A synthesis of 17 towns and 5 weeks in Tuscany in the Sacramento Bee.
Walking slowly through Tuscan hill towns has rewards. I found keyholes in old and new doors everywhere. Each door was marked uniquely, like fingerprints, never repeating. Sometimes I looked through the keyholes to see if there existed a link to hidden mysteries within.
Making a horse out of found materials, branches from the stream nearby. No plan, just building. Now it waits for completion.
Market day in the rain in Anghiari, all “the old men of the wall” congregate under shelters of umbrellas or arches. At one point, there were eighteen of them, blocking the arch into the main market square. I watched and drew them with the comfort of morning cappuccino and the warmth of the cafe. In this living, vibrant Medieval town, the elders are out, constantly socializing, laughing, arguing, gesturing.
Keyholes from a creepy Medieval castle, complete with torture chambers and wine cellars filled with dusty old bottles way past drinkable.