I realize now that I’ve already written about the breakfasts so I’ll try not to repeat myself. But. . .breakfast in the sunny country kitchen at 8:30 every morning was an exceptional way to start the day.
First there was the food, which I’ve already written about, and then there was the conversation.
Once I’d gotten to know the other resident artists I took the liberty to sketch “the breakfast club”. Nancy is a fiber artist from Colorado, who was weaving on a hand loom and dying silks. Deb is a watercolor artist and photographer from Michigan. Reinout and Nel are a Dutch couple who live in Australia but spend months every year in Europe. She is a mixed media painter and he, a Mathematics professor accompanying his wife on this trip. Maria is a best selling author from N.Y. who was finishing work on a book. To say we got along would be an understatement. We are all parents of 20-somethings, for one.
Morning was a good time for a walk up the mountain. I became enamored of the stones and rock of the road, the ancient walls, the church edifices, the farm houses. The golds and siennas and pinks and pure whites. The cypress trees with their flame-like shape planted in cemeteries like this and at homes to remind one of the flame of eternal life. Small wonder I ditched my black ink pen in favor of golden brown in an attempt to honor the glow of these scenes.