Dana advised us when we arrived (I quote from imperfect memory): “Don’t be too hard on yourselves. You’re all workaholics, otherwise you wouldn’t be here; so permit yourself some freedom.” In the weeks to come I was grateful for this advice, for I think it’s...
Civitella is a dream, and as such, my time there flowed and bent in magical ways. Each day at my desk or in the garden stretched out languidly before me, while somehow the weeks passed in a wondrous blur– looking back on it now feels almost like an entire life...
Umbria, ombra: the acute breach between the sun’s glare and the shade’s mercy – negotiating less or more of each drives the paths of us warm-blooded things. I made a photographic piece ‘Sunshadebathing’ in the environs of the Castle in which I wore a half-black...
By the time the stars aligned for me to come to Civitella (two years after being invited), the narrative nonfiction project I’d planned to work on had gone kaput. What, then, to do with these six unfettered weeks? Take a leap, I decided: experiment with fiction after...
