Italian Time
I first visited Italy during college and discovered a deep sense of connection and home. Ever since, Italy – Italy past and present, the Italy of friendships and the Italy of imagination – has informed my perspectives on community, sustainability, gardens, tables and beauty. My first blog post during the pandemic chronicled separated friends gathering to cook; it was called Zoomsotto, and we made regionally informed risottos in Basel, Los Angeles and Gainesville while sharing this unique time – and hearty, healing laughter.
Looking at my earliest photographs from Italy, I recall the vitality and coherence of small town life, visiting with friends in tiny coffee bars, the freshness of morning markets, the simple elegance of figs wrapped in leaves, baskets overflowing with deep yellow zucchini flowers and fragrant bunches of basil. I loved that even the smallest windowsills were crowded with red clay pots of rosemary, basil and tomatoes.
More recently, I’ve had the joy of photographing at Ariccia’s Villino Volterra and Palazzo Chigi - and the honor of having exhibitions in both of those inspiring venues. Pictures from Ariccia have their own Portfolio: Italian Time: Ariccia. Not surprisingly, images of - or that reference - Italy appear throughout the portfolios, from Childhood to Nature at the Gate.
