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A Venice Adventure 2001, Part 2

Tuesday, February 15th, 2011

The precipitation and cold we experienced throughout our first winter trip to Venice, ten years ago this month, made for perfectly miserable touring weather. Our folding umbrellas barely fit down some of the narrow alleys, some of which were scarcely three feet wide. When pedestrians met from opposite directions, they underwent an unspoken process of negotiation to determine who would lift and who would lower or tip their umbrellas as they passed.

Venetian Green

Despite the weather, my husband and I walked extensively around the city. We went to the stadium in Sestiere Elena at the southeast end and explored the Maritime Memorial Park, the first extensive green space we’d seen since our arrival. Aside from playground and lot-sized parks, the Royal Garden near Piazza San Marco, and a few tiny private gardens, most greenery seemed to be potted. In the residential districts of Costello and Elena, flowerpots of geraniums, cyclamen, and primrose adorned windowsills, in defiance of the crystalline clumps of residual snow still on the ground.

Fruit and fish vendors’ stalls served the local populace, as remnants of Carnivale decorations dripped overhead and bits of confetti dissolved into the cobbled walks.

We meandered past the cathedral of Giovanni e Paolo, through the heart of Venice, through the trim Ghetto district with its plethora of private gardens and the memorial plaques in the central campo to victims of the holocaust: “…We will not let your memory die.”

Gondolas sat covered along the canals, gleaming with rain. Occasionally we saw one in use, its occupants huddled under umbrellas, the gondolier silent or playing recorded music to avoid straining his voice in the cold air as he poled along. The signature striped shirt of the gondolier was as often tied around the shoulders as worn over other multiple layers for warmth. The city seemed a bit less romantic in such unfavorable weather.

We strolled through Dorsoduro to Piazza Roma, crossed the Ferrovia Bridge to the shops along Strada Nova, with prices as reasonable as any we’d seen in Venice. There we found some glassware and a chandelier to take home.

The morning before we left, we got up early to see Piazza San Marco once again. The water there was higher than we’d observed it before. The raised boardwalks in the piazza were in use by a few other early risers—committed joggers in their lycra tights, and photographers with tripods to help them catch the dusky light.

I took some last-minute pictures, too, as a kind of farewell, as we strolled along the promenade, which was now awash with the tide. I didn’t know if we’d ever have an opportunity to come back. And there was so much of Venice I wanted to remember.

If you enjoyed reading this account, you might want to also see part 1, posted February 1, 2011.

My favorite travel companion

Saturday, May 1st, 2010

Any time I travel, my camera goes along.  I keep an eye open for interesting flowers—particularly those that we don’t find near home—and people or animals that trigger my imagination.  I also look for scenes that speak to me about the specific locale in which I’m spending time.

Cayman Fish Vendor

On a recent visit on Grand Cayman, I found a tree burgeoning with clusters of velvety violet and white flowers.  Colorful chickens roamed freely along the roadsides, in parks, and even in open-air restaurants.  And along the shore, fish vendors had set up temporary stalls to shade themselves as they sorted and cleaned the morning’s catch.

The image of the vendors remained with me long after we left the island, so I combed through my photographs to help me tell that aspect of the story of our visit.

It would be foolish to have tried to combine the tree, a rooster, and the vendor’s stall into one painting; that would be overkill.  I find that it’s more effective to focus on a single subject in a painting; and the simpler it is, the better.  I chose to omit from Cayman Fish Vendor (#100401) a fisherman who had been in the background of my primary reference photograph, replacing him with the boat (borrowed from another photo), which provided simpler lines to offset the jumbled appearance of the fish and the rocks behind.  The composition could have been simplified further by omitting both the corner of the canvas tent and the fishing boat, though both help to “tell the story,” and the color of the boat’s trim echoes the color of the fish being cleaned.

A word of caution if you try combining photos, as I did:  It’s important that the light comes from the same direction and angle.  Scale is also a critical variable, so relative sizes may need to be adjusted.  This is a situation when digital photography and editing capabilities prove a great boon to the artist.

A photo jaunt of just a few hours on Grand Cayman have provided me with reference material for several different subjects to paint as the mood strikes.  Everywhere I go, I try to add at least a few more photos to my reference file.