Fabriano

The Italy sketchbook came home nearly full. There was much to record visually and so much to write about. And so, I begin to work within it and juice every memory I can. 

Color and shape were simply addressed. Over the next few weeks, these sketches will be plumped up a bit and added to. I see many future artworks on these pages. 

The painted paper used as the background in these photos has a story.

One peaceful morning, I took the paper to the terrace at Fonte Fresco and splashed paint on it. Then dabbed my teabag onto it. I let it dry in the hot sun then took it into the garden. I rubbed a crayon on it, picking up the texture of the rocky soil beneath.

It blew away once and I chased it down and rubbed it into the dirt. A leaf from an olive tree felt on it and I traced around the leaf. Delilah, the kitty walked over it. Another leaf blew down and I rubbed it into the paper, it's brilliant green color lending both a scent and a series of smudges. I drew and wrote on the paper and splashed it with Pellegrino. I stamped and rubbed it onto the rocks to soften the paper.

This paper has been embued with Italy.