"it takes generosity to discover the whole through others. If you realize you are only a violin, you can open yourself up to the world by playing your role in the concert." -jacques yves Cousteau
I always think it is funny that people believe they were Vincent Van Gogh in a former life, or St. Francis of Assisi. In fact I was probably just the lamplighter or street sweeper, a nun or a shopkeeper. We couldn’t all be that person we so admire. And so it goes, that it takes every little person to make up the living body of nature.
I was out painting at 7:30 Sunday morning: mimosa against a grey sky. I rarely am around to see mimosa in bloom. We have no mimosa in the Appenines, but in Stimigliano, just above the valley of the Tiber it is in riotous flower. I couldn’t identify mimosa in the off-season.
It is spring both in Stimigliano and Rocca Malatina. Up north, the cherries are already flowering, nearly a month ahead of time. In Stimigliano, little bursts of white blooms juxtaposition the just-planted wheat fields. In both places, the brilliant coral-colored quince blossoms are exceptional. Birds are singing before 6 AM.
This time of year pushes plein-air painting on me once again. Every year I think, oh, it’s a little too cold, or I can’t stand outside that long, but I am compelled to record what is happening around me. And somehow I find the energy, the strength. Renewal.
This Sunday we celebrated my nephew’s 21st birthday – he’s studying philosophy (and food) in Perugia. On Sunday (my usual artnotes day) we went to Lake Trasimeno and ate fresh water fish at the Trattoria del Pescatore: pike, bass and carp. It was a rare treat, both to celebrate youth and to enjoy the lake with all of our five senses.
As I gather gather together the square pictures twenty-six artists are painting for our mystery art composition, I feel like a conductor of an orchestra. I like being part of the picture team (at least one square will me mine, another Blair’s). I feel the time has come for all of us to pull together and welcome spring on planet earth this year. Spring is the new year, the season of rebirth.