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....
While I was at Civitella Ranieri I worked on my third book, a novel-in-progress which explores time and the fragile attempts we make to hold onto specific moments and memories. What I didn’t expect was that my own time at the castle would become so rich and so...
Son goes out of the apartment block to get some air since the autumn’s still pretty, and why waste the weather. He goes to the pond to study bugs, returns and checks everything in books. From the kitchen window I watch the boys kick a ball. The door opens, and while...
My time at Civitella granted me days unpunctuated by telephones and alarms and traffic. The gift of being Away. I was, again, returned to the long days of my childhood–when an hour was spacious, full of discovery and play. Inspired by conversations with Fellow...
