Well I don't usually do this but for class next year I'm supposed to start keeping a blog, so what the hell :'D
I dont think I'm gonna do a recap on what's happened since I last updated, given that was almost a year ago, but I can update on whats been going on the past month.
I've actually been in Italy for the past two weeks, and I must say It's absolutely gorgeous. The scenery is stunning, the people are beautiful, and the food is fantastic (depending on where you go). My parents are having a bit of trouble looking in the right places to find a good restaurant to eat at. They also unfortunately fail to locate any good markets- needless to say i've been living off of stale bread and salami when I can't wander off to find a gelato shop, or some other kind of cafe.
Helping me to solve problems like this, I've been catching up with old family members here who have shown me around Chiusi enough for me to have found some delightful places to eat. I've even been living with my sister and her family for the past few days. I'm reluctant to mention that something in my hermana's head must've unraveled at some point. I know that having a family can change somebody, but I think I caught onto something a little bit off when her husband announced that he had to leave the vacation early for work, leading my sister to pack up her belongings and 3 infants within the hour and leave. Oh well- now that I don't have to babysit I'll have time to work on other things.
Leading me to my final statement of this entry: The artistic inspiration of Chiusi is absolutely astounding. I don't mean purely old paintings or Etruscan statues and urns. The architecture of the cities that I've been too are unlike anything I've ever seen before. Buildings have never been torn down or defaced for the sake of changing times, more or less they were splashed with a nice cote of modernity paint. All of the architecture has been preserved, with new walls set in place to keep the buildings from crumbling. I took my niece to a playground where old stone structures remained and watched the people play. I hardly think I need to point out the obvious when I say that the cathedrals can send you back in time hundreds of years. Recently, as well, there was a symphony playing within the cathedral near my family's apartment. I always find myself glancing at the people passing by, and I've even been sketching some of them for pose studies, attempting to never actually make it obvious that I'm staring. The fashion seems so familiar, yet I feel obligated to record my findings. In fact, I recently bought a pocket sketchbook to draw different people or landscapes that I see from time to time. Theres nothing like a good drawing to bookmark a chapter in your life.