The View Out My Window
Mar. 26th, 2008 11:24 pmThe noise and smudges in the image are the dirt on the glass. I couldn't get the window open, but this was my view. Yes, that's the dome of San Lorenzo there in the distance.
My room was on the top floor of my little hotel. It took going up in the elevator to the fourth floor and then walking up a flight of stairs to the fifth floor. The room was the size of a postage stamp and had a footbath masquerading as a bathtub, but for ten days, it was my home away from home.
And for this view, it was priceless.
Now with a couple of months between me and Florence and the Biennale, I find myself looking back with a great feeling of gratitude. I may have been too cold half the time and my legs may have occasionally felt like murder on ice from all the walking, but gods.
What an experience.
And thank Crom I have all these photos to remember it by.
* * *
So, life motors on and is full of hugely interesting things. There are still things that are challenging, but gods, what a difference three weeks make. The entire tenor of my life has changed, just by getting a job that doesn't make me crazy.
Don't get me wrong. I'm getting even less writing done.
But tonight, I started a new painting. I'll post the progress photo on Friday. Sky is laid in and sky horses are sketched in and ready. Next phase will be to paint in the monliths. There may also be a fold of cloth painted in. But we'll see. That'll require a matte gel medium.
But this is my point.
I'm not left feeling so drained that the painting is a chore. It's back to what it started being. A meditation and a joy. A way to remember my father.
I wish I could bottle parts of how I feel, i.e. the joy, minus the challenges. But for all I know, it's the challenges that are giving such contrast to the joy. The hard shadow to define this wonderful sunlight.
I don't know.
But gods, let me not only stay in this moment for a bit longer, but let me share it with everyone.
This is my wish.
And on that note, good night.
My room was on the top floor of my little hotel. It took going up in the elevator to the fourth floor and then walking up a flight of stairs to the fifth floor. The room was the size of a postage stamp and had a footbath masquerading as a bathtub, but for ten days, it was my home away from home.
And for this view, it was priceless.
Now with a couple of months between me and Florence and the Biennale, I find myself looking back with a great feeling of gratitude. I may have been too cold half the time and my legs may have occasionally felt like murder on ice from all the walking, but gods.
What an experience.
And thank Crom I have all these photos to remember it by.
* * *
So, life motors on and is full of hugely interesting things. There are still things that are challenging, but gods, what a difference three weeks make. The entire tenor of my life has changed, just by getting a job that doesn't make me crazy.
Don't get me wrong. I'm getting even less writing done.
But tonight, I started a new painting. I'll post the progress photo on Friday. Sky is laid in and sky horses are sketched in and ready. Next phase will be to paint in the monliths. There may also be a fold of cloth painted in. But we'll see. That'll require a matte gel medium.
But this is my point.
I'm not left feeling so drained that the painting is a chore. It's back to what it started being. A meditation and a joy. A way to remember my father.
I wish I could bottle parts of how I feel, i.e. the joy, minus the challenges. But for all I know, it's the challenges that are giving such contrast to the joy. The hard shadow to define this wonderful sunlight.
I don't know.
But gods, let me not only stay in this moment for a bit longer, but let me share it with everyone.
This is my wish.
And on that note, good night.