Winding down is such sweet sorrow. The frenzy of painting, knowing the count down was on, produced a whirl of debris on the studio floor… and some on the walls. Eat, paint, eat, paint, eat, drink, sleep. We’ve been a small group of 4 students and 2 teachers this week – so we were all run around the flag pole a few times. Today was my last day of painting here. I would love to produce something witty for you to read – but my brain is tired – so I will take the visual route. Tomorrow is a day of cleaning, hanging a show, having a show, taking down the show, packing… and saying goodbye to this beautiful village at the top of a mountain, and the people that call it home. The bus leaves Saturday at 5AM. From the airport in Rome I will try to put words to the whole experience, if you can humor me with one last post – for this truly has been, my pleasure.