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.
