Hazards of the Job…Rischi del Mestiere

This is just a quick note to explain why I disappeared for a while..First I had.a virus, but then I felt really unwell..so much so that I couldn’t work….as it turns out I have various slipped discs in my back all along the spine….and so, I cannot be schlepping my easel full of paints, plus extra paint and brushes and a stool and canvases or wood panels down the road and up steep hills ………..but I’ve got a solution …back to work outside soon as soon as the rains stop!!!!

Ecco una nota breve a spiegare la mia scomparsa negli ultimi mesi…Stavo male prima con un virus,ma dopo mi sentivo ancora davvero male, così male che non potevo lavorare…è venuto fuori che io ho multiple ernie al disco tutto lunga la spina, e perciò non potrò uscire portando addosso il cavalletto pieno di colori ( in tubi di piombo) in più una borsa di altri colori e pennelli, lo sgabello, delle tele o pannelli di legno, prendendo la strada su e giù per  boschi e colline …..ma! mi è venuta la soluzione..presto ritornerò fuori a dipingere appena finiscono queste piogge!!!!

The Long Summer into Fall

This a plein air oil on 70 x 100 cm canvas, 2 1/2 hrs every morning for 3 weeks in August…un olio su tela 70 x 100, 2 1/2 ore ogni mattina per 3 settimane d’agosto….

Hello all!!! it was a long HOT ..102 degree summer here and then the rain  and more rain and somehow it is November!!! almost the end..I am still here ..neither scorched nor drowned..

Salve tutti!!! Quest’estate , come sapete, è stato caldissimo..40-42 gradi e poi c’era la pioggia, ed ancora pioggia ed ancora pioggia ..adesso siamo quasi alla fine di novembre ma sono ancora qua ne brusciata viva ne affogata..grazie!!..

8)    excuse the delay.

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Lo sviluppo di uno dei miei quadri…the development of one of my paintings

primo stadio di lavoro dopo 5 +/- di lavoro..first stage after 5 hours of work..early March..l’inizio di marzo

Secondo stadio fotografato dopo qualche settimana..quasi tutti elimenti ci sono…second stage after a few weeks of work ..almost all elements of the painting are down

Almost the end stage..quasi la fine….as time has passed the light and the colors have changed..con il passaggio del tempo i colori e la luce sono cambiati …fine marzo..the end of March

Finally the opening at La Palagina

Hello all..salve tutti…è passato un pò di tempo dall’ultimo post..some time has past since my last post…and during that time..e durante quel periodo..I was finishing up a significant painting..stavo finendo un quadro importante..cioè importante per la mostra ma un pò meno per me…that is,I was finishing a painting that was essential for the exhibition but less for me..as well, I was getting everything framed and establishing prices..the hardest part for me……in più,facevo incorniciare tutto and dovevo stabilire prezzi,che per me è la cosa più difficile della storia..the opening was Thursday and was mildly successful… l’inaugurazione è stata fatta giovedì con un successo (diciamo) contenuto….ed ora sono stanca senza adrenalina…now I’m tired without my adrenalin rush …però!! out again painting..however, sono di nuovo fuori a dipingere….8<)


My Heart Welcomed Tuscany

My heart welcomed Tuscany although it was I who entered. Seven years ago, May 31, 2005, my brothers and sister, and I lost our father for the second time and finally. This is a sad day for me although outside, the sun is shining brightly surpassing the summer cumulus clouds; the poppies, calendula, and malva exalting in the persistent greens of the season; blackbirds, finches and swallows sing out and swoop down from their nests.

After our father flew, we huddled together, mostly metaphorically, in an anglo-saxon american mode; our mother cried out and protested loudly..sometimes against us.We hid and preened our feathers or jumped about looking to divert her.

Flight:  it was an educated whim and a warm escape to a magical world…now my home and inspiration.

Still life..Natura Morta

In Italian “still life” is “natura morta” which is a little more than still, I would say, and less appetizing than Cezanne’s oranges!!!  Anyway, once in a blue moon I actually do nature morte or still lifes but it is rare..mostly I create life size ones in which I LIVE, not paint..but I realize that my banner picture ..?..has a still life and since my dear friend Patrizia wants me to paint a few, I think I should COMMENT : ok, I’ve lost my enthusiasm for these ..because as I ‘ve said, I make them to live in, and I have developed into a lover and reallizer of unstill things!!!..the wind blowing the trees, people walking down the road, the sun and clouds who won’t hold still..  as well as FACES…(if they hold still, there’s no life to interpret)…..there’s more challenge in moving, breathing, changeable subjects.  But, don’t worry, Pat, I will do one, for you.


It is a new day..overcast as yesterday but with the promise of sun. The chorus of blackbirds and swallows and sparrows are singing their hearts out with joy..in their nests the products of their love..a shape with no end…as perhaps their love.

The other day on Facebook, someone sent me a U-tube video of an old man in a nursing home in the US; he had been withdrawn and non responsive for years. He is an old black man with a warm voice, and he had loved music, Cab Callaway in particular. Someone thought..perhaps,not the doctor, but someone considerate who knew him, that if he could listen to his music, it might change things for him. And so they put earphones on him and he came “alive” and even for some time ..or ’til now..I don’t remember. The music gave him back himself..gave him back to his loved ones.  Oh, that the quiet visual art could do this.

it’s a hard rain’s a gonna …

Well, it isn’t exactly hard, actually it’s soft, but it is an insistent and constant rain, and just when you think it’s at an end , there are the dark clouds and one or two or three timid first drops.  Anyway, that’s one of my favorite Dylan songs so this was an excuse to write it up there in big black letters!!!!  good rain to encourage going through stuff and sorting it out..I save too many tuna fish cans for turps..even used ones…ma! it’s me Scottish blood…..and so, I went through dusty piles of incredible stuff that I think I could use for cleaning brushes and such…when that rain ends I will find a spot where there is also another color besides GREEN…..but i do like green…happy spring to you.