I had a sitter coming to the studio at 11. I got the message at breakfast that she couldn’t make it. I contemplated yet another self-portrait, but I was tired of looking at myself. There…

It’s September 11th.  How long will we remember where we were on this date? A lifetime for most of us I suppose. I spent the day reading about war today.  Yesterday on the bus, I realized how…

What a day.  We traveled to Orvieto to see the art, then to Todi, mostly for cocktails.  On the way from Orvieto to Todi – I’m really not sure how it came up – but Hitler was…

I stayed quiet this morning.  One of the artists suggested a critique. I knew I would be opting out.  My iPod and I were headed to the studio.  Giovanni’s was closed, and the town seemed to still be…

I want to be fabulous by now.  I want all of my hurdles to be squashed and see myself dancing into a Picasso’esk kind of moment.  I want to recognize the appropriate use of bold color in…

I see so many changes in my world.  Not just the way my pants fit, or the level of sag in my cheekbones, but the structure of my life.  Our kids are getting older. My husband is…

I’m not accustomed to having someone stare at me.  But when you ask someone to sit for you, and you’re not specific about where they should look I guess it’s only natural that they would look…

“Our eyes met in the piazza, we were only 15. For eternity our hearts were locked.” Pietro is a poet. We found him at the tobaccheria last night watching TV.  I pulled Ellie in with me…

Two weeks is not enough.  One of my new friends goes home on Saturday.  She planned this trip long ago. Though she loathes her job and her boss, she gave plenty of notice, studied the schoolbook cover…

I did not have to face “the square” ? though I think I may have tackled it, had we stayed put. Tomorrow… This afternoon we were invited to a private home to paint the landscape…