And Speaking of Italy Let's Talk About Rome.

Ah, Rome. I painted this out the window of our small hotel, when I was in Rome with Jim. Jim would go out and explore in the mornings--this day I think he'd discovered some faux-crypt, sculpted, perhaps, of real human remains...it was very luxurious sending him out to do all the church-looking while I took my time lounging by the window, and he would return with sfogliatelle and cannoli and other divine Italian pastries. While I waited, I painted. This. I'd boiled up a little water for tea, and continue to paint. It was April and it was beautiful every day. In a few days we would depart for Vietri, amazing ceramics, and more pastries.