The first muse arrived without baggage. Light as a feather, she flew in via Firenze. Not affected by jet lag, a mere 45 minute nap and she was eager to rock and roll.
Her painting gear and a change of clothes arrived later in the afternoon. While she was off retrieving it, I painted a memory piece from earlier in the day. Three days of painting pastel colors from my balcony, I used the same palette.
Working from memory, the design of this painting crystallized quickly. I had sketched it with pencil while driving on the A1 route from Firenze. This method made capturing only the essential elements easier than setting up an easel on site. Memory is a wonderful editor.
Il Campanile (The Bell Tower), oil, 8 x 10
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