In Italy nothing is without perfection yet it is simple and confusingly complex.
The men and women, the landscaping and structures, the food and drink.
Everything is the way that it is supposed to be.
Nothing is decorated but only in its’ natural state.
The simple things in life taken for granted or simply done away with have been preserved in Italy.
Italy is the past and present in life in all things.
In art, food, people and commerce. It’s cherished.
I’ll miss you Italy.
In your complexity.
I’ll miss your simplicity….
I wrote this poem the night before leaving Italy. From that departure was a vision to take back to the States what I could not leave behind. Newfound passion: my love for the country and its’ art. With the help of a few dear friends, because no man is an island, I created this Italian art gallery with hopes to inspire others on living that simple life. Like the Italians!
This is the multifaceted gallery in a warm farmhouse setting that I invite you to. Vast, yet intimate. Enjoy a taste of Italian wine while you visit.
An art gallery with its’ original oils on canvas, hand signed, by three of my European artists; Raquel Sarangello, Rosanna Krolik and Edyta Kowalska. Whatever chooses to take you, it is my desire that you would build on that piece. The ultimate goal would be for you to have a small part of that simple Italian experience.
Che si conosce la bella vita!
No Man Is An Island
by John Donne
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.