JACKIE MOSES falls out into the night – drifts in smoky opium dreams as his father once did. BONMOT laughs – follows on. BONMOT: Where are you going, Jackie? JACKIE walks through the square – guided by something inside — past Chinese bars, steam—gushing laundries and...
My time at Civitella was a quiet meditative break from Bombay and a year of gallery deadlines, unwanted phone calls, pollution and pressure. To be in the proximity of masterpieces and a beautiful medieval castle looking upon blue Umbrian hills opened up within me a...
(1939-2012) The experience of Civitella Ranieri is unbeatable. I have never enjoyed such perfect psychological conditions before. I think of peace, silence and color – all mingled together in mountains, light, paintings, medieval stone – and music. The memory lingers...
I have an idyllic life for a writer, with the man I love on a remote Cornish farm, so my fellowship seemed under-deserved. I likened the process of moving my writing base from Land’s End to Civitella to moving apartments in Heaven. What I hadn’t reckoned on was the...
When I was invited to come to Civitella I was very involved in photography and film. Here, instead, I decided to work on drawings and collages. They were constructed over pages of school paper that I had brought years ago from Argentina. I loved those note books, they...
