwing up all morning. I went up with dry toast and Motrin. She collected herself and got in the van. As we descended the driveway Alex vomited several times and we turned around to drop her off. The day was starting poorly and I had not slept very well. Stress dreams were taking over my sleep and leaving me restless and manic. In Florence we went to visit a beautiful church with frescos from the 12th century. It was amazing!

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I wanted a pamphlet from the church as a memoir so I put a euro into the box and put one in my bag. I noted that several people took pamphlets and did not pay for them. I wondered what kind of bad luck would come from stealing in a church. I went down to the crypt and lit a candle for my father. The sounds from all the cameras snapping pictures started to eat away at me. I felt it was disrespectful to the dead.

We left the church and headed downtown to the next church. One woman had bad knees and went to find a cab to meet us there. She had trouble finding a cab and we were held up at the next church, the church of Sante Croce for so long we had to cancel our trip to the third church after lunch. This place was AMAZING! I sat in front of Bronzini’s Descent of Christ into Limbo for what seemed like hours. It was the most beautiful thing I had seen so far..

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I also was ecstatic to find out that the tomb of Michelangelo was in the next room. There were so many extraordinary people buried in this church. The frescos were amazing and the sculptures heavenly.

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Lunch was at this fast food place and mediocre at best. I ordered the motz and tomato salad and the seafood risotto. I ate very little of it and started to people watch. The place was crawling with tourist, like cockroaches. I could easily pick out the Americans because they were grotesquely overweight. There was a group of special needs kids, Asians, scandalously dressed French girls among all the crowd. It was hard to find a seat and I ended up sitting with strangers. I noticed a couple who were dressed exactly the same and it made me giggle. I took a creeper picture of them.

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We split up so Mark could collect the van and we could all catch the train. Mark called us shortly after to alert us there was something wrong. I was worried it was Alex because she was so sick, but it turned out our van was broken into and everything was stolen. It was horrifying. We spent hours at the police station making out reports. three people from the group decided to go to Rome and the beach without anything. The rest of us went home to collect ourselves. Live and learn…

Last night I had stress dreams and woke up at 5 to paint. There was so much fog outside I decided to try calling family and friends at home. There was no answer as it was 11:30 their time. I’m looking forward to this week coming to an end and putting it behind me.