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First Day in Rome, or...Travel Is a Painful Ordeal
Interpretation of notes (read counter-clockwise)
Musei E Monumenti Comunali - "Musei Capitolini
very soft transitions
ivory black + white, value 5
Canvas Coarse Woven
Edges never crisp! -- Soft focus -- Of course edges varied
Warm black, value 9-10
Max says it looks like he could just talk right to you.
rough wet, dragged brush stroke at edge. Ran the direction of edge.
graded tone: raw umber + white, value 5 plus and minus 1/2 step value.
Possibly hardest edge (intersection of collar & background)
Mustache ivory black, value 9-10
Venetian red + white
Transcript from notebook
4-1-93 -- Travel was like hell.
Seems inevitable, I suppose. In about 16 hours we saw the sun set twice.
We were packed into the 747 like sardines. I sat in an aisle seat in the
middle section. I thought it would be a good idea to get a little drunk
on the flight to help me sleep; I slept about 5 hours (in agony -- legs
aching). When I awoke, the stewardesses were preparing for the breakfast
so I forced myself to stay awake. I felt a little drunk still, so anyway,
I ate, didn't feel right, and kept feeling worse. By the time the plane
landed (two hours behind schedule, so we missed our flight to Rome) I was
really badly off. But I never barfed. I found an odd tasting medicine at
Heathrow which seemed to help.
We were put on the next plane to Rome and arrived at 9 PM, Rome time. My
internal clock from California said it was 11 am. Max tried to call our
hotel. The phone seemed not to work. Worked fine, though -- the line was
just busy the whole time. After an excruciating delay at the airport, we
got on the train for Rome -- about 20 minutes away.
The station we arrived at was desolate. It was about 10 PM by then. The
hotel phone was still busy. We had to buy a new kind of phone card for city
phones. The place we bought the card was a surprisingly clean, bright "bar,"
if you could call it that. I had been noticing that all Italians were good
looking. The men are very sexy, the women lovely, graceful. The men talk
to each other! They go and go and go.
It took another long, long time to figure out how to do the taxi, but that
came together at 10:45 or so. No one answered the door at the hotel. The
taxi driver took us to a couple of establishments before one could take
This is my 2nd night in that hotel - Hotel Arenula - 00186 Roma - Via S.
Maria De'Calderari, (Largo Argentina - Via Arenula) - Tel. 06/6896188.
Everywhere you look there are details -- old things. It almost makes me
sick (ill) trying to fathom the labor and skills that were necessary for
this quantity of work. It also makes me angry and resentful that more effort
is not given to California to make it pleasant. Why isn't art supported
more here -- home? [a later note: Italy is being wrecked like everything
else. California just doesn't have any major civilizations to preserve.]
I guess it was too expensive. We'll be moving on to something cheaper in
the morning. But I must say it was good to have a private bath, and breakfast
in the AM. Good for jet lag days. Today, we got up at 5:45, though I was
awake since 2:30. We walked and walked. We saw the Forum and Pantheon.We
spent a long time in Musei Capitolini. We changed money, got a new place
(ordeal), ate once, saw plaza after plaza, gawked, ooh'd and ah'd until
I couldn't take it anymore.
Leonardo da Vinci
Bouguereau at the Haggin
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