The vibe shifted today. We are all on the same page now. The old tree was shaken up, and the sour apples fell off. There is nothing luxurious about this place. The beds are hard, and you can feel the springs. If you sleep through breakfast, you go hungry. The use of a blow dryer will short out the entire building. If you have issues with shared space, hair in the drain that doesn’t belong to you, or toilets that won’t flush when you need them to, then this place is not for you.

If you want to wake to the sound of cocks floating up the hillside at 6 am, unexpected wind shifts slamming doors shut at all hours, plentiful food at scheduled hours, and all the time in the world to paint fascinating people and sun drenched places then come along.

Today it all made sense.

I went plein-air painting this morning. Not a normal occurrence for me, but I don’t have to worry about the bears or the mountain lions here – so I felt good about it. It was incredibly freeing.

After lunch I had a studio visit scheduled with one of the teachers here. She began to explain the energy difference in a piece painted from a photograph, compared to a piece painted from real life. To prove her point, she sat for me. 30 minutes was my limit. Go for it, make it happen. I did, and IT did. It was a small piece. 4” x 6”. It was not her exact likeness, but it was her – and she had spirit.

I attempted to explain my fear of “dropping” the photograph. “I want it to look good”. This is my reasoning. As if the free flowing energy that bursts out of me would be inferior.

Since the day I arrived, I have watched the old men play cards – I want to paint them. The idea of setting up a canvas within eyeshot and going on about it scares me…an expectation to perform, when I’m not sure I can.

Tomorrow I’m going to do it. I will bring at least 4 small canvases, and I will paint. I will not spend more then 30 minutes on any portrait. I will try to catch the gist of them swiftly and see where it takes me.

More tomorrow. I’ll try to post some pics –painted pics. Ciao.

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Kelly, I am following you daily from here in New Jersey….. looking forward to some pictures soon. So excited for your adventure.

Posted by Karen Jenkins · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

I am reading every day too. You are being amazing.

Posted by coleen sullivan · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

Sounds a lot like my experiences….you are starting to live la dolce vita. Your a very talented writer Kelly. You paint a nice picture with your words too. At this moment it is Monday morning for you, week 2, and I can’t wait to read your post this Friday. You are gonna have a great great week. I’m off to the Jersey Shore for a little R and R. I’ll say hello for you. Ciao.

Posted by john heine · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

yes, off to paint – but the Jersey shore sounds so nice too. cheers.

Posted by kelly · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

Hi Coleen and Karen – nice to see you here. “Amazing” eh! Wow. This place is amazing. Simple, beautiful – nice people. Off to paint. Will try to post pics today.

Posted by kelly · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

This painting does look fresh and alive! Good job. I’m off to the studio, have tons to do. I am going to practice composing vineyards before going off to Calif. to paint the wine country. When there it is overwhelming to see 1/2 mile of vineyards spreading to each side of you with golden hills and oaks and more vineyards in the distance. This week will be the “practice” part of Scott’s teaching, then off to the “paint” part in two weeks, gone for 3 weeks I expect. Will leave on the 16th after going to Scott’s open house. Ciao! Carole

Posted by Carole · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

Yes, she does have spirit! I look forward to the old guys playing cards.

Posted by mimi torchia boothby watercolors · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

I love the yummy “yellow” dress and the cool background on your painting. A warm and expressive image!! Can’t wait to see how you feel about the quick paintings you are going to do.

Must paint now – you are so encouraging!
And, have you thought about writing a book – you are also an awesome writer – I can see and feel everything you are describing!

Go Girlfriend!!

Posted by Ginny · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

God, you are all wonderful. Carol and Ginny, I think of you, my studio mates, often. I’m happy you are painting and productive. I miss you – but I am so happy that I am here. Can’t wait to see what I come home to.

Mimi, I think we shall meet someday.

John, if I see you again in life, I must worn you, I do not party like I used to – hopefully you don’t either! Good to hear from you.

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We knew it was bound to happen. Four weeks (it has only been one) in an old convent with 12 women. Eventually background, personalities, and hormones will get in the way. It is suppose to be about the art. But after a short period of time, all the other crap comes up. I saw a cat fight today that made me think I was on the Jerry Springer show. Unfortunately, it was at our lunch table. Both women were artists, both women I really like. Both were ready to tear each other’s hair out.

Before I left my sister said to me “I hope it fills all of your expectations.” I thought, “I don’t really have any, except to paint everyday.” I have done that.
There are two kinds of artists out there. The ones that want to be artists, and the ones that ARE artists. Your work, your galleries, your fame and your connections have nothing to do with being an ARTIST, or not. The ONLY thing that dictates this state of being IS your state of being. If you call yourself an artist, and you are dedicated to the work, then you are an artist. It takes nothing more.

Today, I missed my kids. I woke up this morning without a schedule. I had breakfast, did my laundry, and looked forward to the day. Repeated attempts to skype my family, and the Jerry Spriger display at the lunch table left me feeling home sick. Yesterday I felt like three more weeks was not even close to enough. It would take much more time to create the works I needed! Today, I wondered if I could live another 24 hours without seeing my kids.

Finally we met on Skype. They in their pj’s, me entering happy hour. They sang and danced, literally “on the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come truuuuuuoooouuuu… and they sprinkled gold dust in your hair and …la, la, la, la, la, your eyes of blue”….

I used to know every word. I used to sing it to them when they were babies. Now they know every word, and they sing it to me when I’m feeling like a baby.

I painted a self-portrait today. Scary. Tomorrow I will look at it again, likely scrap it, and start over. If only life were that easy to start over…
Actually, there is not that much that I would change.

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Greetings Kelly. I am following your adventure daily. I am 63, and I admire your tenacity. I wonder if I would have been brave enough or more importantly given myself the opportunity to do what you are doing. I passed up opportunities for fear someone would think me “selfish”. Congratulations, and hang in there. It is too bad there are those who are not mature enough to let everyone be who they are without making a stink (Springer event).
May you come away with more growth than you could have imagined and no regrets for the journey. God bless your husband, he is truly a treasure.

Posted by Yvonne · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

Thank goodness for your last sentence…you scared your auntie. You have followers in Florida and we’re loving each and every writing. Your life is exciting because you make it so….Love you, Aunt Mary

Posted by Mary Ellen Jenkins · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

Hey Kelly, Sounds as if your first week had some ups and downs to it. Chalk that up to the fact that you are living in Italy and not just visiting it. On vacation you put life on hold and see all the sites while in your case life has followed you there. The drama, the homesickness but also the incredible experiences that you never get on a vacation. Well I hope you were able to have a great weekend and did some fun things. Treasure your weekends too just like you would at home. La dolce vita. Ciao.

Posted by john heine · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

hello Yvonne, Aunt Mary, and John. I’m happy you are all here! Thanks for the notes – they are a welcome sound from the world far away. Ciao

Posted by kelly · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

I liked what you said about artists. Some people are artists, others want to be. I was part of an outdoor art fair on Saturday and a little boy walked up to me. He had to be close to 11, since I didn’t see any parents nearby. He said to me “I am an artist, I have some questions” and he asked me about whether or not I do a sketch before I paint. I was so charmed by his confidence and poise, we had quite the conversation.
I like your self portrait; it seems to depict the anxiety you felt today. I hope you are doing better. You ARE away from home for a long time, but it’s worth it!

Posted by mimi torchia boothby watercolors · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

“on the day that you were born the angels got together and….” wow, that got me! You have great kids and they have a great mom – missing them makes all the sense in the world. I got a little a little teary eyed.

Love your comments on artists. My friend, Jeff, says that when he starts a painting it is really already done and he is just there to put it down! Says he doesn’t think when he paints – just moves to the “music” if you know what I mean. Have fun!

Posted by Ginny · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

yes, I know what you mean.

Posted by kelly · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

Kelly,
I read your blog today. This entry made actually brought tears to my eyes (and rolling down my cheek). I knew you could paint….I had no idea you were a writer too. Your Blog is beautiful and so is your work…. I have always had a deep admiration for strong, creative women….such as yourself. Keep up the good work…..you are an inspiration….

Posted by melissa · via sullistudios.com · 138 months ago

Thanks Melissa, sorry to make you cry! Things are definitely better, and I can’t believe I only have one week left to paint here. Cheers. Kelly

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I want to speak Italian. I have for as long as I can remember. My grandmother spoke it well, and often. I was young when she died but to me all of the sounds are wrapped in warmer memories of pink mint candies, lasagna, ripening bananas, and her rose garden. Unfortunately, the Italian language did not make it much further down the bloodline. I’ve pulled out the dictionaries and relished in my Rosetta Stone program, but much is lost when you arrive and you’re faced with rapid fire words and waving arms. Still, I listen, I try to remember, and say “afternoon” when I should be saying “good morning.” Twice this week I have gone into the store and asked to “fly” something instead of buy something.

I had plans today to sit with an Italian girl who wants to learn English. We were to meet at 2 pm. I would read a sentence in Italian, and she the same in English. I was so excited to actually speak a full sentence in Italy, and have someone understand it! Something came up and she had to postpone.

Determined to speak, I went to the square where the old men play cards every afternoon. After the formalities, which I’m sure were painful to any real Italian, we chatted – in a broken kind of way. “Where are all the women,” I asked, puzzled by their absence. Perhaps they are locked in a closet after siesta, or condemned to the kitchen?? No, “In Chiesa,” I was told. “Why aren’t the men in the church,” I asked. “Because they play cards in the square.” Ah…yes, silly me.

The boys will turn into a fine painting someday, as soon as I learn how to ask them to sit for it. Ciao.

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Welcome to the club! I have been actively learning Italian for over 10 years now. Keep trying. You won’t forget all of it, but you’ll forget some.
I am living vicariously through you, I do take trips to Italy, (in fact will be there for 10 days this autumn) but have never just stayed somewhere long enough like you are doing… and painting!!!

Posted by mimi torchia boothby watercolors · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

Buon Giorno, Kelly !!
I’m glad that I found your blog on your stay in Italy! I read through your postings and they are wonderfully charming, humorous and inspiring. Aiden has inherited your gift of gab, I’m sure !! I remember communicating with old folks in a piazza in Bagna di Lucca in Tuscana in broken tourist Italian and what a hoot! The old women were there in black (no chiesa) and the men were elsewhere drinking grappa !!

Posted by Mike Peters · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

Hi Kelly – Sorry I haven’t been following your blog – total “artist” meltdown, now in Montana with Mandy. Having fun! Leaving the meltdown far behind.

You sound great – and your blog is fun and so clever – I’ll stay tuned in!

Is anyone painting in acrylic there – somehow I think the instructor would have frowned upon me : (

Sold a painting this week!! The “Pink Forest” piano piece. YAY!

Posted by Ginny · via sullistudios.com · 139 months ago

Hi Mike, thanks for the note! I’ll let Aidan know where she gets all of her talent! Actually, I think she has taught me a thing or two. I hope all is well in Driggs. Please stay with me – it’s nice to know you’re hear. Say hello to Sandy, and if you see Georgina please tell her that I am speaking Italian all the time, even if no one else understands me. Cheers. kelly

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The Advil PM and the bottle of wine were very effective. I woke yesterday well rested and in time for breakfast. “OK” I thought, “I’ll survive the nunnery cubical.”

As a resident artist I have the option to take classes or just do my own thing. I was told that the first day of the painting session we would be working strictly in black and white – value studies only. I was tasked with this nightmare once before. I spent hours, tediously mixing each value as it came up on the canvas. It was a disaster. The but-head teacher never mentioned to me that I should pre-mix 5 distinct shades of grey BEFORE I started. The whole day went by before he made it over to my easel. “No, no, that’s all wrong,” he quipped. I wanted to kick him.

My inclination this time around was to run away – really fast. I decided to grow some hair on my artistic soul and try it again. It was a great exercise. I got it. Today we were allowed the delicacy of only earth tones; white, yellow ochre, burnt seine, and burnt umber. This may be baby food for those of you that are classically trained. For me, it was very challenging, and then soon it became decidedly pleasing. Every element in my visual field was broken down into the most simplistic terms. Determine one of the four colors/values, load up the brush and put it on – in one, big, fat, juicy stroke. It was freeing. It was fun. It was…simple.

Evening drawing tonight involved the oldest classical discipline known to the artist. Drawing the nude figure. I was a bit rusty. Our model was Andre; a young, handsome, not-at-all rusty, yoga instructor. Enough said.

It’s late. A few of us are on the terrace. We come here to plug in and catch up with our digital lives at the end of the day. One of artists here is from Lebanon. “There were bombs and gunfire in Beirut today, and the army has become involved,” she said. Sometimes what we do as artists in this life seems to be dwarfed by the chaos and cruelty around us. Yet our expressions of art thwart a far more bitter world, where nothing could ever be… simple.

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Thank you so much for sharing your experiences with us.

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The Riddler… my studio mate for the next four weeks. I’ll keep him there to remind me to loosen up and not take it too seriously. I love my studio – it was a mess when I got there – had my name all over it!

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I read this article. I think You put a lot of effort to create this article. I appreciate your work.
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My first night in the convent.  I always knew I didn’t belong in one of these! If you are devoted to a life of silence then it works, because every step you take, every fart you make, is a blissful relief to the torturous silence you and your roommates have committed yourself too.  If, on the other hand, you prefer joyousness and lively banter while you’re awake, and silence and privacy when you sleep – you’re screwed.  Perhaps that’s a poor choice of words for an old convent, but you get the picture.

To summarize – I did not sleep.  Tonight, I’ve had a bottle of wine and an Advid PM – so I’m hoping for better results.

Our studios are in a very old building that has never been renovated.  The walls are scarred from the hundreds of artists that came before me.  Small gifts of the unused canvas, paint, turp, and towels are there to welcome us – along with failed paintings and other artistic slop.  It has a certain charm. I found gessoed paper that I was free to screw up or be brilliant on.  It was a fun morning. Delirium set in just after lunch. The afternoon proved to be a bit less fruitful. I started and scrubbed out 4 pieces. I went back to my room, skyped my family, and took a nap – perhaps my most brilliant move of the day.

It’s almost midnight.  There is a full moon lighting up the terrace.  I’m happy to be here.  I’m looking forward to what I will learn – and I hope I sleep through the night.

But before I turn in – were all nuns short – and agile??? I think this place was built for nimble dwarves. If you manage to look up to avoid the head injury, you will trip on the nonsensical steps. Perhaps they were meant to trip up the priests? No disrespect intended, but after a week I think many artists here will either have bumped their heads or broken a toe.  Perhaps there is some method to it… The squat tripping painters – could be a rock band.  Ciao

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Kelly, this is hilarious. We are following your trials and tribulations here at FASO… and watching for more clever twists on Sting lyrics! Perhaps you can Skype our regards to Aidan.

Posted by Jen Caulfield · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

Old Italians are mostly short, that’s genetic and poor diet. 🙂

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WOW, thanks for all the posts. Everyone of them made me smile!~  My mother used to tell me “you like the sound of your own voice.”  I think it was an attempt to silence me.  I’m sure it did for a little while.  Then I found paper.  I used it incessantly as a young “lost” artist girl with no real confidant to hear the orated version.  Piles and piles of my daily tirades followed me around.  Then I met my husband.  A real human being that listened.  I stopped writing, and started talking again.  Soon there after all of my scribbles were lost to a poorly insulated basement prone to flooding.  I picked them apart one by one until their demise was undeniable. There was no such thing as a blog, facebook, or posting.  Your words were your own – as sad or as happy as they may be. No one ever responded to them.  I like this version better. Please keep talking – I like the sound of your voice.

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Hi Kelly: I love reading your art blog…every artist should get an opportunity to study in Italy…you are lucky!! Keep safe! Anna Marie

Posted by Anna Marie DiCostanzo · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

Yes I am lucky. And I know it. I’m happy your reading. It’s fun to share it. Cheers. Kelly

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Life is short.  We hear it all the time.  When we’re young we think it’s only short for old people.  Then we get older and don’t always realize that the rule now applies to us.  When we’re young we dream a million dreams. We grow older and do our best to make some of them come true.  Eventually, we let certain ones fall off the “attainable” list – one’s like “someday I’ll marry George Clooney”.  We move on.  It’s only natural.  Some never leave us.  They hang there like bats in a cave.  Occasionally they kick us to make sure we’re still breathing.

A few months ago an acquaintance was diagnosed with Lue Gehrig’s disease. I don’t know him well but it’s a small town and we have mutual friends.  What I do know is that he is my age, strong, active, artistically inclined, and he surely has some dreams of his own that are rapidly falling off of the “attainable” list.

I took stock of what I had.  I took more stock in what I didn’t.  My glass is half full, and I want it to overflow.  Not so much with the things money can buy, but with the things it can’t. I weeded through all of the unnecessary clutter that my life had accumulated. Anything that drained my time or my energy, that didn’t involve paint or my family, was eliminated.  Most of my friends understood.  Some didn’t, and that’s OK.

The dreams started kicking a little harder. They were the same old dreams, nothing new. For me, there is no greater freedom than to wake up with no agenda, other than to paint the world as I see it and meet some of the genuine souls that inhabit it.  Not only is it freedom, but it is also exhilarating. When I was a younger, single, eager, interested, vibrant girl I traveled all through South East Asia and all through Europe discovering anything and everything available to me.  The news of this man’s struggle shut down my patients for dreams on a waitlist. It was time to be vibrant again, in a way that only I could orchestrate.  I went online and began to research painting residencies in Italy.  One screamed out at me. A small school accepting resident artists for a four-week term, a modest place to live, my own studio, an old hill-top village in an Italian-speaking community, and 3 meals a day. I applied. I was accepted.  I leave on Thursday.

I will miss my kids.  I will miss my husband.  I will have the time of my life.

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I’m excited to follow your blog Mama. I know you will have a wonderful time.

🙂

Posted by Aidan Sullivan · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

Here’s to your vibrancy! I hope you have a wonderful time. 🙂

This was beautiful and moving. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Posted by Sarah Marie Lacy · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

Congrats Kelly. I am jealous. I will be making my third trip over there next June to Pietrasanta to do some more sculpture. I wish I was going now; I can hardly wait.
Besides enjoying your art work take some time to enjoy the people, the life style, the culture too. Sightseeing is always fun but sometimes just sitting in a piazza watching the world go by is the most fun of all. Enjoy all the great food and wine you will be consuming for the next month…..there is nothing like it. Try and look for a white wine called Vermintino which comes from Sardinia,it is delicious.
I look forward to following your blog and reading all the exciting experiences that you have.

Ciao

Posted by john heine · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

Yes, you MUST be who you really are and follow your dream! (You are a role-model for your children. You are being real and adventuresome. They will follow your lead.)

Posted by Ginny Fry · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

Congratulations and enjoy every minute Worked in Pietresanta tears ago, will be near Chiusi soon painting, and all with a family. They all grew up beimg adventuresome and considering the world an adventure to be lived.
Happy painting!

Posted by Cathy Ferrel · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

Well looks like someone’s living the dream instead of just dreaming. I too see lots of friends falling and often wonder about my own future and if my dreams are attainable. I just feel so privileged to be able to express and create my works of art. Painting was also a dream once upon a time and I managed to make it a reality. The next goal is to do it full time.
Good luck in Italy, enjoy your time there, bring back some good stories and some good wine!!!
Demetrios

Posted by Demetrios Papakostas · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

That really is seizing the day, Kelly. The painters you have inspired will share your glorious month in Italy.

Posted by Diane Woods · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

Kelly,
I know you will enjoy this experience as much as all the life experiences you have faced. It does show in your growth as a woman,mother and artist!Leading by example gives your children the courage to develop their own “joie de vivre”.
We’ll enjoy living this experience through you. So,Go-o-o,Kelly may God Bless and Protect You!

Posted by Judi Keefe · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

At 54, I too received this important message. I don’t know where it will take me, but I’ve given up my regular job. I hope I am brave enough to love my life this much. Good luck and love along the way to you, and thanks for reinforcing my faith.

Posted by Mary Pickett · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

Your strength and determination inspires me.
When I think of you I see a beautiful women who has the courage to reach for her highest goals.

YOU GO GIRL!

Posted by Aunt Jackie · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

eat love and paint inhale slowly and feel all the senses, i’m happy for you send pictures so i can dream too

Posted by susan · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

Thanks a lot…

Posted by JeanVictor · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

Very poignant. As a surgical oncologist, I see all too many people that put off living until something terrible happens and then it is too late. Brava! I started painting lessons only 2 1/2 years ago (age 55). I’m loving it and approaching some “competency”. I hope someday I become good enough to paint what I see and feel, but for now I’m on the steep part of the learning curve. But what a fun curve it is. Have fun in italy.

Posted by Rick Orr · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

Wow! I am so happy to have come across this blog post today. I recently decided to go back to school for a painting degree. When I’m painting, there is no passage of time. As a 39 year old mother of 5 young children, I’m stepping out a bit and excited by the thought that I too could some day experience something like the adventure you’re on (could I really travel abroad and leave my family for a month? Yes!) I’m eager to follow your blog as this trip progresses. Thank you for inspiring me.
Liz

Posted by Elizabeth Snyder · via sullistudios.com · 140 months ago

I am proud of you! It is important to do what you love and gift the world with it. Happy trails to you. All my best, Theresa

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