Hopefully this finds you well.
To repeat what one of my collectors said in an email before leaving on my trip:
“Venice is one of the most magical places in the world. When I have been there I feel transported in time, as if I was back in the Eighteenth century, the hey-day of La Serenissima.”
I could not agree more!
I must admit in all of my travels I always find myself overly stimulated and inspired.
This trip honestly pushed me to the edge.
After numerous days of painting and seeing all of Venice I said to TM Nicholas, my travel companion, "It might be better if I just look down at the ground while walking."
I actually had a hard time getting from one spot to another.
Everything and I mean everything was grabbing my visual attention. People chatting, alleyways, beautiful architecture, canals, cafes, gondolas, markets, previously researched Sargent locations, you name it I was drawn to it.
Don't get me wrong, not that I am usually not highly inspired by all that I see but this was intense even for me.
In any case we painted as expected from morning until night. As tiring as that was it was an absolute delight each and every day. According to our iPhones, we walked over 67 miles during our nine day trip.
Before traveling to Venice I had spent some time researching as to where John Singer Sargent actually painted as well as if those locations were still accessible. Thanks to Google Earth I had a plan before I even arrived.
Painting in locations that Sargent did was definitley a bit taxing on our senses and overall mental abilities as an artist. Very inspirational and yet overwhelming to say the least.
Our flat, which we shared with three wonderful British chaps, was connected to Campo St Agnese which is one of the courtyards that Sargent painted in, right outside our door.
So natural we had to have a go at it. When in Rome or Venice for all that matters . . .
Not trying to copy Sargent per say but to be in the same location and see what he was seeing and thinking. The boys and I really pondered Sargent's take on this.
Were the windows different? The bottom ones are the same. Obviously the color could be changed over time, but those windows? I guess we will never know.
But like I said earlier there was so much to take in it was truly difficult to stay in one location for too long. Way too many other places to explore and capture even if only in a color note.
Since getting back I have already begun a number of new canvas besides trying to finish the ones I started. I promised myself I would not do that but was unable to keep from venturing forward.
Here is one of the remaining dozen or so in need of work. This one I was barely able to capture the feel of the light raking along the wall before it failed. Ah the pleasures of plein air. : )
So here are number of pieces from that trip with a few more still patiently waiting for some studio time.