Italian Coffee Stories
How much does food figure into your travel memories? I can remember places vividly by the food and drink I’ve had. And with my recent miniature series, those delicious memories […]
A Natural Sexy Wonder
Il Barolo รจ il vino per fare l’amore nelle giornate d’inverno, ma sono cose che solo le donne capiscono. Barolo is the wine to make love on winter days, but […]
Nice Harmony
Have you been to Nice, France? What were your impressions? People rave about luxuriousness of the city, being a Riviera hotspot. But I was most impressed by the volume of […]
Nineteen
Three years ago, I visited the National September 11 Memorial in New York City. It’s an incredibly moving and powerful place – have you been? For me, it produced all […]
Built To Last
For my July stay-cation, I headed to the region of my childhood, Eastern Ontario, and decided to be a tourist. I visited a number of sights that brought back memories […]
Still Going All The Way
Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters. – Ernest Hemingway Five years ago this week, I started […]
La Dolce Vignetta
Over these last few months housebound, I’ve definitely become one of the millions who has taken up the new practice of “Couch Travelling”… far more than is recommended. I find […]
Taking A Coffee Break in Italy’s Big Cities
One of my favourite things to do while in Italy: […]
Ending The Decade With Love
A few years ago, I painted my first miniature featuring Love Locks – the padlocks with lovers’ initials attached to bridges and other structures. Being the romantic that I am, […]
Moved By Matera
In 2011, almost a decade ago now, I visited the Italian city of Matera in the Basilicata region. A friend of mine had been born there and spoke of it […]
He Was Always On My Mind
I’ve never thought much about the adage that “art imitates life”, however with my latest 2 paintings, I’m beginning to understand there may be a lot of truth in that […]
Siena’s Lasting Glow
O gracious city well-beloved, Italian, and a maiden crowned, Siena, my feet are no more moved Toward thy strange-shapen mountain-bound: But my heart in me turns and moves, O lady […]
