The more years I gain on this life of mine the more I realize how very important it is to experience things. All kinds of things, things that make you feel elated, and things that make you scared, things that make you sit in your car in the driveway crying, things that make you feel stupid and small, things that make you feel important, and things that make you want more. Traveling alone is one way to experience all these things and so much more. Traveling with people you love, traveling to meet people you adore, and traveling to meet people you’ve never met makes it all that more meaningful. My most recent travels to Italy can attest to that!
I am slowly beginning to understand that it’s the things in life that we do experience that make us who we are, it’s what gives us meaning, it’s what inspires and enhances and brings fulfillment to our daily lives. As an introvert I would be perfectly happy (so I think) to spend each and every day in my studio, completely absorbed in the creative process, this makes it somewhat of a struggle within my psyche. But traveling, sharing experiences, and pushing the boundaries of my own circle wider and wider makes the time in my studio all the more special, for I know it’s what I bring back with me that allows me to become a better artist and a better person, if I choose to be.
This year marks my third time teaching in Italy. This trip was especially exciting because my mom and aunt joined me on the adventure and a few friends made the return trip to spend another week with me in Orvieto. This time around felt more like visiting an old friend, a comfort was there that I haven’t felt before. I knew my way around, things were familiar, it felt good, even though fate or whatever you want to call it, threw a few curveballs our way...making the story all that more interesting, with lost luggage, cancelled flights at the beginning and end of the journey, train strikes that leave you stranded in the middle of Italy somewhere late at night forcing you to take a 25 mile taxi ride with two non-English speaking Italians that smelled very ripe, to a huge hail storm in Florence that I will never forget, and many little things that at the time didn’t feel so little, but as I look back and realize they were little, I just made a big deal out of them at the time.
So here it is.... my photo album of Italy 2014, a bit from Florence, a tiny bit from Siena, and of course lots from Orvieto.
The week in Orvieto was magical just like it has been in the past. That place sure is something to write home about. It glows and radiates even when the sun isn’t shinning.
A million thank yous to Bill & Kristi who go far and wide to make this a most memorable & wonderful time for all.
And a million thank yous my students/friends... without you I would be missing something so huge in my life. I am so grateful for each and every one of you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
And thank you for showing up here to see/read about my musings. I am off to California to teach at Crescendoh, I'll write more when I return... I have a lot of ideas/projects on my mind and look forward to sharing them here.
Want to read/see more of our time in Orveito? check out Bill & Kristi's blog here.