I have been back to reality now for a while and must admit I do miss my travelling feet. It was so nice to wake with a brush or pen in hand everyday and explore a new area of this wonderful world we live on.
Now the pen is directed to book work and filling out order forms for my store Northwoods Gallery & Gifts. This, I realize, is a required element in my life as it allows me the opportunities of travel again in the future. I do hope one day to sell the store which will enable me to immerse myself in the arts of painting and writing, but for now I will be happy to squeeze minutes from my day to continue on with my art. Who knows what tomorrow brings, it is today I have and I will endeavor to make the best of it.
I've had many welcome me back to this side of the world and all are full of questions. I see the spark in their eyes as they ask me what it is like to see all of these magical places. Did I manage to get some good painting and writing done? What was my favorite place to visit? Would you do this again? Can I come and carry your brushes for you next trip? As I write this I am smiling wishing I could take everyone with me to show them firsthand this incredible world.
I am presently working on writing a book and my hope is through my paintings and writings others will see and experience what my eyes and heart have seen.
Lawren Harris wrote "Art is long, life is short. A picture can become for us a highway between a particular thing and a universal feeling.
My hope is that this highway be a long and interesting one for each of us to explore. I have many stories to share and will post them as time permits.
Now the studio awaits and my brushes are calling!
Monday, June 6, 2011
Another half hour passed as I made my way along this mountain path....or should I say crawled my way along! The path was narrow and the climb steep but the views were spectacular. Here is one of the many vistas I will one day put into paint. You can see Vernazza harbour about 1/3 down in this photo.
Here you can see how narrow the path is. This young girl literally went "out on a limb" to create a passing lane. You can't tell from this photo but the drop off was very very steep. I was quite happy to stay on the path!
Finally I could see Vernazza harbour. This little fishing village was a sight for sore eyes! If you look carefully you will see a stone tower on the highest building along the waters edge. My next photo was taken from the top of it. I still have about another half hour to hike ~ I am so glad I am almost there!
I made it! I am happy I did this hike but am I ever glad I can take the train back to
Thursday, June 2, 2011
After painting and writing my way around Santa Margherita for several days, I asked many other travelers and towns people where they thought the most picturesque area would be for me to go
and paint. Many recommended I take the train to Monterosso, a small fishing village not too far away.
And so my adventure begins.
They were right in saying how lovely this place was. It is an old medieval town with narrow streets and stone walls tucked into a small sandy cove.
I could find many things to paint and was sitting in the town square deciding what my subject would be when I noticed on the far side of the town there was a path with many people walking in both directions. I thought I'd better check it out to see what was so interesting. Knowing I was in for a bit of a hike I donned my hat, sunscreen, made sure I had a full bottle of water and set off.
It wasn't long when I realized I was in for a bit of a challenge as the wide flat path now turned into narrow stone stairs. I asked a young couple walking towards me where this leads to and they said the small town of Vernazza was the destination and it was about 1 1/2 hour hike. The day was still young and I felt the exercise would do me some good - especially after all of the pizza and pasta I have consumed!
Half an hour passed like molasses as I made my way around and over a mountain. I took a small break to take a picture of the village I just left. It seemed so far away now and could barely see the small sandy cove from where my latest adventure began. It was then I was thinking to myself that I could still turn around and go back to Monterosso but somehow that would mean defeat. I was not a quitter....yet nor was I an Olympian. The views were spectacular.....I forged ahead. ~To be continued~