Hello Joseph, thanks for your comment— it helps me realize how important details are! Yes, the ladder was tall, possibly 20 feet or so, enough to get us to a high vaulted ceiling. 😊 More recent conservation projects, like those conducted in Santa Croce a while ago actually had elevators installed!
Lily… I have to write this through eyes blurred by tears at the joy of reading your strong, exquisitely written account of this moment of truth in your life. Not only was I on that scaffolding with you, trying not to fall, but I relived my own moment and knew I had chosen the right thing, too. Grazie tanto, Bella, per tutti i tuoi regali. La Sofia ti saluta! 🐕
Simply, this is glorious. I’ve been reading D.H. Lawrence lately, his essay on poetry and the creative “quick”, the “seething poetry of the incarnate Now” that exists between an exhaling past and inhaling future. And in this piece, you have done exactly that, brought into being not so much a memory, but a lived entity as we live (read) it now. You place a paintbrush in my hand and tell me, “Stop taking notes. Do it.” Thank you for that.
I can’t figure out how to chat with you, nor do I have your email, but you have mine from the assessment _letter I sent around 18 May. If you can’t find it, I’ll post my email address here (but I’d rather not). Let’s see!
Amazing how one or two people can give us access to an expansive new reality/world. ✨
Giovanni Cabras was the restorer who hired me and changed my life’s path completely 😊
I love this story so much. I re-read it while listening to Jim Hendrix, to experience a perfect sonic/visual aura!
Mont - you’re the best 🥰
Oh Lily. Your words take me right there with you. You are a gift and continue to share your living grace with everyone you meet. Love you, Kathy
Hello Lily,
I enjoyed your article. It told an interesting and moving story--how wonderful to have had such an experience! Was it a tall ladder?
Hello Joseph, thanks for your comment— it helps me realize how important details are! Yes, the ladder was tall, possibly 20 feet or so, enough to get us to a high vaulted ceiling. 😊 More recent conservation projects, like those conducted in Santa Croce a while ago actually had elevators installed!
A brilliant piece of writing, one to savor and come back to— a real work of art! Grazie, Lily! 🙏
Lily… I have to write this through eyes blurred by tears at the joy of reading your strong, exquisitely written account of this moment of truth in your life. Not only was I on that scaffolding with you, trying not to fall, but I relived my own moment and knew I had chosen the right thing, too. Grazie tanto, Bella, per tutti i tuoi regali. La Sofia ti saluta! 🐕
Molto buono Lily!
Lily, what a wonderful piece of writing! It brought tears to my eyes.
Lily what an amazing telling of those moments when you found you gift, your calling. Grazie💚
Simply, this is glorious. I’ve been reading D.H. Lawrence lately, his essay on poetry and the creative “quick”, the “seething poetry of the incarnate Now” that exists between an exhaling past and inhaling future. And in this piece, you have done exactly that, brought into being not so much a memory, but a lived entity as we live (read) it now. You place a paintbrush in my hand and tell me, “Stop taking notes. Do it.” Thank you for that.
What a compliment, coming from an amazing editor like you!
I can’t figure out how to chat with you, nor do I have your email, but you have mine from the assessment _letter I sent around 18 May. If you can’t find it, I’ll post my email address here (but I’d rather not). Let’s see!
I tried finding it but to no avail. Email me at lilyprigion@gmail.com
You may wish to check your junk mail in case my email landed there…
No luck
ajcs@rogers.com
Or send a message from my website in the Cintact page: www.rufusbookspublishing.ca
Beautiful, Lily. Thanks for sharing your remarkable initiation into the art historical past.