I can never predict what I might find out in the streets of Genova, Italy.
Never. It seems that all is possible. Today the light was strong and it was hot. Really unbelievably hot but I am adjusting to it. Loving it even ... after the long Belgian winter that was.
I couldn't resist attempting to capture something of the artworks found in the narrow caruggi (alleyways) here in the ancient heart of Genova.
I imagine that the person parking their bike might not have been as excited as I was about this quiet space here in the city of Genova.
I love the colour and textures of that pale golden building. I love that I always find this particular space by chance, while wandering on my way someplace else.
Light is everything here. There is the way the city looks in that deep rich late afternoon autumn light. I photographed a few city buildings last week, simply because the light had changed how I remembered the cityscape along via XX Settembre. I get excited over a blue-sky day and the promise of light in those difficult to reach parts of this tightly-built city. Then a stormy sky promises quite another effect, as the beautiful roofs quietly reveal their full beauty against a backdrop of clouds.
Loving Genova ...
Last Sunday, on via San Lorenzo, Amadeo sketched out his painting and set to work, almost finishing it by day’s end.
I loved it, the idea of fish flying out over the city ...
At dinner last night, Amedeo said I should tell him which work I liked best of his and he’ll paint me one like it. I do adore that man but he took it a step further. Laughing, he told me that he will be painting a studio with Di Mackey Photography into the city scene because that’s what he does so well .... he mixes reality with fantasy and imagination.
I loved the idea of that ...
Now to tell the Belgian bloke all the reasons why Genova would be such a good place to live.
Meanwhile, to Amedeo ... a long life to the visionaries and the dreamers amongst us!
I met Karla Verdugo on my first days back here in Genova.
She was exhibiting her art on Via San Lorenzo, nestled in amongst Amadeo, Franco, Angelo, Santo, Jane, Luciano, and Rossi. Little did I know that this group would open and let a wandering kiwi into their midst in the most generous of ways.
Yesterday, I went back and spent the day with them, and Karla was my tireless translator. We laughed often and there are so many stories totell about these delicious people but not today. This is simply to post my photograph of Karla and to thank her for translating a most magical day.
