A shared life of art, food and soul in two towns an ocean apart: Panicale, Italy and Peterborough, New Hampshire, each lying on the 43rd Parallel.
Parallel Towns, Parallel Lives - much the same and yet very different.
Transatlantic Journal is a weekly reflection on making art, food and friends over four seasons in our town in Italy and our town in New Hampshire.
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Tuesday, June 2, 2015
THE SWALLOWS OF PANICALE
The Italians call them Rondine and they arrive early in April. Everyday, from dawn to dusk there are hundreds of them over town screeching and flying at incredible speeds, clearing the sky of bugs. Hundreds...maybe thousands of birds.
Early Morning Light, Panicale Johnny Apodaca
gouache on paper, 3"x3", 2015
THE PERIL OF PLEIN AIR
Artists who work in open air ( plein air) are constantly subject to the extremes of weather...raining? day is over, windy?....find shelter. too cold?...wear gloves, too hot? sweat a lot. These are the obvious elements that concern the outdoor painter and determine whether the day os successful or not. But, there is one thing that most people don't consider...the "gifts" that are dropped by the birds, thousands of birds. I have had more than one drawing 'improved' by the Rondine. So when the birds are screeching and the temperature is rising, I seek the comfort of the studio, look around for an interesting object, add a supporting cast of fruit.....and....
Terracotta Pitcher and Pears, Panicale
pencil on paper, 10"x 7", 2015
This is a pencil study for a painting yet to come. But, you have to hand it to those plein air painters out there in the bush.