I spent my days at Civitella Ranieri researching a play about the way painters see. The castle was a perfect setting for this work. I’d spend my mornings researching about Rembrandt’s studio technique. In the afternoons I’d drive off into the splendors of the landscape to look at great paintings. The boundary between life and art is transparent in Umbria. One climbs and descends the ancient stones steps, warmed by a physical sensation of time. Every vista brims with human intention. The wind in the oak leaves. Piero della Francesca is whispering to God.