I had a marvellous month in Civitella. As it was my first residency ever, I enhaled the wonderful opportunty to not having to function every day as a freelance artist and therefore I could relax from chronic stress and dive into new projects by reading, and listening ...
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...
