Journey, Part I
I want to ship myself to Santiago, Chile. I will bring plenty of water and crackers with hummus. Upon arriving on Henriette's doorstep, we will squish into the box together and go on my South American tour, including, but not limited to, Chile, Venezuela, Argentinia & Brasil.
After vivacious S. American party-times, we will repackage our exhausted yet glowing-with-anticipation selves and ship off to Roma, where we will squat in an old, yet exquisite, flat with lots of natural light; perfect for painting.
The streets of Rome will be full of "kodak moments" and my backpack will become heavy with exposed film. Pasta will overflow out of our mouths, tiramisiu with every meal, and hourly expresso shots just for being alive. Classical art will be all around us, yet we will create crazy American contemporaries.
Though Italian at heart, I cannot stay forever, as I am restless and so is Henri.
to be continued...
After vivacious S. American party-times, we will repackage our exhausted yet glowing-with-anticipation selves and ship off to Roma, where we will squat in an old, yet exquisite, flat with lots of natural light; perfect for painting.
The streets of Rome will be full of "kodak moments" and my backpack will become heavy with exposed film. Pasta will overflow out of our mouths, tiramisiu with every meal, and hourly expresso shots just for being alive. Classical art will be all around us, yet we will create crazy American contemporaries.
Though Italian at heart, I cannot stay forever, as I am restless and so is Henri.
to be continued...