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Hello, I'm writing this with tears in my eyes,my family and I came down here to Manila,Philippines for a short vacation and we were mugged at gun point last night at the park of the hotel where we lodged,all cash and credit card were stolen off us but luckily for us we still have our passports with us...We've been to the Embassy and the Police here,but they're not helping issues at all they asked us to wait for 3weeks but we can't wait till then and our flight leaves in few hours from now but we're having problems settling the hotel bills and the hotel manager won't let us leave until we settle the hotel bills,we are freaked out at the moment Please I need you to loan me some money, I promise to refund you as soon as i'm back home, All i need is ($1,850.00 USD ) but I will appreciate any amount you can spare.. I'll be waiting to hear back from you on how you can get the funds to me please.. Thank You! Desiree |
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La Dolce Vita.
Joy called from Montefalco. I'll collect you and we'll go to Trevi she said, the market may be on and then we'll go and see Alison. I was pleased and couldn't wait. An hour later Joy collected me just outside Piazza Garibaldi and we left for Trevi, a stunning little hillside village pretending to be an important Renaissance painting.
Joy wedged her little car tightly in a small parking spot, a centimetre as good as a mile and I congratulated her cahunas, brrravissimo Joybelle. We coffee'd in the main piazza, wandered the back alleys and window shopped before leaving for Alison's.
An Italian dream, I thought; this vast Umbrian vista of rolling green and pale golden hills scattered with olive trees, round bales on their backs in the fields, sprinkled wild flowers and miniature compositions of homesteads tucked away in clumps of dark trees, utterly paintable.
Alison guided us through her home and studio, spacious, artistically arranged in old and modern Italian style. These women are not afraid live their dreams and I am madly inspired.
Alison's large loose paintings mirror the land and lifestyle. Her studio is of good proportion yet compact in its layout, everything is at hand. The garden is full and lush, a veggie patch provides everything needed in the household including strawberries for the grandchildren to snack on.
We lunched long on the terrace, sipped Prosecco (one of my favourtite Italian words after gnocci) nibbled on pecorino, pastrami, olives, fresh bread, followed by pasta and more Prosecco, then dolce, Prosecco and cafe....aaahh, the sweet life!
Soon it was siesta time, Joy took me back to Spoleto and we promised we'd do it again. I can't wait.
As an artist I arrange studio space around me wherever I travel, be it the back seat of a motorbike under a tree in the Mediterranean, next to a canoe off an African river, the back of a jeep in New Zealand or a room somewhere in Europe. It doesn't take long before I'm organized.
From the art shop I schlepped canvas and art material (that sense of always being an art student!) to my apartment, covered the dining room chairs to serve as easel, the dining table became a work table, pasta pot a water container, I kept empty jars and styrene trays to mix paint, a coffee jar to keep my brushes in - and I went to work on a painting for the hospital in Spoleto.
Two weeks later 'Hope and Faith' was unveiled. It was a special evening attended by artists, old friends and new friends. The work is a landscape and narrative, it speaks of a deeply personal journey that started on the other side of the world and ended here, in Spoleto.
Reading the work from left to right, it begins with our spiritual centre in Australia, Uluru, sacred place of prayer. The raw Outback grows into the gentle greens of Umbria where gum and olive trees grow side by side, in one soil. Architectural symbols of faith and prayer are illuminated and the journey ends in an empty bed on the right. The figure behind the bed could be anyone; a doctor, a patient or perhaps a celestial being watching over us at the end of the day when we go to sleep. The work juxtapositions day and night and is painted 'ala prima', in loose and spontaneous brushwork.
The painting is in honour and memory of my beloved Robert, and I feel strangely comforted leaving something of myself behind in Italy.