Two paramedics, a man and a woman wearing green and blue scrubs, toss biscotti to seagulls. They glance out at the open ocean. Behind them, at the old port, their empty ambulance waits. A lone jogger, wearing a sweaty knee brace, runs around the parking lot. He, too,...
I came to Civitella Ranieri with a group of panels, some pigment and my computer. No ideas exactly, but lots of material. What I found at Civitella was an extraordinary environment comprised of other residents and staff, a growing feline community and a little car....
Una faccia da ubriaco vasta proprio come la vita può contenere migliaia di alcoolisti può far sgorgare una marea in avanti fino alle orbite fino a tutti i tratti del volto spillano tempo non è la prima volta e nemmeno l’ultima essa intimidisce il silenzio Ad ogni...
El jardín He construido un jardín como quien hace los gestos correctos en el lugar errado. Errado, no de error, sino de lugar otro, como hablar con el reflejo del espejo y no con quien se mira en él. He construido un jardín para dialogar allí, codo a codo en la...
Before coming to Civitella I didn’t really have any trepidation about being productive. For the past twenty years or so I’ve been cursed with an overdose of “Ambition”. I also knew there would be an ample supply of peace and quiet as well as wonderful facilities. What...
