"Relacting," or, not quite relaxing, is how I’ve been feeling for the past two weeks. Unable to truly be present and soak in the loveliness that surrounds me here in Italy. There’s a sense of familiarity since this is my second time spending a month in Venice (which is certainly comforting), yet I’ve lost a little of that wonderment I had two years ago. I haven’t been as eager to get out and explore, which I am mostly attributing to the weight of the future I feel sitting on my shoulders and the things I feel I need to accomplish in the next month.
Fortunately, the work I have done so far here hasn’t suffered because of my scattered thoughts. Just yesterday I went back through my photographs from my last trip and the differences astonished me. I have grown so much as an individual and an artist in the last two years and while I knew that deep down, I still had an ahamoment. I am in the process of putting together a portfolio site that I am (finally) satisfied with (see: weight on shoulders, above), so you will see some of my new work soon, but here is a picture I took this week on the way home from Rialto. I have yet to try a granita (an italian summer staple), but after seeing this lemon and mint one left behind by it’s owner, I think I’m going to have to put it on my to do list.
More soon. Ciao Ragazzi!
Will you come back and rescue me?
the other day that life becomes a whole lot easier once you stop thinking that it has to be so damn hard.
the past year or so, and wherever I land I feel like I’m leaving something behind that I need to get where I want to be, to do what I want to do.