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My ticket is booked and paid for.  I say these words to myself, (and to pretty much anyone else I can pin down) with emotions that streak from thrill to fear in seconds. This MS woman is going to Italy. The dogged determination and kindness of friends will drag my wobbly ass across the ocean to the country that has filled my mind and heart with wonder since my days at Cap College under the spell of the Goddess of Art History, my friend Josephine. So missed.

Julie: “Listen. You have to come. This might be the last time….  I mean… ah… erm… This will be an awesome trip and we will all be there to… uh…  Well, you are coming. That’s that.”

I think of past large scale paintings I have done, and present intimate journal sketching I am doing. Ambitions at the mercy of body.  I remember my New Year’s resolution – Fear out – Faith in. Holy Crap, it is working. Could I really do it?

I laugh….. I suspect she is a little wrong, though. I think this trip will be the first. If I can’t belly up to the big canvasses just yet, I have other dreams to pursue.

I have Carnets des Voyages to fill.  🙂

Bronzino and journals

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Postcards deck

 

 

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