My "poem" to Roma. After four fleeting days wondering its streets, eating its food and painting its many piazzas, I walked back to my apartment from dinner on my last night alone in the city, and this was the scene. All awash in pink light, it so perfectly summed up how I felt about this beautiful place. I don't think I can forget that moment or this scene, and painting it, makes it all the more an indellible mark on my thinking.
My "poem" to Roma. After four fleeting days wondering its streets, eating its food and painting its many piazzas, I walked back to my apartment from dinner on my last night alone in the city, and this was the scene. All awash in pink light, it so perfectly summed up how I felt about this beautiful place. I don't think I can forget that moment or this scene, and painting it, makes it all the more an indellible mark on my thinking.