Who can say what art is? What is beautiful or interesting to
one person may not be to another. All I know as an artist, is what it feels
like when something pulls me in, draws me closer, sends a spark down my back. I
just know it when I see it.
From the day I set foot in Venice, it was like entering into
a museum filled with colors that felt like home to me. Ones that make me want
to paint--clear bright reds, rich burnt siennas and that beautiful opaque
turquoise color that is like a celadon glaze on pottery. The painting was the
city itself. Now heading to Florence, I thought a good summary would be some of
my favorite shots of this beautiful oasis called Venice.
