Transitioning from light to dark to light and from public to private, I am beginning to notice that stairs here in Roma are truly sculpture. These worn steps undulating like gentle waves speak of the countless thousands of people who have preceeded me along this passage way as I leave the daylight of Piazza di S Apollonia behind and head up to the apartment
Friday, January 15, 2010
I have packed up my paints in NYC for the time being, and I'm currently settling into my new space in Rome. It's a bit on the palatial side, but immensely enjoyable. The dinging of the bells every quarter hour from the nearby Basilica of Santa Maria in Trastevere (reputed to be one of the oldest churches in Rome, founded in the 3rd century - its current incarnation dates predominantly from the 12th century) gently reminds me of my change of locale. As if I need to be reminded.