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It's only normal to have no idea what you're doing, right? Non lo so. This week has been tough for me in terms of channeling my creativity or something like that. Everything felt so mundane, somehow. My subjective drawing didn't manifest at all the way I had hoped, and I would rather like to not return to the idea or to the bar, at least for some time. It's quite fitting that I submitted the drawing to the lawlessness of chance at our play date and it is, I'm sure, completely unrecognizable. This doesn't mean I won't have something positive to take with me to the next project, of course. I am excited about the narrative. I have been itching to make a diorama installation and photograph it. Here's my chance...

I was jarred out of my banal rut in Siena. The city charmed me in much the same way Fiesole had. More specifically, I was simply overwhelmed by some alloy of delight and nostalgia and mourning that filled me almost beyond what I thought my heart could hold. Save the details, I cried bittersweet tears for I don't know what.

At our play date, I began to rediscover the whimsy that once came so easily. Still, though, I caught myself trying to make "finished works."

Here are some things that pique my interest of late
1. sounds and the task of drawing them
2. mailing things to people and then getting things back
3. making rubbings of the manholish things around Florence ("acquedotto") with the fleur de lis on the them
4. orange peels
5. seeing through one space into another/natural framing devices

Vedremo.

The photo situation is promising to improve soon; I will pick up my new camera from the post office tomorrow. However, this means that I'll also post my pictures tomorrow. Rejoice!