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...
For my first week or so at Civitella I wrote nothing. Then I wrote furiously—poems, some tinkering with essays. And then, mysteriously, several short pieces of fiction appeared. I’d abandoned work on a book of stories several years before, and now I know I’ll complete...
