doing it my way, not the italian

BRESCIA - view from via del castello
if i decide to write about my journey to italy and back, i have to be frank on a few things. i started with great hopes and a view on a relaxing trip, seeing inspiring scenery along the way. i did stock up on culture and variation, however rather haphazardly.
view of SULZANO from christo's floating piers on LAGO ISEO
christo succeeded in creating puny train platform wars amongst passengers to board or not to board on the way to his floating piers; free and harsh italian drama of the vulgar kind displaying itself before our very eyes. it was only the kick off to more.
lonely planets floating in louis vuitton shop window - PADOVA
hilarious (public services) disorganisation, inertia, loud and brash italian presence at all times, indifference to quietude culminating to a "solo italiano!" crescendo that rapidly wore off. i was surprised having to find my own way time and again, through chaos and heat. 
view from warehouse tearoom window of garibaldi square {WIFI} - PADOVA
wifi reception proved a joke, until i found a tiny square right {above} in the middle of town where there seemed to be no problemo (at 5 AM). there was worldwide connection in the orto botanico. in some cafĂ©'s, if you were lucky to comprendo the solo italiano homepage. 
view from theatro romano of river adige - VERONA
i stayed in padova {pun to my surname intended} amongst locals. that prooved okay. the only solace i found however was to be in ancient verona, where the arena and the theatro romano, standing witness to absorbing pasts, spill out heavenly present spaciousness.
island of BURANO in the VENETIAN laguna
venezia held the crowds too, but not so much on the outskirts. the vaporetto's into the islands prooved to be the best bet to beat the hot sun and human inconvenience; by the latter meaning rich spoilt brats blatantly taking over room space, everywhere
orto botanico, in the diversity pavillions - PADOVA
a handful of italian people were absolutely helpful at crucial points, of which there were a few, involving lack of luggage lockers in railway stations and the war on mosquitoes, to name but a few {mosquitoes not subject to italian responsibility, obviously}. 
view on LA GIUDECCA from fondamenta zattere - VENEZIA
the heat, the bewilderment, the continuous dillitante behaviour took up so much energy i never did sit down and relax into drawing what beauty i saw around me. and i did see beauty. i enjoyed moments of elation. i think i may start to enjoy the memories now. 
fritto misto {molto gustoso} on the island of TORCELLO - VENEZIA
remind me though. next time i take up a holiday in summertime, not to travel southbound. it'll take the lid off that discouraging theme of too much heat, too many people, too much noise. man, was it quiet in the 'hood when italy lost the football game to germany! ☻

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tanti saluti da italia

when you read this i have sailed. 
i will be roaming from town to town in the veneto. 
depending on italian wifi, 
i shall be waving a most heartfelt salute from padova
a presto
♥ x ♥

AC | blue. like the deep sea

what with the busy-ness of the past few months, i've neglected blogland. again! but strapping up for a party in blue, i cannot resist. okay, so i missed the ° {tea} party. here's my contribution to blue{s}... 

a few nights ago i watched a rerun documentary on german photographer michael wolf. i couldn't pull myself away from the small screen, not even a second time around. while listening i lifted william eggleston's first hardcover from my book shelf

one thing led to another and i finally broke open the cellophane from around peter sekaer's signs of lifei bought the book seven years ago and eventually read the biography and leafed through compelling pages. late at night, my mind sharp as a needle.  

what kept me so long? procrastinated anticipation, i figure. and now the summer is on and the green is out and the skies are predominantly blue (except for when it rains), i regularly feel quite giddy. that'll explain the nocturnal behaviour, perhaps.  

i lost time and track anyway, and i feel i owe you, lovely contacts from around the world! i'm well out of the habit of DC AC, but am ENJOYING this here post. while making, scanning and writing, i do remember what it used to feel like. and i still LOVE it: blogging. 

and so instead of green garden morsels my tendency to scrap had me turn to the blues and make a {tiny} whole from a bunch of blue snippets. i cleaned it up and hung it, framed, from the wall. i owe it all to patrice and her weekend AC theme. oh, glorious!

ps - talking of which. wiliam eggleston in LONDON this summer. yep. i'll be up there, lucky me. 

drawing | sky

kingfisher blue. off-white fat clouds floating by. even, when the sea seems to reside up above {not shown here}. it happens. once i drove into work and the sky shone unearthly mountain solid. i felt as if i was driving through the french alps in belgium.

calling you

finding balance is a cause well worth aiming for, as we work and relax, while we eat and drink, when we decide to do nothing at all and hopefully fall prone to boredom. don't you just love being bored? great things happen when we're bored : nothing-at-all!

drawing | meditation

closeby is a walk i favour. it leads to the baronie, now a rest home for the elderly. a quiet place indeed. and lovely, and green.
the drawing challenges of the past i enjoyed most were the ones where a quirky element sided up with dots and line drawing. and really it takes me straight back into my childhood days, where lines and circles and dots were also prominent. it is for life, i figure. 

drawing | pink horse {trying}

what with entering another online, virtual community, the risk of not seeing the wood for the trees is imminent. i've actually gone and bought a smart phone to connect to the world this summer, as i travel, and of course now : distracted by its tinsel. 

play us a slow song

i realise i'm not showing much of my drawing going on. there are simple reasons for not doing so: i simply cannot publish here before it appears... there. i have created a new pinterest board however, where i will let grow 'my' homes collection. bear with me on that. 

an old fashioned blog post

like those in the beginning. coming up with just about anything, about anything. or how we evolved as blogpost writers, prodding along. going with the feckless flow, and then some. sitting back, relaxing, dreaming. at times doing naff all, for the muse to feel welcome.

drawing | leap

any time is a good time to brag about socialism, lest we grow sour and dour. there, that's probably the first and last time i come up absolute about my position in politics on an otherwise neutral and usually straight creative blog. but then veronica is giving us a leap.