Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Thinking back: faces


The faces of France and Italy linger in my mind...




The musicians playing with all their hearts, some earnestly puffing until their faces are purple with effort...




And the fisherman on the coast near Rome, who rode his bicycle and then plied the water, just as Italians have done since time began.




Sellers of eggs and mushrooms, jellies and cheeses and thin-as-parchment tuiles...



I wonder who are they really? What are their hopes and joys and disappointments?

 

I've met them in the street and on the train, exchanged a few words and a smile. But I long to go back and know the dreams of their hearts, to share recipes for the fig bread with the baker in Provence and the glories of mixing pigment with gum arabic in the Luberon.




I muse endlessly (am I the only one who does?) about the faces of France and Italy when they were Gaul and the Roman Empire. Who modeled for the cherub on the map at the edge of the door to the Sistine Chapel? Or the nymph across the way?



Who were those faces? Were they the painters children, who grew and became parents themselves?

Do you wonder about these things, too?



4 comments:

Mary Helen-Art Saves Lives said...

Italy and France are two of my favorite countries to explore. I enjoy studying not only their faces but study their hands in a process of drawing or cooking or even just folding their laundry. I so wish I could be there with you...I know the inspirations are planting seeds of creativity in your soul. Safe and happy trails! Imagine and Live in Peace, Mary Helen Fernandez Stewart

Sharon Hermens said...

Sharyn,
I haven't been to Italy or France. Don't know that I will ever get there but, I can at least get a taste through your eyes. Thank you!! I know some may think this grim but I like to go to grave yards (old ones) and read the headstones (and do rubbings). I wonder who were these people who came before us? How did they live,what did they do for a living and how did they die. Old age, cholera, accident? I especially like to come upon a family, headstones all lined up.
I know, grim.

Sharyn Sowell said...

Not grim at all- I think those musings are fascinating and hope we never lose our curiosity.

Diane said...

Oh yes, Sharyn, I wonder about other people too! If we could ONLY open our hearts truthfully and honestly to one another we would KNOW for a FACT that WAR is UNNECESSARY! Inside, we are all the same, we all want the same things. We all feel, we all hurt, we all enjoy, we all love, we all want, we all care, we all need.....

And if ART were the deciding factor, I think this world would be a remarkably better place in which to live.

Blessings, girlfriend!
Diane