I’m landing in Italy on March 14th, to stay with old friends in Tuscany, as the first artist-in-residence for ArtSpace Toscana, an artist enclave planned and created by Michael Pearce, architect, and his designer/artist wife, Marguerite Lynch. The sketch above- Cinque Terre, 1996.
In this area, the cars adjust to the people, not the other way around.
Hiking from Tavernelle up the mountain past Villa Barbolana, looking out over the valley below, in Tuscany. Steep grades of 10 to 25% stopped us at halfway on the way to Cappuccini Convent and Montauto Castle. We’ll have to complete the climb another day. By a budding tree, all I could hear were bees buzzing.
Monte Santa Maria Tiberina, up a long, narrow, switchback road, to the top. Here, in a tavern with the most spectacular view, the bar keeper takes a break. He’s undoubtedly grown up here and yet, he comes out to the patio to enjoy the view. He posed for me for a little while.
Wandering Anghiari takes days. I followed a road, a gently curving road, past an abandoned villa, it’s walls evidence of passing kids, making the kinds of marks that kids make everywhere. I peered through the iron gate, across neglected gardens and felt sorrow for such a beautiful home. I passed it’s crumbling stone walls and followed the road onward, looking up at the town always, as clouds shifted across the sky. Now the town was bathed in light, now in shadow.