Yesterday in the garden where I’ve spent hours each day for the last week or so, amidst rosebush and spirea and a gnarled apricot tree and lavender shooting up its spires like the hands of elementary school kids who all know the answer, I drifted over to a butterfly...
I can’t write in summer, that’s what I always tell myself, I need naked trees around me and days shorter than nights. So I arrived at Civitella in June with no set agenda, except for finishing the editing of my second novel. But then, as I stayed in this incredible...
Civitella is a dreamy place for artists. I came here with a vague plan to make Environments for my cut out figures. Wandering the expansive grounds of the Castle while gazing out onto the vast openness of the land and vistas of Umbria, it was not long before I sat...
