I remember studying in Rome for a semester and crawling all across that beautiful Italian boot, my great-grandparents’ land.  I fell in love with many things, streetlights especially.  In my tattered journals I started documenting the particularities of their personalities and differences.  Every Italian city has a street-lit variation on the same theme.

I remember how good it felt to sit and draw something in the open air for an achingly long time, for no apparent reason except for the way it makes you feel to see an object clearly.

(photo by my Papa Joe)

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